<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26878840</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:50:21.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to think of something witty.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subnetmask255x4.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26878840/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subnetmask255x4.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>subnetmask255x4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16255562177653451685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26878840.post-221756134426788568</id><published>2007-02-07T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T15:04:57.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Windows Server is easier to setup than Linux</title><summary type='text'>The next person that proclaims that Windows Server is easier to setup than a Linux server, I will happily make the following proclamation to them:MY ASS!The background for this proclamation is that we suffered a dead Active Directory/Exchange server.  Backups would have worked, had the two hardware platforms been the same, however, the original machine was a MPS multi-processor system, and the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subnetmask255x4.blogspot.com/feeds/221756134426788568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26878840&amp;postID=221756134426788568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26878840/posts/default/221756134426788568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26878840/posts/default/221756134426788568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subnetmask255x4.blogspot.com/2007/02/so-you-want-to-install-active.html' title='Windows Server is easier to setup than Linux'/><author><name>subnetmask255x4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16255562177653451685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26878840.post-3093859752593337984</id><published>2007-01-18T12:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T19:04:12.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love the sinner, hate the sin</title><summary type='text'>Those words are debated as being an example of how Christians should live, and as an example of the watering down of Christianity.  Simply performing a Google search on those words will easily provide both sides of the argument.  Each side provides biblical passages to support their view.  Each will argue the use of language and of the Hebrew and Greek words, and their definitions and context </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subnetmask255x4.blogspot.com/feeds/3093859752593337984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26878840&amp;postID=3093859752593337984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26878840/posts/default/3093859752593337984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26878840/posts/default/3093859752593337984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subnetmask255x4.blogspot.com/2007/01/love-sinner-hate-sin.html' title='Love the sinner, hate the sin'/><author><name>subnetmask255x4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16255562177653451685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26878840.post-4897534005290993555</id><published>2007-01-11T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T07:45:28.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faithless Heart</title><summary type='text'>Back when Marty and I were dating is when I first heard the song "Faithless Heart" by Amy Grant.  At the time, I did not like the song, but I could not figure out why.  I was listening to the CD with that song on it this morning.  I thought about the words.  Now, I know why I didn't like the song, it was about who I was, and how I felt.In the song, the singer is daydreaming about a different life</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subnetmask255x4.blogspot.com/feeds/4897534005290993555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26878840&amp;postID=4897534005290993555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26878840/posts/default/4897534005290993555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26878840/posts/default/4897534005290993555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subnetmask255x4.blogspot.com/2007/01/faithless-heart.html' title='Faithless Heart'/><author><name>subnetmask255x4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16255562177653451685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26878840.post-116844247057336816</id><published>2007-01-10T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T07:21:24.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brief History of the World, according to Christianity</title><summary type='text'>The BeginningThere was God.  Yep, that was about it.  But seeing that God is omnipresent and omnipotent, there is always God.  However, this situation was just God, nothing else.Around 4000 BC:God made light.  First day done.  The next four days he spent making heaven and earth; the land and seas; plants; the stars and planets; then the sun and moon; marine life; and birds.  On the sixth day, he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subnetmask255x4.blogspot.com/feeds/116844247057336816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26878840&amp;postID=116844247057336816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26878840/posts/default/116844247057336816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26878840/posts/default/116844247057336816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subnetmask255x4.blogspot.com/2007/01/brief-history-of-world-according-to.html' title='Brief History of the World, according to Christianity'/><author><name>subnetmask255x4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16255562177653451685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26878840.post-116775499801427349</id><published>2007-01-02T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T08:24:27.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Quote!</title><summary type='text'>I know it's early, not even 8:30am here, and I have what i believe is a good quote for the day:"How about I limit the number of ways I can screw up the server to a bare minimum?"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subnetmask255x4.blogspot.com/feeds/116775499801427349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26878840&amp;postID=116775499801427349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26878840/posts/default/116775499801427349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26878840/posts/default/116775499801427349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subnetmask255x4.blogspot.com/2007/01/todays-quote.html' title='Today&apos;s Quote!'/><author><name>subnetmask255x4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16255562177653451685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26878840.post-116760605913877635</id><published>2006-12-31T14:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T18:52:46.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you willing to give up your fries?</title><summary type='text'>I have been a step dad for 9 1/2 years now (8 1/2 years officially) and a dad for almost 6 years.  (Just for the record, no, there is no inherent difference.)  