<?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-5479690</id><updated>2011-07-14T18:34:06.405-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Zelda's Summer Camp!</title><subtitle type='html'>Shooting that poison arrow through the hearts of dozens since last Saturday night.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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>114</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-109337821343296916</id><published>2004-08-24T14:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T14:10:13.433-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nothing lasts forever.Zelda's summer camp has permanently moved here.Thanks for the support.ZeldaP</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/109337821343296916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/109337821343296916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109337821343296916' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-108845204387015056</id><published>2004-06-28T12:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T13:47:23.870-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FOR THE LOVE OF PURVIS GO OUT AND VOTE TODAY. And try your best not to vote for a walking human rights violation. Hey.It has been exactly 54 weeks since I moved here from the older, greener blog. In the interim, I have experimented with LiveJournal. It was as I thought it would be: full of a bunch of whiners and about 3 cool people (Jeremy, and two other people that I found by fluke). I find </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/108845204387015056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/108845204387015056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108845204387015056' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-108597559639995200</id><published>2004-05-30T21:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-05-30T21:53:16.400-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm cross-posting. Dig it.I'm trying to figure out a way to rekindle a relationship that is on the way out in its current form. I'm still pondering ways to start it up again, after it suffered a bit of a trauma. I have no fucking clue how to do this. To keep this thing going I think I need to lay down some boundaries, but it would break my heart to limit the person in question. I'm just not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/108597559639995200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/108597559639995200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108597559639995200' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-108570858372128489</id><published>2004-05-27T19:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T19:43:03.720-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Irony...Just checking out a random selection of previous blog-posts, and I came across this lovely selection from July 27, 2003:"The thing of it is this: in this world, there are two types of people. The first type receives the wonderful things in life as gifts, and then says thank you. The second type takes what they want because they believe they are owed. And when they don't get what they </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/108570858372128489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/108570858372128489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108570858372128489' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-108554467568763231</id><published>2004-05-25T21:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T22:11:15.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Goddamn right, it's a beautiful day.Facets of the beautiful day, in no particular order:-finished the book. And what a book. It feels brilliant to be immersed in the world of words again. Review to follow once I have digested it.-viewed some photos (just developed) that had been completely forgotten. Nice one. I don't care who you are or where you are from, you should just go to Zion. Go. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/108554467568763231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/108554467568763231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108554467568763231' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-108550803654131791</id><published>2004-05-25T11:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T12:00:36.540-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whirl-a-girl...So, I have personal rules about things. Lots of people know this. It explains my inability to deal with anything to do with "Nick and Jessica" (ask me about that rule, if you are so inclined to read through an explanation. Another rule is not to read books with dumb titles, because I love titles and think they are important. For this reason, I held off on Fall on Your Knees by </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/108550803654131791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/108550803654131791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108550803654131791' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-108543542069319006</id><published>2004-05-24T15:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T15:54:49.853-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NOTE: zNo smoking around Zelda. Thank you for your co-operation.Username:From Go-Quiz.comThank you for your consideration.Like some modern-day gypsy landslide.ZeldaP</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/108543542069319006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/108543542069319006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108543542069319006' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-108501880487088655</id><published>2004-05-19T19:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T20:06:44.870-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I WANT ONE.I want one so bad. I also want the TV to be turned down and Marilyn Manson to turn up and ban all sports talk (which he does, on his tours). But that is just me. It is all just so fickle. I can't deal with fickle. If you are going to care, can you please care for the good times and the bad, not just when everyone is riding high and mob mentality threatens to take over the city. Oh,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/108501880487088655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/108501880487088655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108501880487088655' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-108438652385457551</id><published>2004-05-12T12:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T12:28:43.853-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't care about Sadam, Osama, Hitler, or the Queen. This is a picture of pure evil. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/108438652385457551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/108438652385457551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108438652385457551' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-108438670228976809</id><published>2004-05-12T12:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T12:31:42.290-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You're an evil pirate! In the style of Blackbeardhimself, all you want is to lead a life ofinfamy and adventure, causing terror and mayhemwherever you sail. What Kind Of Pirate Are You? brought to you by QuizillaThis is shocking news. I had no idea. In other news, I am just spending some time chatting with Jeremy making fun of people who know less than us. Wankers. I'm still in shock </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/108438670228976809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/108438670228976809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108438670228976809' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-108438615127795992</id><published>2004-05-12T12:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T12:22:31.276-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Actual representation of myself. Circa the early 80s. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/108438615127795992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/108438615127795992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108438615127795992' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-108433659114661879</id><published>2004-05-11T22:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T22:36:31.146-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>which member of something positive are you?quiz created by heatherbatYeah, so I have never seen that show, but I think the description is a good fit. Falling for unavailable men is the best. The wedding reception of my cousin is this coming weekend. Should be interesting. I will partake of conversation with my cousin Bobby. Yes, I have a cousin Bobby. One of my father's nephews. I will </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/108433659114661879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/108433659114661879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108433659114661879' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-108421942903705276</id><published>2004-05-10T14:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T14:03:49.036-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I thought that there would be no better way to test this image hosting software with a picture of the Hoff. Bless his heart. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/108421942903705276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/108421942903705276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108421942903705276' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-108421813400605988</id><published>2004-05-10T12:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T13:42:14.006-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Suddenly there's a tidal wave, and everything's sucked out to sea.I feel like that a lot.I have been trying, unsuccessfully to purchase the latest Magnetic Fields release. I really don't want to have to order it online, so I will keep pestering the merchants here until one satiates my desire. Bloody crap merchants. I will make do with reading the fab book that Megan lent me. It is spooky. