<?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-11322935</id><updated>2011-12-13T19:54:38.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tales of the Samael</title><subtitle type='html'>Basically I just talk about whatever I want to talk about, and hope that someone is listening.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Samael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397384807628386974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11322935.post-114767449707683006</id><published>2006-05-14T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T23:28:17.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Refresh</title><content type='html'>Going to start things over; try to wipe the slate clean and get a fresh start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11322935-114767449707683006?l=thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/feeds/114767449707683006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11322935&amp;postID=114767449707683006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/114767449707683006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/114767449707683006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/2006/05/refresh.html' title='Refresh'/><author><name>Samael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397384807628386974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11322935.post-114707027959152304</id><published>2006-05-07T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T23:38:58.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Right back in the thick of things</title><content type='html'>I always seem to get myself right back into the particular situation that I now find myself in. Well, that isn't even true, but it feels like it is. Wanting what I can't have. Not knowing if I'm just hearing &amp;amp; seeing things because I want them to be true or if they are really here and happening. I need to read, I need to write. And I need to figure out how to get what I want (which probably isn't up to me), or how long I'm willing to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samael&lt;br /&gt;My inspiration has finally seemed to come, hanging just outside my reach.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11322935-114707027959152304?l=thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/feeds/114707027959152304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11322935&amp;postID=114707027959152304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/114707027959152304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/114707027959152304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/2006/05/right-back-in-thick-of-things.html' title='Right back in the thick of things'/><author><name>Samael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397384807628386974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11322935.post-114343880326147261</id><published>2006-03-26T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T21:53:23.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patient</title><content type='html'>I'm through being patient. I'm gonna find a way to &lt;em&gt;take&lt;/em&gt; what I want rather than hoping it comes my way eventually. I'm tired of living my life like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and to those of you waiting to hear from me, you will soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samael&lt;br /&gt;I’ve waited too long for too many things in my life; waited for the perfect moment or the right time. The thing is, neither of them really exists.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11322935-114343880326147261?l=thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/feeds/114343880326147261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11322935&amp;postID=114343880326147261' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/114343880326147261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/114343880326147261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/2006/03/patient.html' title='Patient'/><author><name>Samael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397384807628386974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11322935.post-114240347768429159</id><published>2006-03-14T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T22:17:57.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, I'm in Burbank</title><content type='html'>Well, technically I'm in Glendale, but I'm working in Burbank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A whole bunch of shit has happened in the last couple of weeks, I'll try to fill you in on most of the points sometime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoy Brisco County, Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samael&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11322935-114240347768429159?l=thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/feeds/114240347768429159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11322935&amp;postID=114240347768429159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/114240347768429159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/114240347768429159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/2006/03/hey-im-in-burbank.html' title='Hey, I&apos;m in Burbank'/><author><name>Samael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397384807628386974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11322935.post-113886616238898376</id><published>2006-02-01T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T23:42:42.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well...</title><content type='html'>no phone call for me today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11322935-113886616238898376?l=thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/feeds/113886616238898376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11322935&amp;postID=113886616238898376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/113886616238898376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/113886616238898376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/2006/02/well.html' title='Well...'/><author><name>Samael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397384807628386974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11322935.post-113876229782450462</id><published>2006-01-31T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T18:51:39.