Over the years, I have thought about what it means to be a dad.  Let's face it, as a dad, you will be confronted with many things, sometimes things that would normally disgust you, dirty diapers, spit-up, vomit.  Then there is the lost </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subnetmask255x4.blogspot.com/feeds/116760605913877635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26878840&amp;postID=116760605913877635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26878840/posts/default/116760605913877635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26878840/posts/default/116760605913877635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subnetmask255x4.blogspot.com/2006/12/are-you-willing-to-give-up-your-fries.html' title='Are you willing to give up your fries?'/><author><name>subnetmask255x4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16255562177653451685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26878840.post-116743575389700666</id><published>2006-12-29T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T15:42:33.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Babies!</title><summary type='text'>My best friend just had a little boy.  Well, it was actually his wife, but he played a big part in it also.Times like this make me miss not being closer.It is hard to keep up with friends when they are 2,500 driving miles away.  Then again, being just a dozen or so miles away might as well be across the country sometimes.For a while before we moved, we had limited contact with our friends.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subnetmask255x4.blogspot.com/feeds/116743575389700666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26878840&amp;postID=116743575389700666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26878840/posts/default/116743575389700666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26878840/posts/default/116743575389700666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subnetmask255x4.blogspot.com/2006/12/babies.html' title='Babies!'/><author><name>subnetmask255x4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16255562177653451685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26878840.post-116723531918082532</id><published>2006-12-27T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T08:01:59.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marty</title><summary type='text'>I've been thinking about the nature of love recently.  I don't believe that there is just one person out there for me.  Maybe just one person is the way it is for other people, but not me.  I also believe that I am able to love more than one person at a time.  I have been reflecting on this because my wife and I are polyamorous (which are those two things I just mentioned in a nutshell) and are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subnetmask255x4.blogspot.com/feeds/116723531918082532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26878840&amp;postID=116723531918082532' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26878840/posts/default/116723531918082532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26878840/posts/default/116723531918082532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subnetmask255x4.blogspot.com/2006/12/marty.html' title='Marty'/><author><name>subnetmask255x4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16255562177653451685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26878840.post-116673488884585788</id><published>2006-12-21T12:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T22:18:08.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>B/D, M/S, Abuse ... oh my?</title><summary type='text'>Recently on the Poly Match Maker web site, someone posted about master/slave relationships and asked how this was not abuse and manipulation, and why so many poly people thought that it was OK.  There have been numerous responses, and some have been quick to point out that abuse can happen in any relationship, and that D/S relationships are not abuse by their very definition.  However, no one has</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subnetmask255x4.blogspot.com/feeds/116673488884585788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26878840&amp;postID=116673488884585788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26878840/posts/default/116673488884585788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26878840/posts/default/116673488884585788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subnetmask255x4.blogspot.com/2006/12/bd-ms-abuse-oh-my.html' title='B/D, M/S, Abuse ... oh my?'/><author><name>subnetmask255x4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16255562177653451685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26878840.post-116550493515757358</id><published>2006-12-07T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T07:22:15.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Supplemental Questions</title><summary type='text'>When I first started applying for positions in Eugene, Oregon, I found that everyone has this weird practice of including what they called "Supplemental Questions."  This is supposed to be the usual scenario questions to get your response, or to see what direct experience you've had.Personally, these things freaked me out.  On one hand, I wanted to provide enough detail and information, good and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subnetmask255x4.blogspot.com/feeds/116550493515757358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26878840&amp;postID=116550493515757358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26878840/posts/default/116550493515757358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26878840/posts/default/116550493515757358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subnetmask255x4.blogspot.com/2006/12/supplemental-questions.html' title='Supplemental Questions'/><author><name>subnetmask255x4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16255562177653451685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26878840.post-116421052960868811</id><published>2006-11-22T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T12:22:52.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Myth of the Golden Penis</title><summary type='text'>My previous post looked at couples who are looking to add the mythical single hot bi babe to their relationship.  To be fair, sometimes the women in the relationships are truly interested in only having another female.  This can be because they want to explore that aspect of their sexuality, or because they feel their need for male affection is already be taken care of.  Other, however, may truly</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subnetmask255x4.blogspot.com/feeds/116421052960868811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26878840&amp;postID=116421052960868811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26878840/posts/default/116421052960868811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26878840/posts/default/116421052960868811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subnetmask255x4.blogspot.com/2006/11/myth-of-golden-penis.html' title='The Myth of the Golden Penis'/><author><name>subnetmask255x4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16255562177653451685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26878840.post-116222370110329901</id><published>2006-10-30T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T11:32:05.