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/108421813400605988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/108421813400605988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108421813400605988' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-108361228667161060</id><published>2004-05-03T13:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T13:27:44.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm back, and feeling surprisingly positive about the whole thing. This may signal my final fall into dementia, but until I know for sure I will run with it. My short trip was fantastically sweet. I would be really happy to live just down the highway from my lovely family. I will expound more when I have the time and the inclination. The real question right now is whether or not I will be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/108361228667161060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/108361228667161060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108361228667161060' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-108334237919054438</id><published>2004-04-30T10:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T10:29:26.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am on my trip, and it feels good.Lots of hanging with the pre-school set, and a good chunk of the Grade 2 set. Good times. Of course, it meant that I had to return to Burnaby to hang with Martin and drink lots of beer and generally discuss the universe and eat some sushi last night. And straight into this morning. I had the strangest dreams. Until the sun blasted me in the eyes at 6:15 and I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/108334237919054438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/108334237919054438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108334237919054438' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-108266153159414402</id><published>2004-04-22T13:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T13:21:50.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Trip, trip, trip, trip, I am going on a trip. Yahoo!I'm doing one of my very favourite things in the whole wide world on Saturday: hitting the open road! Yeah! As per usual, music recommendations are more than appreciate. I am always looking for more tunes to take part in. Good news: the CD I made for Megan has been deemed a major success. So nice! I think she likes the label art too... I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/108266153159414402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/108266153159414402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108266153159414402' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-108233213119740545</id><published>2004-04-18T17:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-18T17:51:46.360-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's just like chocolate fingerson bedtime saucersOr it would be, if I was a "bedtime saucer" kind of gal. I am more a "bedtime glass of water and lip balm" kind of gal. Anyhoo. I am completely unimaginative in the blog-o-sphere at present. Going to see a movie at the same house of ill-repute at which I viewed Gothika. "What kind of person would bring a retard to a movie like this?"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/108233213119740545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/108233213119740545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108233213119740545' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-108188643666910430</id><published>2004-04-13T14:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T14:04:22.966-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Reason number 3485950301 why my dad was super cool and I still miss him like the end of the world:He won one of these:http://www.gg.ca/honours/golden-jubilee_e.asphttp://www.canadianheritage.gc.ca/special/jubilee/e-medal-program.htmIt is being posthumously presented to him on Thursday at the ASU on the army base, if anyone is interested in attending. Follow the smaller than usual green </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/108188643666910430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/108188643666910430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108188643666910430' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-108145406833403943</id><published>2004-04-08T13:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T13:57:13.060-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stuff I am writing here so I can check back later and be reminded/ confirmed:-remember to tell Quon the funny Easter list of things to do before Easter is over and I have ruined my premise.-6 days until Boy George! What a sweet thing to look forward to for next week.-11 days until Ani! Nice! Even better thing for the next week. -must call Corie and Helen and inform them of the things they</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/108145406833403943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/108145406833403943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108145406833403943' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-108136754398291087</id><published>2004-04-07T13:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T13:55:07.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>G O S P E L   S O N G T I T L E S   T H A T S O U N D   D I R T Y BY ANGELO YOUNG - - - -"Touch Me, Lord Jesus" "Then Jesus Came" "Three Men on a Mountain" "Somebody Touched Me" "Tramp on the Street" "Two Sets of Joneses" "This Means I Love You" - - - - He's right. They do sound dirty. Keep that man in a dress away from me. What is he doing with his hands under there? Hmmmmm?S</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/108136754398291087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/108136754398291087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108136754398291087' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-108128038019760270</id><published>2004-04-06T13:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T13:42:23.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jeremy is almost done his thesis, thus almost done his degree. Yeah! That freakin' rocks!There was never any doubt in my mind that he would rock that mofo like a screaming demon, and it seems as though he has. Nice! So nice! It makes me ridiculously happy for him. I'm so glad he is my friend. Go Jeremy, go!Let us just wallow in the glow for one moment, shall we? Ahhhhh....In other news, I am</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/108128038019760270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/108128038019760270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108128038019760270' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-108120486930009553</id><published>2004-04-05T16:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T16:43:51.293-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Covert post......listening to Nine Inch Nails at work makes me all crazy-like. And I kind of like it. I wonder if I can change the hold music on the phones to this... probably not. But I think that would be great. Mmmmmm......When Kurt Cobain died I decided that I now officially had my own generation, because I had my first dead celebrity. Someone whose rise to fame I had witnessed in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/108120486930009553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/108120486930009553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108120486930009553' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-108102371132108549</id><published>2004-04-03T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-03T13:24:31.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am supposed to be researching stuff for the TRIFECT next weekend. I think Charles VI would approve. I really do.Which Historical Lunatic Are You?From the fecund loins of Rum and Monkey.And a giant sized UG! to you too.Nggghhaahhh!Grrr arrr Rum and Monkey.This is something I am not too sure I can relate to. But what is a Saturday in the basement with the fish if not an opportunity to try</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/108102371132108549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/108102371132108549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108102371132108549' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-108097699256557925</id><published>2004-04-03T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-03T00:25:52.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Things that make me happy on a Friday afternoon/evening/night (in chronological order):orange clothessunshineQuonbeerChris (loaded with good news)sushibeing fullbeing myselfmoviespeople who are sweet to mesilly televisionMikethings Mike makes for methings Mike does for mecuddling on the couchafghanschecking on my friends via emailgood news from my cousinthe promise of sleep</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/108097699256557925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/108097699256557925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108097699256557925' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-108093976778933753</id><published>2004-04-02T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T14:05:27.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just got an email from Jackie describing the near escape of an elderly patient at the nursing home at which she volunteers. I must remember to tell her about the lady who busted out of the CareWest facility I temped at... and the lady's subsequent rounding up by the police. I'm so glad Quon and I have a pact to do each other in if we get like those sad little old people who just want to be free. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/108093976778933753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/108093976778933753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108093976778933753' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-108067941168812244</id><published>2004-03-30T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T13:46:07.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hay.Straw is cheaper, grass is free. Horses eat it, why don't we? Because it is pokey.Week 2 of the oil company assignment is now in full swing. I have to admit that I like it here. I like having more work that time. I like Tuesdays (boardroom meeting day, treats in the kitchen). I like Thursdays (treat day, nuff said). And I love starting at 8:30 instead of 8. And I love being able to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/108067941168812244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/108067941168812244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108067941168812244' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-108041961239320101</id><published>2004-03-27T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-03-27T13:36:05.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Can someone trick Courtney Love into going into detox for a couple of weeks? Please? I liked her better when she was panicking to find alternate guitarists to play for her when she was in Hole (because she broke her hand punching various members of L7). Take the quiz: "Which American City Are You?"Los AngelesYou are the epitome of duality. You'll deal with all the strife to bask in all the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/108041961239320101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/108041961239320101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108041961239320101' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-108034555430587768</id><published>2004-03-26T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T17:02:01.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>&lt;!-- START YOUTHINK.COM QUIZ RESULTS --&gt;Which poem are you?Jabberwocky by Lewis CarrollOh, you're silly! People probably think you're a bit kooky, but those nuts just don't realize that you've got a language all your own. But hey, you always bring a smile to people's faces.Click Here to Take This QuizBrought to you by YouThink.com quizzes and personality tests.&lt;!-- END YOUTHINK.COM QUIZ RESULTS</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/108034555430587768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/108034555430587768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108034555430587768' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-108016142247380867</id><published>2004-03-24T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T13:52:53.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just heard the phrase, "he's a weenie," uttered by one of the VPs here. This place is strange.ZeldaP</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/108016142247380867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/108016142247380867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108016142247380867' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-108016136730732485</id><published>2004-03-24T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T13:51:57.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Posting at the new work assignment..... On lunch.Yeah!You are Walt Whitman!  Champion of theTranscendentalist American Ideal, Walt Whitmanis one of the first poets to use the "freeverse" form in America.  He has beenimitated, but will never be duplicated, justlike you!  Except for by everyone else who getsWalt Whitman ;) Which famous poet are you? (pictures and many outcomes) brought to you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/108016136730732485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/108016136730732485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108016136730732485' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-107993080030665661</id><published>2004-03-21T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T21:49:07.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One of the many things that amuses me about the LiveJournal "community" is the ability for a reader of one journal to skip from that one to the next and so on, practically interminably. It is so strange to be able to see things other people have written, and notice that they echo the same way I feel about the exact same person.... Word.So, I am stealing this thingy from the journal of someone I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/107993080030665661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/107993080030665661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107993080030665661' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-107983593109799375</id><published>2004-03-20T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-03-20T19:27:57.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Right now, this is what I have to say for myself:OAKYou are boisterous and affectionate. You are thekind of tree that takes nothing sitting down,and is always ready for an adventure. You liketo see everything that goes on around you. Youlike the warm weather, but you flourish whenthe nights tend to grow slightly colder. Youare someone who likes to extend your days intothe night hours because </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/107983593109799375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/107983593109799375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107983593109799375' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-107973868562630729</id><published>2004-03-19T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T16:27:10.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Diplomatic to a fault. Your Energy is Blue. You are a creative thinkerwith an active imagination. Artistic andtalented, you want to reach the stars and bringthem down to form. You are trustworthy, honestand reliable. Others feel comfortable in yourpresence as you project a non-threatening,serene energy.You would do well in any of the helpingprofessions, as an artist, singer, diplomat,orater, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/107973868562630729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/107973868562630729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107973868562630729' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-107947709791918388</id><published>2004-03-16T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T15:47:21.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GHOST WORLD IS MY LIFE  Of course I am. Of course I am. Who else could I possibly be? Weird Al? Josh? Mind you. Being Seymour would not have been too shabby. Sadly, I do not own any 78s, thus precluding that dream. I’ll be sleeping in Victoria tonight, then back here tomorrow night. The family drama level has escalated to the point where I can’t divulge too much information because the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/107947709791918388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/107947709791918388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107947709791918388' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-107932123110689622</id><published>2004-03-14T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T20:31:12.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow. No. Really. Jeremy and I have so much in common. Like this:I'm Chandler Bing from Friends!Take the Friends Quiz here.created by stomps.And I'm so glad.On a slightly less sarcastic note, things are never boring around me. May you live in interesting times..... Yeah, right. Me aged grandmother has passed away, as of Friday morning. Alberta is no longer (for those of you who think </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/107932123110689622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/107932123110689622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107932123110689622' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-107903748406663534</id><published>2004-03-11T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T13:40:21.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, here it is:Steph quiz: Questions Steph always wants to know the answers to!The new alternative to quizzes and questionnaires that have circulated the internet 12 million times and counting……1. Who is your favorite childhood television personality?2. In your opinion, what are the three sexiest songs you have ever heard?2a.  Have you ever had sex listening to any or all of these </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/107903748406663534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/107903748406663534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107903748406663534' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-107903155596152721</id><published>2004-03-11T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T12:01:33.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are glucose. People feed off of you. You aresweet, caring, and a source of energy foreveryone around you. You can inspire otherswith your creativity and depth, and you cankeep people alive when in times of famine.People love you...or at least the way youtaste. Which Biological Molecule Are You? brought to you by QuizillaMmmmm.... sugar.I am inventing my very own alterna-quiz! More after</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/107903155596152721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/107903155596152721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107903155596152721' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-107871741018994763</id><published>2004-03-07T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T20:45:43.