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I called, she called back</title><content type='html'>After a minute or two, I told her I was moving to Burbank. She was quiet, then a little confused. Then asked some questions. She asked me when. Then she was quiet again. We only talked about work and her credit rating...I wanted to ask her why she stopped things before, but she was at work and had to go...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not certain how to feel...&lt;br /&gt;It was almost as if she was trying to pretend that the last couple months of nothing didn't happen. The conversation was smooth as it had been before, but it kind of felt like we were skating around the issue. She said she would call me (tomorrow I think, I already forgot...).&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to make certain it is all worked out then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samael&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for things I never knew I lost...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11322935-113876229782450462?l=thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/feeds/113876229782450462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11322935&amp;postID=113876229782450462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/113876229782450462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/113876229782450462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-called-she-called-back.html' title='I called, she called back'/><author><name>Samael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397384807628386974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11322935.post-113867989466935028</id><published>2006-01-30T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T19:58:14.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I called her...</title><content type='html'>And left a voicemail message.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11322935-113867989466935028?l=thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/feeds/113867989466935028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11322935&amp;postID=113867989466935028' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/113867989466935028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/113867989466935028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-called-her.html' title='I called her...'/><author><name>Samael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397384807628386974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11322935.post-113852673622484947</id><published>2006-01-29T00:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T01:25:36.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I never actually asked for advice</title><content type='html'>But a few people care enough about me that they shared their opinions without prompting. They don't want me to get hurt. It's nice to have people whom care so much about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm making a pizza right now. I know, I know, it isn't the best thing to eat at one in the morning, but I'm really hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never actually explained why I don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really liked Jaime. She was fun, smart, engaging amd not to mention cute as a button; few have made me feel the way that she did. In nearly two years with CM, I barely managed to write anything about her, for her. That always bothered her. She wanted a poem about her as other girls before her had poems about them. I tried to explain to her why, but couldn't quite do it. I didn't know myself. I just couldn't do it. After two weeks with Jaime, I had written a poem about her. In my mind, it is the best positive poem I have thus far written about a women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really liked Jaime, and I was disapointed when she stopped calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half of me wants to forgive her, the other half doesn't trust her.&lt;br /&gt;Half of me still wants to be with her, the other half doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;While I wasn't crushed, I was hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Half of me thinks that I will be missing out on &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt; if I don't find out why she called, the other half doesn't think it matters.&lt;br /&gt;Half of me wants to know why, the other half doesn't think I'll ever know.&lt;br /&gt;Half of me still likes her, the other half has gotten over her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I most likely will call her, either sunday or monday night. I technically told her I would/might/probably would call her. I don't like the idea of not calling her period when I said that I would/might. I don't know what I'll say, I don't know what to expect. I'll tell her the truth, that I may be/am hoping to be moving down south soon. I'll ask her why she stopped calling me, tell her that all I wanted was a call saying she wasn't interested or whatever anymore. I'll ask her why she finally called. And if she wants to be with me now, why did she change her mind. The part of me that still wants her wants to tell her that we can talk and see how things go, that I'll be up front about moving, that I'm not using that as an excuse, that I am still interested, but I don't know that I can trust her, and that I don't know that that is a good start to any kind of relationship. And part of me is telling me to be smart this time, get out now with your feelings intact. Get out before she can hurt you again. Forget about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want to forget about her, not now that she has called. But maybe I should. But maybe I shouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what is tearing me apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will most likely call her within a couple days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what is best for me, all I know is that I am getting a little encouragement from some friends to just see what happens, and warnings from other and from the same friends who are worried that I'll be hurt again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck...I'm so confused...