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mythical Single Hot Bi Babe</title><summary type='text'>If you have read posts on poly bulleting boards, yahoo groups, or any poly sites, you will have heard the term Hot Bi Babe.  Often times, this is used by bisexual women in a joking manner to themselves or each other.  They are joking about the couples who are looking for a bisexual woman.You will find these couples throughout the polyamory community, covering all aspects of polyamory.  This </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subnetmask255x4.blogspot.com/feeds/116222370110329901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26878840&amp;postID=116222370110329901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26878840/posts/default/116222370110329901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26878840/posts/default/116222370110329901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subnetmask255x4.blogspot.com/2006/10/mythical-single-hot-bi-babe.html' title='The Mythical Single Hot Bi Babe'/><author><name>subnetmask255x4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16255562177653451685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26878840.post-116127048031826022</id><published>2006-10-19T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T08:08:00.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So, you're poly. Now what?</title><summary type='text'>Well, you have gone through the worries, the fears, the doubts, and now you both have come to the realization that you are polyamorous.  Now what?You may find yourself in an odd place.  Especially if you are not just looking for a quick bang, but looking for loving relationships.  If you were looking for a quick bang, then that would be easier, in a sense.  You would just look for someone you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subnetmask255x4.blogspot.com/feeds/116127048031826022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26878840&amp;postID=116127048031826022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26878840/posts/default/116127048031826022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26878840/posts/default/116127048031826022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subnetmask255x4.blogspot.com/2006/10/so-youre-poly-now-what.html' title='So, you&apos;re poly. Now what?'/><author><name>subnetmask255x4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16255562177653451685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26878840.post-116101204365731825</id><published>2006-10-16T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T08:20:43.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Milla Jovovich Clone Army</title><summary type='text'>Think of it, thousands of Milla Jovoviches... Jovivich's... Jovovii... well, however you would spell it.  We need a Milla Jovovich Clone Army!Well, not an army, per se, but rather just thousands of Milla Jovovich.  I know, everyone fears those apocalyptic words "Ladies &amp; Gentlemen: The John Tesh Philharmonic Orchestra!" However dangerous that future may be, we should still stay the course and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subnetmask255x4.blogspot.com/feeds/116101204365731825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26878840&amp;postID=116101204365731825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26878840/posts/default/116101204365731825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26878840/posts/default/116101204365731825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subnetmask255x4.blogspot.com/2006/10/milla-jovovich-clone-army.html' title='The Milla Jovovich Clone Army'/><author><name>subnetmask255x4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16255562177653451685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26878840.post-116040000000513534</id><published>2006-10-09T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T06:20:00.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My son has Autism.</title><summary type='text'>More specifically, my son has a disorder that is part of the Austism Spectrum of Disorders.  Many people have the wrong impression of autism, mostly due to the fact that the only type of autism that gets serious time in TV and film is the severe cases.  The cases with people who are unable to communicate verbally; overreactive to stimulus like touch and light; those who perform repetitive </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subnetmask255x4.blogspot.com/feeds/116040000000513534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26878840&amp;postID=116040000000513534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26878840/posts/default/116040000000513534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26878840/posts/default/116040000000513534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subnetmask255x4.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-son-has-autism.html' title='My son has Autism.'/><author><name>subnetmask255x4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16255562177653451685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26878840.post-115850059642690569</id><published>2006-09-17T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T06:43:16.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That rat bastard Wil Wheaton</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever wanted to write?  Not a shopping list, or a letter to a friend, but really wanted to write, something like your life story or at least the moments of your life?Have you ever sat with those ideas rolling around trying to think of the right words?  The words that can take all of the thoughts and feelings and put them on paper.Every now and then I get the urge to write about my life, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subnetmask255x4.blogspot.com/feeds/115850059642690569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26878840&amp;postID=115850059642690569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26878840/posts/default/115850059642690569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26878840/posts/default/115850059642690569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subnetmask255x4.blogspot.com/2006/09/that-rat-bastard-wil-wheaton.html' title='That rat bastard Wil Wheaton'/><author><name>subnetmask255x4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16255562177653451685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26878840.post-115688706023455812</id><published>2006-08-29T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T14:44:11.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Appeasing your Yahoo Group God, I mean Mod</title><summary type='text'>So, you say you have a Yahoo Group Moderator who is getting persnickety about having info in your profile.  But wait, you use Yahoo Groups for more than that one group, and you don't want just anybody on those groups to see your info.  