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, I had big fun last night. Anyone else? So nice! *looks at the current world's population* You must have a lot of frustration then.   What pisses you off?  Created by ptocheiaAin't that the truth. My new mantra is "what the fuck is wrong with people?"  Come take the Comprehensive DDR Personality Test!   Created by ptocheiaI don't actually know what that means. I tend to annoy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/107871741018994763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/107871741018994763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107871741018994763' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-107861129721379078</id><published>2004-03-06T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T15:17:09.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are the Sun card. The light of the Sun revealsall. The Sun is joyful and bright, without fearor reservation. The childish nature of the Sunallows you to play and feel free. Explorationcan truly take place in the light of day whennothing is hidden. The Sun's rays fill you withenergy so that you may live life to itsfullest, milking pleasure out of each day. Suchjoy and energy can bring wealth </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/107861129721379078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/107861129721379078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107861129721379078' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-107826070840101914</id><published>2004-03-02T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T13:53:56.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Did I mention.....?Third from the bottom. Check it out, yo!And then comment on your weekends before I cut you. How were they? Huh? HUH!?!?See the pyramids along the nile....ZeldaP</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/107826070840101914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/107826070840101914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107826070840101914' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-107824559353404959</id><published>2004-03-02T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T09:42:01.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had a great weekend. How was yours? I hope it was as relaxing as mine. Friday was good times, sushi and going to bed early to awaken to sun and a peaceful, easy feeling. Saturday was more nothing, with a trip to fetch some entertainment. Purchased and watched Lost in Translation, which I loved. Afterwards, got my fill of guilty pleasure by watching a bunch of brutal telly conceived by MTV. I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/107824559353404959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/107824559353404959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107824559353404959' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-107801216585270355</id><published>2004-02-28T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T16:51:30.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You're a Non-box. What box do you get put in? brought to you by QuizillaMy entire life has culminated in this quiz result. I am vindicated. And I slept in today! Yeah!Have a kickass weekend. And if you can't be with the one you love, love the one you're with.xoxoxxxZeldaP</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/107801216585270355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/107801216585270355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107801216585270355' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-107791568262858114</id><published>2004-02-27T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T14:03:27.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Brrr! You're a WINTER STORM.You get very quiet when you're angry.Most people would call you heartless and cold,but that's only because you don't tell them what'sreally on your mind. What DIRE WEATHER FORECAST do you turn into when you're angry? brought to you by QuizillaThis is too true. And for those of you laughing right now, you must know that I only scream at the ones I love. You are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/107791568262858114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/107791568262858114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107791568262858114' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-107789891392006107</id><published>2004-02-27T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T09:23:58.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TAPEHEAD!If you haven't heard the story of Tapehead, and there may still be a few of you who missed out (specifically, Stephen), then it is a must listen. But I am not displaying it here. It is much funnier in person. And only those who deserve to hear Tapehead should get the pleasure. And that includes Stephen. Hideous oversight on my part. I am so ashamed. WORK!Humph. Still no word on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/107789891392006107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/107789891392006107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107789891392006107' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-107772536120549705</id><published>2004-02-25T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T09:11:23.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> You are The Mad Hatter  One thing is for sure- you're as mad as a hatter.You have an obsession with time and if tea timewere to ever cease, you would probably be evenmore confused. What Alice in Wonderland Character Are You? brought to you by QuizillaWhy is a raven like a writing desk?Hmmm... it is Jillian's half-birthday in two days. Happy half, Jillian! (Shorty, its not your birthday.) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/107772536120549705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/107772536120549705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107772536120549705' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-107751757340941563</id><published>2004-02-22T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T23:28:12.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>All about sound effects....Because crazy is funny:Jim and Mary were both patients in a Mental Hospital. One day, while they were walking past the hospital swimming pool, Jim suddenly jumped into the deep end. He sank like a stone to the bottom and stayed there. Mary promptly jumped in to save him. She swam to the bottom and pulled Jim out.  The medical director became aware of Mary's heroic</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/107751757340941563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/107751757340941563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107751757340941563' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-107717014171552585</id><published>2004-02-18T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T22:57:36.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are chill! What kind of techno music are you?  brought to you by QuizillaSure I am.*****************************Just in from some nice drinks with the kids (including Mike P) at the Unicorn, once owned by a now dead Irish Rover. Word. And now it is time for beddie-byes. Word. We could make something beautiful, something that wouldn't be a problem, at least not in Miami.ZeldaP</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/107717014171552585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/107717014171552585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107717014171552585' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-107713454936654970</id><published>2004-02-18T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T13:04:24.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bonjour, as they say.The weather outside isn't nice enough to venture forth for a quick walk, so I have decided to blog from my place of temporary employment. Is this a good idea? Only time will tell. I am feeling a bit manic today. I love the chance to comment on Jeremy's other blog, even if it is a livejournal. Except for Jeremy's, I simply have yet to read one that made me think that the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/107713454936654970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/107713454936654970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107713454936654970' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-107682987194001341</id><published>2004-02-15T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T00:26:23.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is not very reassuring.But it does explain why my mother would rather ask Mike questions about me than ask them to my face...... Interesting. I promise not to unleash chemical weapons on the house.  What Famous Leader Are You?And I am just going to try to forget that I got Apocalypse Now on the classic movie test.  For a giant peace-nik, I seem to be a great big warmonger. Who knew?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/107682987194001341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/107682987194001341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107682987194001341' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-107629737874905480</id><published>2004-02-08T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T20:31:23.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are a water spirit known as an Undine. Undinesare usually found in forest pools andwaterfalls. They have beautiful voices and cansometimes be heard singing over the sound ofthe water. An offering of perfume will keepthem in your favour. Love rules in this'watery' creature. What Magical Creature are You? brought to you by QuizillaKnew it. I am so a water baby. What on earth would I spend </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/107629737874905480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/107629737874905480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107629737874905480' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-107618407816108460</id><published>2004-02-07T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-07T13:03:02.