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be easier if I could just walk away now, but I don't think I can...or want to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck...I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samael&lt;br /&gt;She's hurting my head, running through it all day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11322935-113852673622484947?l=thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/feeds/113852673622484947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11322935&amp;postID=113852673622484947' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/113852673622484947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/113852673622484947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-never-actually-asked-for-advice.html' title='I never actually asked for advice'/><author><name>Samael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397384807628386974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11322935.post-113834162261751408</id><published>2006-01-26T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T22:06:29.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And now, with sound.</title><content type='html'>Jaime called me today...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not yet certain what I'm gonna do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Windows 95 computer now has a working sound card (huzzah). It's quite exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you in the know, I now have a myspace page. It's easy to find if you know me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so I was at work today, up front at the registers, and the phone rang. Now the phone ringing at work isn't unusual, it was who was doing the actual calling that was a little wierd. Jaime. If you don't know who she is, check out "As yet untitled" right over here --&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So, she apologised about what happened, but didn't really explain what happened. It was a bad connection, and sometimes I have a bad memory, so I can't say I remember exactly what she said. I mean, it was quite a shock, and though I had thought about what it would be like, good or bad, if either she tried to contact me or if we had to talk on work related matters, I never expected to actually hear from her again. I didn't even recognize her voice at first, but then I did right before she told me who she was. She seemed nervous. She asked how I was, I let her know about my grandma and my dad. We didn't talk for long. I think she was just trying to get a hold of me so that she could give me her number and ask me to call her sometime. Like she wanted to let me know she wanted to talk, and at the same time, put the ball in my court so that she knew she at least tried or something. I don't even know what it is that she wanted though. I don't know. It just doesn't make sense though that she would call me if she wasn't interested in dating me...I don't know what to do. I really liked her, but I can't say that I'm hung up on her. In fact, I think I dealt with her not calling in a rather mature manner, and I was rather proud of myself for the outlook I was able to take up. I don't know what to do. Part of me would like to just see what happens, cause it could be good. It could be neutral, it could be bad. I could be over thinking things. It could be good. Part of me just wants to move on and not worry about it. I want to move away, I want to move away soon, and though it may sound bad/horrible (but I don't intend it to sound like either of these things, or mean) but I don't want to have a reason to stay here...Part of me really wants to see her. She made me feel so inspired. I wrote more in that short time period than I had in the previous two months. Part of me just wants to kiss her. (I hope that doesn't sound bad.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freddy wants me to move to LA with him. I want to too. I need a job down there. He told me I have 4 weeks. I'd like to make that goal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been quite a last few days. I'm feeling excited about life for the first time in a long time. It's great. I have good friends both here and not here. I've got some inspiration to write. Inspiration to find a new job. Inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspiration...whom did I once say that about...Odd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do...&lt;br /&gt;But I'm feeling damn good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samael&lt;br /&gt;"I feel like Indiana Jones."&lt;br /&gt;- Freddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Sorry, couldn't come up with my own for some reason, decided to borrow from Freddy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11322935-113834162261751408?l=thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/feeds/113834162261751408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11322935&amp;postID=113834162261751408' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/113834162261751408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/113834162261751408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/2006/01/and-now-with-sound.html' title='And now, with sound.'/><author><name>Samael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397384807628386974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11322935.post-113813300174387375</id><published>2006-01-24T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T12:03:21.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a connection to something real</title><content type='html'>...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11322935-113813300174387375?l=thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/feeds/113813300174387375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11322935&amp;postID=113813300174387375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/113813300174387375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/113813300174387375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-need-connection-to-something-real.html' title='I need a connection to something real'/><author><name>Samael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397384807628386974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11322935.post-113651782333665290</id><published>2006-01-05T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T02:01:05.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So many things, but nothing at the end of the day.</title><content type='html'>So, something weird happened with my car while driving home, and I almost got into an accident. I'm a little bit shaken, and a half out of the good, &lt;em&gt;I want to write&lt;/em&gt; mood that I had been while driving. I'm trying to get back into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about to leave work today, a little early but anyway, then I saw someone with a gift registry print out in her hand... She was beautiful, incredibly cute, the best words to describe her are what to me is the epitome of feminine beauty: &lt;em&gt;cute as a button&lt;/em&gt;. That to me is the adjective that best describes the type of beauty that takes my breath away, the type of beauty that is not just external but internal, something special that shines through, and a thousand other things that pale in comparison to the words that I may choose to define them. &lt;em&gt;Cute as a button.