Never fear, there is a way to make that mod happy, and protect your info from everyone else.First, a disclaimer, as with any information, the stuff you put on your</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subnetmask255x4.blogspot.com/feeds/115688706023455812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26878840&amp;postID=115688706023455812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26878840/posts/default/115688706023455812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26878840/posts/default/115688706023455812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subnetmask255x4.blogspot.com/2006/08/appeasing-your-yahoo-group-god-i-mean.html' title='Appeasing your Yahoo Group God, I mean Mod'/><author><name>subnetmask255x4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16255562177653451685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i92/subnetmask255x4/YahooStuff/th_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26878840.post-115561346081649099</id><published>2006-08-14T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T20:46:32.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leigh Nash Kicks Ass</title><summary type='text'>Though this photo isn't real, it does show what Leigh Nash's new Album, Blue on Blue can do.Well, Leigh Nash's new album Blue on Blue is out now, and it just kicks so much ass. Since I can't help but carry on about it, I will just indulge myself. I debated whether or not to give a song-by-song discussion of the album, and I have decided to do just that.Her album starts off with the beautiful </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subnetmask255x4.blogspot.com/feeds/115561346081649099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26878840&amp;postID=115561346081649099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26878840/posts/default/115561346081649099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26878840/posts/default/115561346081649099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subnetmask255x4.blogspot.com/2006/08/leigh-nash-kicks-ass.html' title='Leigh Nash Kicks Ass'/><author><name>subnetmask255x4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16255562177653451685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26878840.post-115447487123353188</id><published>2006-08-01T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T16:27:51.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Windows Genuine Advantage goodness</title><summary type='text'>Well, I have decided to remove the names of both the innocent and the stupid.I work for a company that provides network and server support.  Recently, a small family-owned business hired us to be their tech support when their tech guy (one of the brothers) was leaving for another job.  He had ended up being their tech guy because he was the most computer literate of the family.  Now, he wasn't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subnetmask255x4.blogspot.com/feeds/115447487123353188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26878840&amp;postID=115447487123353188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26878840/posts/default/115447487123353188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26878840/posts/default/115447487123353188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subnetmask255x4.blogspot.com/2006/08/windows-genuine-advantage-goodness.html' title='Windows Genuine Advantage goodness'/><author><name>subnetmask255x4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16255562177653451685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26878840.post-115370369614765999</id><published>2006-07-23T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T06:21:43.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Season's Change</title><summary type='text'>This is a follow-up/continuation from my myspace blogWith all of this heat going on in the Pacific North West, I thought it would be nice to compare how things normally are here, compared to South East Texas, where I used to live.From the almost 10 months that we have been here, we have gotten to see a decent pattern to the seasons.  Just about every three months, the season's change.  Those </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subnetmask255x4.blogspot.com/feeds/115370369614765999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26878840&amp;postID=115370369614765999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26878840/posts/default/115370369614765999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26878840/posts/default/115370369614765999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subnetmask255x4.blogspot.com/2006/07/seasons-change.html' title='Season&apos;s Change'/><author><name>subnetmask255x4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16255562177653451685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26878840.post-115294264604901478</id><published>2006-07-14T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T08:25:13.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nettwerk gets it, and gets it right.</title><summary type='text'>In 1995, Jerry McGuire hit movie screens around the nation.  The show will always be remembers for it catchy lines like "show me the money," "you complete me," and "you had be at hello."  Those lines, however, are not the crux of the film.  The story really centered around Jerry's realization that the sports management company he worked for, needed to refocus.  What they needed was:fewer clients.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subnetmask255x4.blogspot.com/feeds/115294264604901478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26878840&amp;postID=115294264604901478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26878840/posts/default/115294264604901478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26878840/posts/default/115294264604901478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subnetmask255x4.blogspot.com/2006/07/nettwerk-gets-it-and-gets-it-right.html' title='Nettwerk gets it, and gets it right.'/><author><name>subnetmask255x4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16255562177653451685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26878840.post-115220279029907312</id><published>2006-07-06T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T13:52:57.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>11 Secrets All Men Keep</title><summary type='text'> 11 "Don't-Tell-the-Wife" Secrets All Men KeepI read this article, and was thinking of how these 11 apply to my life.  Since my wife and I have been married for nearly 8 years, I believe that I have some insight of my own into this.  I thought that if I was going to go through all of it in my head, I might as well put it onto my blog.Secret #1: Yes, we fall in lust 10 times a day -- but it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subnetmask255x4.blogspot.com/feeds/115220279029907312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26878840&amp;postID=115220279029907312' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26878840/posts/default/115220279029907312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26878840/posts/default/115220279029907312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subnetmask255x4.blogspot.com/2006/07/11-secrets-all-men-keep.html' title='11 Secrets All Men Keep'/><author><name>subnetmask255x4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16255562177653451685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26878840.post-115170057683627120</id><published>2006-06-30T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T20:37:33.