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I get to sleep in in 9 days. I think. But I am pretty sure I get the stat holiday off, so that is good. If not, it is more like 17 days. Gross. And all because I want to contribute to my community and volunteer. Bloody me. Speaking of volunteering, I must say this: if you aren't in crisis, don't call the crisis line. That is all. You'd think it was a less difficult concept to grasp. And having </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/107618407816108460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/107618407816108460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107618407816108460' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-107561760437844088</id><published>2004-01-31T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-31T23:42:06.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I'll be horn swaggled.How evil are you?Volunteering in the AM, then some lunch and groceries with Topher (x2) at around nude-thirty. I need to drive somewhere far off in the near future so that I can listen to loud music in the car and get in touch with my anger. I love that singing in the car thing. Especially if it means I can drop in on Martin in Vancouver and we can have a few </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/107561760437844088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/107561760437844088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107561760437844088' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-107559076183090446</id><published>2004-01-31T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-31T16:14:19.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey. Like The Fonze: Heeeeeeeeeeeyyyy. Hay.Straw is cheaper, grass is free. Horses eat it, why don't we?Because it is dry and itchy in the mouth. Maybe with a lot of water or juice.....**********************************Interviews this week. I was either completely out in left field or completely brilliant. I just really want a job. And yes, I have no problem saying that I am willing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/107559076183090446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/107559076183090446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107559076183090446' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-107509884222023928</id><published>2004-01-25T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T23:35:33.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are the hidden beauty Which Ultimate Beautiful Woman are You? brought to you by QuizillaThe art on these quizzes is lovely. Mmmm.... art. I don't really understand how a picture of a woman with that much flesh exposed can be considered hidden beauty, though. We'll see. Mind you, my breasts are pretty much like that lady's. (post script: after taking a look at all the possible results, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/107509884222023928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/107509884222023928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107509884222023928' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-107482995778276002</id><published>2004-01-22T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T20:54:05.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>They want me and need me. But only because I know powerpoint.The place I am working until Tuesday is tres bizarre. And yet, the boss loves me. Because I am down with the powerpoint scene. I am so emailing my files to myself so I can stick them in a portfolio of sweet office type things I have done. The hand out with the tiny pictures of food on it is also very good. Strange moment. Jeremy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/107482995778276002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/107482995778276002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107482995778276002' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-107432674817485485</id><published>2004-01-17T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-17T01:07:11.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I used to complain about the music my mother listened to. I would endure five thousand years of Modern Talking rather than be faced with ever hearing the shite I can hear right now ever again. The soundtrack of anime films isn't music. It just isn't.THE PRECIOUS! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!(that was my rendition of my favorite part of The Two Towers, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/107432674817485485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/107432674817485485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107432674817485485' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-107403106351356604</id><published>2004-01-13T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T14:59:03.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yoinks, Scoob!I just found out that Tori Amos is actually in the new Julia Roberts vehicle, Mona Lisa Smile, and that she has two songs (covers of "You Belong To Me" and "Murder, He Says") on the soundtrack. Hmmmm..... might have to check this one out after all. Or just check it out on Kazaa and then wait for the DVD to come out.I wasn't very impressed with the press Ms. Roberts did for this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/107403106351356604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/107403106351356604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107403106351356604' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-107363175139754369</id><published>2004-01-09T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T00:03:46.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quizapalooza!Reincarnation: You are nice enough to go to heaven,but Earth won't be as fun without you. As areal optimist and lighthearted person, youalways see the good in things. People probablyrespect you for your wonderful personality andlove for life. People like you make the world ahappier place (please rate my quiz) **Where will you go when you die?**(now with pics) brought to you by </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/107363175139754369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/107363175139754369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107363175139754369' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-107343865207168921</id><published>2004-01-06T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T18:25:24.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey. I'm ill. I have the flu. And I even know which strain it is. The one I didn't get the flu shot for. Of course it is. Note to self: next year, do something to make sure the available flu shot covers all the strains to which I will be exposed. Dave has it too, but I can barely blame my illness on someone I have seen in over two weeks, now can I? There was some debate as to whether or not I had</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/107343865207168921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/107343865207168921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107343865207168921' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-107308904909303390</id><published>2004-01-02T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T17:18:37.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New year, screw year, blue year, do year.Dew year, who year, crew year, flew year.Deal.Let us recap this passed week:Monday, rock show. Kicked ass. It was also about five hours long. So much bang for the buck. I approved heartily. Sad to see Big Sugar go, though. The music is awesome, both acoustically and technically, and I have so many excellent memories associated with the band and the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/107308904909303390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/107308904909303390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107308904909303390' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-107274420852495392</id><published>2003-12-29T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-12-29T17:31:12.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oi.You are Willy Wonka from the books "Charlie &amp;the Chocolate Factory" and "Charlie &amp;the Great Glass Elevator". You are a veryinventive person, but haven't gotten all of thekinks out of your inventions, like when yourgum turned a kid into a blueberry. You are achild at heart, and have seen more strangethings than the average person like VermiciousKnids in outer space.  Which Roald Dahl </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/107274420852495392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/107274420852495392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107274420852495392' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-107242147795630329</id><published>2003-12-25T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-12-25T23:52:19.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quick reflection before I pass out:-I never thanked my dad for instilling in me his love of reading from a very early age. This saddens me.-Holiday gathering last Saturday was a joy. I love my beautiful associates.-If I had my way there would have been more of them there.-People who spend there lives moving around attach memories to events, not places, and therefore have a deeper desire </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/107242147795630329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/107242147795630329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107242147795630329' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-107169634367947605</id><published>2003-12-17T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T14:26:36.