&lt;/em&gt; My exact thoughts at that moment are summerised thusly: &lt;em&gt;Wow.&lt;/em&gt; (It is a . and not a ! because of the whole &lt;em&gt;taking my breath away&lt;/em&gt; part, I didn't have enough wind left in me to yell it. Even inside my head.) So, I went up to her and offered my help. She smiled and accepted my offer, she couldn't figure out why there were two different events (two dates) for her friend's wedding. She didn't know which one was right, why there were so few gifts purchased, or what she should do. She leaned in kind of close as I took the print out and explained what the different things were. Some items had been purcased on one of the registries, most hadn't, but that was normal as most people do not buy the gifts till a couple days before hand. I told her that the larger list was most likely the right one, especially considering the fact that the shorter one had the event dated as yesterday. I told her that we recomend people register for more than they think their friends and family will actually purchase, if only for the completion discount...Anyway, you all don't want to hear these details as they are either really boring, or you have already heard them too many times from the home office.&lt;br /&gt;I walked her over to bath, helped her pick out some items, waited while she talked with said friend. Maybe I'm crazy, but there seemed to be some kind of something going on between us. I don't want to sound corny and say that we had some kind of connection, but I don't know how else to put it. It was the same type of feeling I got when I met Jaime, and that turned out to be true. It's nice when you can feel mutual attraction like that with someone you just met. I am damn handsome. Well, nothing happened. I'm too shy and quiet when I meet someone that I find attractive, especially when they are &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; beautiful. I even stood behind her in line to buy my stuff (just a coincidence mind you), but wasn't able to say anything to her. I really wanted to though. I'm just not good at that kind of stuff, I can't really &lt;em&gt;flirt&lt;/em&gt; with women. I've never been able to do that, and it has made my life harder.&lt;br /&gt;So I met this woman at work (had to be about my age, 23 for those of you not keeping count) who was cute as a button and seem to be attracted to me too, but I couldn't do anything more than be nice and help her find some gifts for her friend. Fuck. I want to yell at myself and into the air. Why can't I seem to become more than I seem to be, become what I want to be. AAAAHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a one sided quarter now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking with my friend Susan today about some people whom shall remain nameless, but whom work with us. Too girls whom are involved with guys who do not &lt;em&gt;treat them right&lt;/em&gt;. They seem to be getting hit, which obviously I find absolutely abhorent, and don't seem to be &lt;em&gt;able&lt;/em&gt; to get out of their situations. For one of the girls, it's her &lt;em&gt;boyfriend&lt;/em&gt;. I asked her not two days ago in a manner that is unlike me, as I don't like to tell people how they should live there lives even if they ask, but I had to as my brain was in pain from trying to comprehend what could possibly keep her from leaving him. He cheats on her, they argue all the time, he doesn't let her hang out with friends (and, as previously stated, hits her, but I didn't say that part; that is an awful lot of commas in a parentetical statement), I asked her why she stays with him. She couldn't give me an actual answer, and seemed to both realize and not realize that she wasn't giving me an actual answer. The other girl is married to her &lt;em&gt;guy&lt;/em&gt; (sorry for the italics, but I don't feel comfortable using words that describe someone as being a &lt;em&gt;man&lt;/em&gt; when they treat their other half like that, &lt;em&gt;men&lt;/em&gt; do not do that), but even if you didn't know that &lt;em&gt;something else&lt;/em&gt; was going on, it is obvious that they don't even seem to like each other. They've been married for only a short time at this point, but they're married and they don't live together or seem to like each other at all. I understand her not wanting to be around him if he hits her, but why marry him? Why marry someone you can't stand? Someone who treats you like that? And from the other point of view, I do not understand men who can hit women. I do not understand that at all. I do not understand men who can cheat. It is just something I can not comprehend. I don't understand being with someone if you don't like being with them, if you don't want to be with them. I don't understand staying with someone who does understand those things. My main frustration with these two situations lies in the fact that these two girls, these two young women shouldn't be in these situations. They shouldn't be treated like this. They deserve something so much better than it. It just bothers me to no end that there are guys like their guys who have girls like them and don't deserve them. All I have left to say is that it took me six long years (if I begin counting at 14, but that might not be the &lt;em&gt;best&lt;/em&gt; year to start from) to get my first and thus far only girlfriend (the previously mentioned ex), and I'm a very nice and very handsome guy if I do say so myself, but I've always seemed to have trouble finding myself a girlfriend, and then I see these girls are with &lt;em&gt;these guys&lt;/em&gt;. It is enough to make ones head explode in confusion. I'm not saying that I want to be with either of them in particular, I'm just saying it is sad and frustrating. I really don't like seeing people &lt;em&gt;stuck&lt;/em&gt; in these situations. (By the way, Susan had her own thoughts and frustrations, mostly similar to mine, I just didn't see the need to fill all of that in as well.)