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Books</title><summary type='text'>Back on Father's day, I asked my wife for a book as a gift.  The book "Make Love, the Bruce Campbell Way."What did my wife hear?Big differenece.  That must have been a really fun conversation at the book store.As for what would be different in the subject matters, I don't even want to think about that.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subnetmask255x4.blogspot.com/feeds/115170057683627120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26878840&amp;postID=115170057683627120' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26878840/posts/default/115170057683627120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26878840/posts/default/115170057683627120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subnetmask255x4.blogspot.com/2006/06/books.html' title='Books'/><author><name>subnetmask255x4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16255562177653451685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26878840.post-115154024409139583</id><published>2006-06-28T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T17:17:24.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad news ideas</title><summary type='text'>"When morning shows began, the idea was to mimic the breakfast table, with mommy, daddy and some kids...you can break the mold now. There are no bad ideas, only poor execution. And if you execute poorly, you get executed."- CBS's Steve Friedman to Gail Shister, Philadelphia InquirerWow, how stupid can you get."There are no bad ideas, only poor execution."Ummm... sorry, but there are LOTS of bad </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subnetmask255x4.blogspot.com/feeds/115154024409139583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26878840&amp;postID=115154024409139583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26878840/posts/default/115154024409139583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26878840/posts/default/115154024409139583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subnetmask255x4.blogspot.com/2006/06/bad-news-ideas.html' title='Bad news ideas'/><author><name>subnetmask255x4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16255562177653451685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26878840.post-115143662697409074</id><published>2006-06-27T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T11:41:28.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blair Witch effect</title><summary type='text'>I was reading over the usage guidelines for a local forest, and found this excerpt from the page:What To Do If Lost:  Keep calm. Do not walk aimlessly. Trust your map and compass. Shelter and warmth are much more important than food.  It reminded me of the Blair Witch project, not the stupid hand-held crap, or the idea of day hikers trying to go out camping off of the regular trails, but the "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subnetmask255x4.blogspot.com/feeds/115143662697409074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26878840&amp;postID=115143662697409074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26878840/posts/default/115143662697409074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26878840/posts/default/115143662697409074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subnetmask255x4.blogspot.com/2006/06/blair-witch-effect.html' title='The Blair Witch effect'/><author><name>subnetmask255x4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16255562177653451685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26878840.post-114929381372720594</id><published>2006-06-02T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T16:01:33.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buy a Mac</title><summary type='text'>Supposedly, in less than a year, you will be able to buy the many versions of Windows Vista.  Now everybody and their mother is getting into the reasons why Vista is going to be the next “big thing” or why it seriously blows.The requirements for Vista is an 800MHz machine with 512MB of memory, and 15GB of free Hard Drive space.  Since this is the minimum, let's say you will need a 1.5GHz machine,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subnetmask255x4.blogspot.com/feeds/114929381372720594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26878840&amp;postID=114929381372720594' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26878840/posts/default/114929381372720594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26878840/posts/default/114929381372720594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subnetmask255x4.blogspot.com/2006/06/buy-mac.html' title='Buy a Mac'/><author><name>subnetmask255x4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16255562177653451685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26878840.post-114859624150295482</id><published>2006-05-25T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T15:32:53.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Year</title><summary type='text'>I turned 34 just the other day.  This last year has been a long and weird journey.  During that year I decided that my wife was right and we needed to move, a hurricane hit near where we lived, and we did move, we moved 2,500 miles away.We used to live along the gulf coast on the Texas side of the Texas-Louisiana border.  I was a computer and network administrator, making around 34,000 a year.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subnetmask255x4.blogspot.com/feeds/114859624150295482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26878840&amp;postID=114859624150295482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26878840/posts/default/114859624150295482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26878840/posts/default/114859624150295482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subnetmask255x4.blogspot.com/2006/05/another-year.html' title='Another Year'/><author><name>subnetmask255x4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16255562177653451685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26878840.post-114798987711414062</id><published>2006-05-18T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T15:04:37.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alice</title><summary type='text'>Back when I was just a lad of almost 17, I met a wonderful and amazing girl, Alice.  We first met at a science and math contest at a local high school.  While in the science test portion, I had made friends with a guy from her school, and was later hanging out with him.  He introduced me to all of them, but I didn't get a chance to talk to her.A month or so later, I was at the district science </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://subnetmask255x4.blogspot.com/feeds/114798987711414062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26878840&amp;postID=114798987711414062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26878840/posts/default/114798987711414062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26878840/posts/default/114798987711414062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://subnetmask255x4.blogspot.com/2006/05/alice.html' title='Alice'/><author><name>subnetmask255x4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16255562177653451685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