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Complete sincerity: You believe in beingstraightforward with others, and you expect thesame from them. People would consider you agood listener, and one who is calm and mostlyserious. Which Characteristic From the Samurai Code Matches You Best? (You may find out your best trait) brought to you by QuizillaHmmm.... Mike is being a smartass right now. Whatever. Nothing can get me down when I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/107169634367947605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/107169634367947605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107169634367947605' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-107138391981502643</id><published>2003-12-13T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-12-13T23:39:28.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey. Just came across this site: http://www.strike-the-root.com/ Pretty refreshing stuff coming from the US. I love Americans who think, and it looks like these guys do. They are still on probation from me though. This story  was good times. The story that got me there came from Cardhouse. Be sure to check out Cardhouse, there is some really great photo montage work on it. I love Food City, and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/107138391981502643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/107138391981502643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107138391981502643' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-107136592667329982</id><published>2003-12-13T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-12-13T18:40:10.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Congratulations! You're Merry! Which Lord of the Rings character and personality problem are you? brought to you by QuizillaI love my insatiable bloodlust. And if this means that Jeremy and I get to hang out in a tree for almost an entire movie, then I am all for it. I always wanted to really commune with nature, you know? I can't wait to see what I get to do in the next movie. I'm beginning </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/107136592667329982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/107136592667329982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107136592667329982' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-107120973538139745</id><published>2003-12-11T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T23:16:22.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey. Not only am I a pop-junkie, but I am also funky. I am also this:You are a Grassroots Activist.  Anti-capitalist,anti-patrist, anti-authoritarian, whatever,you're just fuckin' anti.  You probably tellpeople you hate postmodernism, but thatassertion elides the complex interdependenciesamong academic poststructuralism andstreet-level activism.  You don't batheregularly, and know at least one </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/107120973538139745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/107120973538139745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107120973538139745' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-107112993999337315</id><published>2003-12-11T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T01:06:26.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>     Um, duh.Yes, folks. I am familiar with many, many musical genres. And my knowledge goes deeper than the various "hits of..." compilations you see on the TV late at night. And apparently I am a pop junkie. Not so. But I do like me obscure 80's tunes. My scores were most bolstered by my knowledge of Human League and Roxette. Dog bless us, everyone.In other news...Holiday gathering </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/107112993999337315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/107112993999337315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107112993999337315' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-107092629265460230</id><published>2003-12-08T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T16:33:09.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I want one too! I want one too! I! WANT! ONE! TOO!So I made one. I like to copy Jeremy. Because he is cool. And because when I do versions of the things he has done, I feel closer to him than I am at this distance and miss him the tiniest bit less. And that brings me great comfort.Trinity du Jour. THREE THINGS I DON'T UNDERSTAND1. childhood prostitution2. people who eat organ meat and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/107092629265460230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/107092629265460230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107092629265460230' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-107034317678075531</id><published>2003-12-01T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T22:33:33.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think I love you.Yes, David Cassidy, I mean you.In other news....I am back in Cowtown after a simply fantastic voyage. I met peeps. I heard things. Wonderful things. I am inspired and encouraged. I am not alone, in so many ways. It is a strange thing when one leaves one's non-biological family (mainly the friends I have been collecting over the years) to seek out one's scholarly/corporate</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/107034317678075531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/107034317678075531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107034317678075531' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-106885373951272106</id><published>2003-11-14T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T16:49:19.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your soul is bound to the Black Rose: TheWicked."I am the wicked specemin of sin with noprofound logic to believe in.  Hold me tight,but don't hold me close, I go where Idesire."The Black Rose is associated with manipulation,control, and virtuosity.  It is governed by thegoddess Psyche and its sign is The Tapestry, orCrafted Love.As a Black Rose, you may have a slight wickedstreak running </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/106885373951272106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/106885373951272106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106885373951272106' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-106875908225063576</id><published>2003-11-13T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T14:31:41.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am not Karl Lagerfeld. But I could be.....Awoke on time to fetch Quon and ferry him to the airport. He returns soon, but I will miss him in his absence. Sought my diploma from the post office. This was interesting. I hate that post office. The slowest worker in the world is traning an even slower associate (ass if that was possible). But I procured my tube after a short-ish wait. I love </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/106875908225063576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/106875908225063576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106875908225063576' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-106816160662997563</id><published>2003-11-06T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T16:33:24.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Protector The ULTIMATE personality test brought to you by QuizillaThe picture that goes with this result is crazy lame. Quon's is so much better. Better because he tortures himself. Transport for the trip is booked. I'm about to make a phone call to a nun.I have to cut off my nasty talons. I love my new track suit. (leisurewear has come such a long way)ROCK.ZeldaP</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/106816160662997563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/106816160662997563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106816160662997563' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-106810188515062072</id><published>2003-11-05T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T23:58:02.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have a major problem with this. George W. Bush must be stopped. Hundreds of thousands of women die every year in locations where safe abortion is not available to them because they choose to undergo illegal and unsafe procedures to end pregnancies. Abortion must be an option because the health of women is not. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/106810188515062072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/106810188515062072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106810188515062072' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-106807292142626434</id><published>2003-11-05T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T15:55:19.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It started a when a girl moved from this town and ended up in the south. No, that isn't right. It started the day my father died. But that isn't right either. You could say it won't start for a couple of weeks. But that wouldn't be the truth, because every story has some degree of background, doesn't it? Of course. So, when did it start? That exact point in time I cannot describe precisely. All I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/106807292142626434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/106807292142626434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106807292142626434' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-106797881384008186</id><published>2003-11-04T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T13:46:52.