&lt;br /&gt;My brain is starting to hurt again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to say more, and explain more, and what not, but I'm tired and hungry and need to shower. (And do the dishes too, but I may wait till tomorrow for that. I'm really tired) I'll try to add another long post either tonight or tomorrow. Those whom know me are welcome to respond with comments and questions. Those whom do not know me are welcome to leave questions and comments as well, but please include a joke or caricature with your comments. That's it from me for now. I'll leave you with some words of wisdom:&lt;br /&gt;"You know, when it comes to telling time, I'm slower than the average bear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samael&lt;br /&gt;I'm all out of commas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11322935-113651782333665290?l=thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/feeds/113651782333665290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11322935&amp;postID=113651782333665290' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/113651782333665290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/113651782333665290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/2006/01/so-many-things-but-nothing-at-end-of.html' title='So many things, but nothing at the end of the day.'/><author><name>Samael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397384807628386974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11322935.post-113625002824432466</id><published>2006-01-02T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T17:00:28.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20060102/ap_on_re_us/911_cat_call"&gt;http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20060102/ap_on_re_us/911_cat_call&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11322935-113625002824432466?l=thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/feeds/113625002824432466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11322935&amp;postID=113625002824432466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/113625002824432466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/113625002824432466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/2006/01/wow.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>Samael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397384807628386974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11322935.post-113549163473450377</id><published>2005-12-24T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T22:20:34.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sad...and lonely</title><content type='html'>...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas to all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samael&lt;br /&gt;To be fair, it's all true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11322935-113549163473450377?l=thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/feeds/113549163473450377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11322935&amp;postID=113549163473450377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/113549163473450377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/113549163473450377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-sadand-lonely.html' title='I&apos;m sad...and lonely'/><author><name>Samael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397384807628386974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11322935.post-113540760736481552</id><published>2005-12-23T22:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T23:00:07.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I cut my hair today</title><content type='html'>Work has been rough this past week. By the time I get home, my feet are in an excruciating amount of pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had something "better" to say right now, something more poingant or insightful. Or another one of my written works. But all I have right now in my exhaustion is a few of the same old complaints. I figured that was better than nothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides being so tired out, I've been a little extra lonely lately. And I know people say "it's just because of the holidays." And I guess to an extent that is true, but I don't quite think that answer makes up a majority of the cause of my lonliness. I'm not moping around or anything. I'm too tired to mope. It would just be nice to be with someone. I've been thinking more about my past with CM these last couple of weeks than I have these last couple of months. Not much more to say about that...it isn't that I'm wishing I was still with her, because I'm not, I just keep getting reminded of the happy (and not so happy) memories from both last year and just generally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just doing my best to think of happy things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have further complaints along a similar line as the previous, but do not know how or if I wish to express said complaints and concerns...that's about as vague I can make it while still being specific. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Pez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just watched &lt;em&gt;Flight of the Phoenix&lt;/em&gt;, it was pretty good. I wanted to punch Giovanni Ribisi's character, which is odd because I usually like him in movies, but he was supposed to be annoying. He still needed to get punched at least one more time in that movie though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pistachio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like that word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put some Christmas cds in my car the other day, I thought it would help me get into the Christmas mood (something I've been lacking lately). I probably should have done it sooner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Grandma B has gotten worse...that's all I want to say about that right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna have pizza tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my friends, you mean more to me than I'll probably ever say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samael&lt;br /&gt;It's like Jumanji...with death.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11322935-113540760736481552?l=thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/feeds/113540760736481552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11322935&amp;postID=113540760736481552' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/113540760736481552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/113540760736481552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-cut-my-hair-today.html' title='I cut my hair today'/><author><name>Samael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397384807628386974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11322935.post-113514280438843632</id><published>2005-12-20T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T21:26:44.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>As yet untitled</title><content type='html'>Crystal blue eyes, pools of saphires&lt;br /&gt;sparkling in the radience of a smile&lt;br /&gt;that lights up my life.&lt;br /&gt;Dry wit that whets my appetite for&lt;br /&gt;every word that falls from soft coral lips.&lt;br /&gt;Strands of gold frame a visage that, truthfully&lt;br /&gt;cannot be compared with anything in existence.&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful heart that pierces through the external&lt;br /&gt;to reveal the truth of me.&lt;br /&gt;Sweet red roses embrace the arm&lt;br /&gt;which embraces me.&lt;br /&gt;My Muse, inspiration in its truest emotional&lt;br /&gt;and physical form.&lt;br /&gt;There is no one word that can describe&lt;br /&gt;all that is you.&lt;br /&gt;No one word to describe&lt;br /&gt;how you make me feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samael&lt;br /&gt;What it's like to be inspired&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11322935-113514280438843632?l=thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/feeds/113514280438843632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11322935&amp;postID=113514280438843632' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/113514280438843632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/113514280438843632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/2005/12/as-yet-untitled.html' title='As yet untitled'/><author><name>Samael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397384807628386974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11322935.post-113505638540175784</id><published>2005-12-19T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T21:26:34.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Origin of Samael</title><content type='html'>Samael in most traditions is the Angel of Death, he is considered by some to be the snake in the Garden of Eden, the one who wrestled with Jacob, and his name is often used intermixedly with in texts with that of Satan. In most accounts, the angel Samael is neither good nor evil, but in the later writings he is often counted amoung the fallen angels.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11322935-113505638540175784?l=thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/feeds/113505638540175784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11322935&amp;postID=113505638540175784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/113505638540175784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/113505638540175784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/2005/12/origin-of-samael.html' title='The Origin of Samael'/><author><name>Samael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397384807628386974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11322935.post-113488352508742108</id><published>2005-12-17T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T21:25:25.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miracle</title><content type='html'>My Grandma is actually doing better. It's like a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my Windows 95 computer upand running now! But the sound doesn't work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been really sad and lonely today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samael&lt;br /&gt;Eventually it will be the last time without&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11322935-113488352508742108?l=thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/feeds/113488352508742108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11322935&amp;postID=113488352508742108' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/113488352508742108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/113488352508742108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/2005/12/miracle.html' title='Miracle'/><author><name>Samael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397384807628386974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11322935.post-113423822981895537</id><published>2005-12-10T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T10:10:29.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sad</title><content type='html'>Grandma B has gotten worse...she's on a ventilator, she told us before that she didn't want to be on a ventilator...she'll be with Grandpa B soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11322935-113423822981895537?l=thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/feeds/113423822981895537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11322935&amp;postID=113423822981895537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/113423822981895537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/113423822981895537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-sad.html' title='I&apos;m sad'/><author><name>Samael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397384807628386974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11322935.post-113418539796824767</id><published>2005-12-09T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T19:29:57.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some more stuff</title><content type='html'>I spent some of my birthday money today (well, most of it). I got a Sony Handycam, 256mb memory stick and 40 gig hard drive for my "non functioning" windows 95 computer. The camera is great, gonna need to get a dv tape or two though. It has a remote which is pretty cool. Apparently, the hard drive wasn't my only problem in getting my windows computer to work. I think trying to use an Update disk with a boot disk isn't going to work. So now I'm gonna try to get a full version of 95. This 95 computer is more trouble to get working then I thought/wanted it to be. I think it will work if I can get a normal/full/non-upgrade version of 95. My only concern after that would be usb compatibility, but I may not even "need" that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Grandma B isn't doing real well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samael&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope it all works out in the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11322935-113418539796824767?l=thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/feeds/113418539796824767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11322935&amp;postID=113418539796824767' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/113418539796824767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/113418539796824767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/2005/12/some-more-stuff.html' title='Some more stuff'/><author><name>Samael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397384807628386974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11322935.post-113358703494340963</id><published>2005-12-02T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T21:35:11.