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Was going to do a meaningful post, but there is someone here peeking over my shoulder and judging me at every turn. So I will come back to this later. Contrary to popular belief in the troll hole at this moment, I can do things all by myself. Like all of the ToriAmos-ification I have added. Nice.Much love from the troll hole.ZeldaP</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/106797881384008186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/106797881384008186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106797881384008186' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-106797738719539404</id><published>2003-11-04T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T13:23:05.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Official Tori Amos websitehttp://www.toriamos.comOnline Team sign uphttp://www2.fanscape.com/toriamos/signup.aspI love her, and you should too. Just don't talk about it. I can't deal with it when the annoying fans of someone I like make me want to die and/or stop liking the artist. It happened to Sarah McLachlan. It so did. This does not mean I will never discuss Tori Amos, it just means</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/106797738719539404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/106797738719539404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106797738719539404' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-106737042520840575</id><published>2003-10-28T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T12:47:04.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I want more of those pizzas. Do you remember how I was a fan or lurking on lame people's blog-sites a while back, just to see if they were still lame? You know, some strange kind of self-validation (omigod, I am so much cooler than that...). Well, I took another quick tour, and I am still so much cooler than that. Sometimes being petty is so much fun.Blue eyes.The beautiful new blood-red tea</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/106737042520840575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/106737042520840575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106737042520840575' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-106677423850955798</id><published>2003-10-21T16:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T16:10:38.550-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm in love all over again!Mind you, I did leave it in the oven a mite too long. This process made it a bit crispier than necessary, but I now know for next time. And it reminds me of the pizza in Italy, the pizza that ruined me for most other types of North American pizza. I have found my pizza salvation! Dog bless Dr. Oetker!In other news, my mother has officially gone over the edge. Must </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/106677423850955798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/106677423850955798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106677423850955798' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-106633455446658594</id><published>2003-10-16T14:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T14:02:34.560-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Everybody dance now!Can someone please explain to me why I have a song stuck in my head that I have not heard outloud in years? This is disturbing to me.Also, I am still searching for more non-radio style music to light up my life. Please leave any ideas via comments on this page so I may ponder them. Mind you, I doubt there will ever be another find like Magnetic Fields. In other news, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/106633455446658594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/106633455446658594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106633455446658594' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-106615540323211062</id><published>2003-10-14T12:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T12:16:43.120-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So. You know the cheesy ad-bars at the top of my blog? (look up, waaaaaay up) Well, they reflect the contents of a person's blog. Which can be amusing. I get a whole whack of legend of Zelda links, and other related stuff. My thigh high leather boot desires must be coming closer to fruition, because the last ad I saw up there (the spaceship from up where? up there) was for the US Cavalry boot </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/106615540323211062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/106615540323211062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106615540323211062' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-106611165689442998</id><published>2003-10-13T23:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T00:07:36.963-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey, all.Usually I get the same answers as Jeremy on the quizzes I do, but today I got this...You are Form 9, Vampire: The Undying."And The Vampire was all that remained onthe blood drowned creation.  She attempted toregrow life from the dead.  But as she wasabout to give the breath of life, she wasconsumed in the flame of The Phoenix and thecycle began again."Some examples of the Vampire</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/106611165689442998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/106611165689442998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106611165689442998' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-106568654849781824</id><published>2003-10-09T02:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T02:02:28.616-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey.Hey to everyone who happens to read. Especially to anyone who stumbles here from Dave's site: http://www.dontstealmydomain.com/ Dave is so great for making me a link on his site. Go visit my button. I love my button.I must share the fact that I am exhausted. Happy. Strange. Exhausted. Yesterday was a big one. The big WestJet interview happened. I think it went well. I couldn't say. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/106568654849781824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/106568654849781824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106568654849781824' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-106522293757422665</id><published>2003-10-03T17:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-10-03T17:15:37.503-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had the misfortune to glance down while about town today and see someone's Converse high-top sneakers coming dangerously close to mine. I almost had to find a fridge to put my head in.Then I spied a gal wearing leg warmers. Okay. Fine. But it is 23 degrees C and totally sunny outside. Ass if her legs need warming. Fashion victim.I got tickets to the Hawksley Workman show on Monday. A day </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/106522293757422665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/106522293757422665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106522293757422665' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-106498096061915942</id><published>2003-09-30T22:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T22:02:40.736-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>After more than four years, I made a very rare discovery. Yes, folks. I discovered one of the original Jack Singer haiku poems! I know what you are thinking, "but Zelda, didn't you lose and or get rid of all of them?" I thought I did, but whilst going through the Dutch day planner I bought in 1998, I found a piece of till paper with two written on it. It is dated June 24, 1999. Here they are:1.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/106498096061915942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/106498096061915942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106498096061915942' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-106464859573775615</id><published>2003-09-27T01:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-09-27T01:44:22.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The news is coming fast and sweet, my people, something like those lovely little 5 cent candies at the convenience store.....I was accepted to volunteer at the Distress Centre. Fabulous! I will get a taste of actual social work here and get to see how I feel about it. Sweet. The first real training session is all day tomorrow, and the beauties there are feeding us and everything. The biggest </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/106464859573775615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/106464859573775615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106464859573775615' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-106433675936305393</id><published>2003-09-23T11:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T11:05:59.406-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blinded by the lightrevved up like a deuceAnother runner in the nightYeah. Not, "blinded by the light, wrapped up like a douche, another runner in the night."That just confused the hell out of me. And that rarely happens. In fact, I think this is the first time that I couldn't pin a lyric down without help from the mighty internet. A Bruce Springsteen song covered by Manfred Mann's Earth</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/106433675936305393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/106433675936305393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106433675936305393' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-106394469718339828</id><published>2003-09-18T22:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-09-18T22:11:37.173-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jesus H Freakin' Christ.Jeremiah, if you edit her paper, I may have words to say. No offense to anyone, but I think she treated you crappily enough that you can afford not to mark her paper. Yikes. What do I have to say for myself? Oh, right, I am a meddler.I also have spies planted everywhere, so watch what you do and say.In other news: told Al today that I would wear any piece