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And now with pictures!</title><content type='html'>My newest acquisitions, minus a couple of videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img204.imageshack.us/my.php?image=1202051n3ri.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img204.imageshack.us/img204/9971/1202051n3ri.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;www.ImageShack.us&lt;/a&gt;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MK 3 actually contains Ultimate MK3 and one of the Street Fighters is actually Spider-Man/X-Men: Arcades Revenge. UMK3 and SF2: SCE are ridiculiously hard in arcade mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img205.imageshack.us/my.php?image=1202052n2ix.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img205.imageshack.us/img205/7512/1202052n2ix.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;www.ImageShack.us&lt;/a&gt;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally! Another Exo Squad tape. It's not in the best condition, but it is the first copy of Betrayal I've seen for sale in three years. COA is a retailers/renters demo tape. Zentrope is a press screener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img205.imageshack.us/my.php?image=1202053n9cg.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img205.imageshack.us/img205/5069/1202053n9cg.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;www.ImageShack.us&lt;/a&gt;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuzion Frenzy is a lot of fun. I first played it over at Devin and Kristie's place and liked it so much that I bought it. Plus, I got it for $5, so thats a plus. I got the Holiday demo free from Sony. Picked up the other various demos from e-bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img205.imageshack.us/my.php?image=1202054n1fj.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img205.imageshack.us/img205/5466/1202054n1fj.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;www.ImageShack.us&lt;/a&gt;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xbox Live public beta memory card and case (with headsets inside). Four Xbox silver disks, three PAL one NTSC. The one I can play is a lot of fun. All from e-bay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11322935-113358703494340963?l=thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/feeds/113358703494340963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11322935&amp;postID=113358703494340963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/113358703494340963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/113358703494340963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/2005/12/and-now-with-pictures.html' title='And now with pictures!'/><author><name>Samael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397384807628386974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11322935.post-113351305771692691</id><published>2005-12-01T23:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T04:34:39.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When is it that you realize you've grown up?</title><content type='html'>I promised you all a long post, and here it is, sans pictures (you'll get those later):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is it that you realize that you’ve grown up? What point is it exactly? I’m trying to come to grips with being a year older in a strange city I’ve barely explored, going for 50 hours a week to a mindless job that I believe I hate more than anything else I have ever experienced in this world, and doing all this living on my own that I have to do now. I have been trying to come to grips with all this shit that is and isn’t happening to me and with me. The writing I’m not doing, the living I’m not doing. The risks I’m not taking. The sad inevitable end that we all meet one day, the one that scares me down to the soul I don’t always know that I have. I’m trying my best to come to grips with all of these things, and I’m doing it alone. I don’t want to be alone anymore. I prefer it when my life moves forward, and right now I feel like I’m standing still, waiting for my life to start up again. Like I’m stuck, and I want to get out, and I have an idea of how to get going again, but fear keeps me standing still. And I’m tired of being tired. I’m sick of being too tired to make my life better, but I can’t seem to get the energy up to do it. And now I’m tired of talking in circles around the things that are bothering me instead of just saying them out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m tired of being too tired out from work to write and too tired out to look for a new job. I despise my position in retail. I despise the work I do. I despise the fact that I don’t get any recognition for the good work I do at a job that I can’t stand. I hate myself for caring about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m tired of setting myself up to fail with friends. I can’t stand it when I say "I don’t know..." or "Let me think about it..." when I want to say yes. I get so caught up in being alone, so caught up in the very loneliness itself that not only do I not do much of anything to get out of it, I actually force myself to stay in it instead of spending time with people I like spending time with. And I’m tired of doing this in front of myself as I’m telling myself to stop it. I need to stop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to stop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sick of the fear that gets to me when ever I think of someone who might, and I just mean might, be able to get me out of the specific kind of loneliness that I am suffering from. And the thing is I’ve even tried recently. Just like a month or so ago I asked out this girl, or woman, it is hard making that transition now that I am a man and not a boy. I asked out this wonderful woman, and we had a great time. And we talked a lot on the phone about