of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/106394469718339828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/106394469718339828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106394469718339828' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-106352271302564736</id><published>2003-09-14T00:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-09-14T00:59:13.130-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I feel like I need to post a clarifying entry. Here we go:1) I swear I will send the books very, very soon. And yes, that is my voicemail. And yes, I do appreciate and love your messages.2) Shel, you know that thing you want to do with those other things? My first reaction was to tell you that you could do it with mine. I am not sure how I feel about it at this exact moment though. You might </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/106352271302564736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/106352271302564736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106352271302564736' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-106324621839726985</id><published>2003-09-10T20:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T20:10:18.420-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey, folks.I am in the midst of cleaning out my troll hole, and I thought I would record for posterity all of the ticket stubs I have horded over the last ten years. I now feel the need to disgard, but not until one last tribute goes by. Here they are, by no means a complete collection, and in no particular order:Big Sugar, with John FordMoulin RougeAmerican Pie 2Depeche Mode and Poe</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/106324621839726985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/106324621839726985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106324621839726985' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-106322237005512008</id><published>2003-09-10T13:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T13:33:34.286-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mistress Zelda is back in da haus! Make some nooooooyyyyyyyzzzzzzzeee!I know I don't usually take such long breaks from da blog, but I have been out tasting the world to bring you new tales of joy. And here they are:I finally got to see Stephen and Tina again! Yahooooo! Damn, I missed those kids. And Stephen's apartment is gorgeous. The thesis was mailed in without any troubles. I am sorted</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/106322237005512008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/106322237005512008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106322237005512008' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-106183339887811039</id><published>2003-08-25T11:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-08-25T11:43:18.830-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just call me Mistress Zelda...Hi.My Master's essay is approved. Now all I have to do is get the file with the changes to open, and I will do them and send it away. This is me hoping that I remember where that watermark paper ended up.....Hi again. The changes were tiny. Now all I have to do is print and send. Still thinking on the whereabouts of that paper.Otherwise:The past weekend </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/106183339887811039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/106183339887811039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106183339887811039' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-106162321839759084</id><published>2003-08-23T01:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-08-23T01:20:18.423-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Love You Madly - Cake Safe and Sound - Hawksley Workman Thank You - the Zeppelin song, but the Tori Amos version Heaven - Talking Heads Kiss Me You Fool - Northern Pikes Wild Horses - Stones song, Mazzy Starr version Nothing Really Matters - Madonna Lovesong - The Cure (for Todd and Tara), When We Dance - Sting (Rick and Jess) Wedding number 1 is tomorrow. Is that really all I have?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/106162321839759084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/106162321839759084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106162321839759084' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-106153158174847356</id><published>2003-08-21T23:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-08-21T23:55:39.516-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For a blog about travelling, this one sure has a lot to do with death.....Sorry for the delay. As usual, things are incredibly disorganized. On Monday I was informed by my mother that my uncle Peter (my father's eldest brother) had just called to say that my uncle Phil had died suddenly the Thursday previously. Now, I say "suddenly", but that isn't exactly true. I am not sure what the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/106153158174847356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/106153158174847356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106153158174847356' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-106114720024659372</id><published>2003-08-17T13:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-08-17T13:06:40.313-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I made it....This day reminds me of the license plate my mother's parents had on their various Cadillacs for most of my life and until my grandfather passed away: MAYDIT. The triumphant cry whenever they made it to or from somewhere: MAYDIT!Well, I made it to 25 years. At times, I wasn't sure I would. At times, I really did not want to make it to 16, let alone anything else. So, in case </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/106114720024659372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/106114720024659372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106114720024659372' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-106082963664660478</id><published>2003-08-13T20:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-08-13T20:58:37.286-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Deal with this.you are either a record nerd or not a scenester atall. you are the coolest of the bunch. bravo,dude. what type of lame scenester are you? brought to you by QuizillaI knew it all along.Note to selves: I am back in Calgary.And guess who was on time to pick me up from the airport? Hmmmm.....?You got it, it was Mike! Yahooooo! He is so lucky. In the nicest possible way.And</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/106082963664660478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/106082963664660478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106082963664660478' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-106029327786412868</id><published>2003-08-07T15:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-08-07T15:54:37.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It has been too long. I know. I have been busy. As usual.Still in that waiting for things to happen space. I am in Squamish. And I hear a screaming child. Do I have to go and come back later......? Apparently not.I harken back to the five millionth time an insensitive and selfish person implied that I have no life knowledge because I have never spent prolonged amounts of time taking care of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/106029327786412868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/106029327786412868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106029327786412868' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-105972033240602208</id><published>2003-08-01T00:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-08-01T00:45:32.443-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are "Welcome to the Caribbean, love."You're more than a little world-weary, but alsointelligent and you keep your head when thingsget dodgy.  You're everybody's favoritedrinking buddy, but your stubbornness does getin the way sometimes. Which one of Captain Jack Sparrow's bizarre sayings from Pirates of the Caribbean are you? brought to you by QuizillaInteresting. I mean to see this film,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/105972033240602208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/105972033240602208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105972033240602208' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-105959767909880601</id><published>2003-07-30T14:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-07-30T14:41:19.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey, my thesis is approved. Now I just have to wait for the final stamp and you can officially start calling me "Mistress". Fuckin' eh.Yes, Virginia, I am overducated.I am also in that space where excitement is building but I am timid to accept it. I know my dad would be over the moon with happiness. I am trying.ZeldaP</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/105959767909880601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/105959767909880601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105959767909880601' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5479690.post-105955347494655635</id><published>2003-07-30T02:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-07-30T02:24:34.966-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Almost forgot. But not really. How could I?Count down to the Todd and Tara wedding extravaganza:25 days.I wonder if she is completely wedding crazy by now? "If it gets too crazy, we'll just elope." Ass if you will.ZeP</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/105955347494655635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5479690/posts/default/105955347494655635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeldacamp.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105955347494655635' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Zelda</name><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></entry></feed>