life and about us having another great time again soon. Soon never came. And that was okay. That was alright. I was disappointed, but I didn’t get wrapped up in it. I felt good. I had opened myself up again, and even though it didn’t work out, I had opened myself up again. But the fear keeps me standing still here as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in the past few months I’ve opened my heart again, pushed away friends, tried to pull them back, lost a little at something like love, stopped writing, tried to start, not looked for a new job, been waiting for at least an interview, spent more money than I should have and can’t seem to figure what I really gained in return (besides DVDs), realized that there are few times that you gain something in return for money, written a new poem (the first in a very long time), felt inspired, felt uninspired, stayed up later than I should have, slept less than I wanted to, eaten more bad things and less good things than I should have, worked hard, slacked off, turned twenty-three, wondered where the years went, wondered where the years are going, felt passionate, felt drained, smiled larger and more often than I had in a long time, cried once or twice, drank a little too much a couple of times, celebrated by myself, celebrated myself, wished, wondered why I don’t have more passion right now, dreamed of Texas, dreamed of Redlands, doubt myself, been more confident in me than ever before, prattled on for way too long, been lost in someone’s eyes, wanted a cat, bought an old book, wasted time, sat in a movie theater, didn’t eat turkey, had to tell people that I have been single for a while, talked with my Dad, made a list that was probably way too long saying more things and less things than anyone reading it will ever know with out asking me about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I’ve done quite a few things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Just so you know, I am happy, just a little lonely.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samael&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm writing words someone else has alreay written.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11322935-113351305771692691?l=thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/feeds/113351305771692691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11322935&amp;postID=113351305771692691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/113351305771692691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/113351305771692691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/2005/12/when-is-it-that-you-realize-youve.html' title='When is it that you realize you&apos;ve grown up?'/><author><name>Samael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397384807628386974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11322935.post-113255241458092101</id><published>2005-11-20T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T21:53:34.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I keep buying shit...</title><content type='html'>So, all kinds of stuff has happened, and as stated above, I keep buying shit. Which is both good and bad. Seriously though, I will give a major update soon. I'll even include photos and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samael&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11322935-113255241458092101?l=thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/feeds/113255241458092101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11322935&amp;postID=113255241458092101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/113255241458092101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/113255241458092101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-keep-buying-shit.html' title='I keep buying shit...'/><author><name>Samael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397384807628386974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11322935.post-112797546261047651</id><published>2005-09-28T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T23:31:13.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not really an update...</title><content type='html'>But I swear that I'll put up a great, probably long, update soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reaching 300 hits (295 last I checked).&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samael&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11322935-112797546261047651?l=thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/feeds/112797546261047651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11322935&amp;postID=112797546261047651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/112797546261047651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/112797546261047651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/2005/09/not-really-update.html' title='Not really an update...'/><author><name>Samael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397384807628386974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11322935.post-112649719096845782</id><published>2005-09-11T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T20:53:10.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments</title><content type='html'>I switched the word verification setting to on to stop anymore of those spam comments from getting posted. So, sorry for the inconvenience, but I didn't much care for the fake comments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11322935-112649719096845782?l=thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/feeds/112649719096845782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11322935&amp;postID=112649719096845782' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/112649719096845782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/112649719096845782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/2005/09/comments.html' title='Comments'/><author><name>Samael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397384807628386974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11322935.post-112649660685317481</id><published>2005-09-11T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T20:46:35.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Couch</title><content type='html'>I bought a &lt;a href="http://www3.jcpenney.com/jcp/ProductsHOM.aspx?DeptID=25438&amp;CatID=26011&amp;amp;CatTyp=DEP&amp;ItemTyp=G&amp;amp;GrpTyp=ENS&amp;ItemID=0c4d40b&amp;amp;ProdSeq=9&amp;Cat=sofas-loveseats&amp;amp;Dep=Home+Furnishings&amp;PCat=Sofas+%26+Chairs&amp;amp;PCatID=26010&amp;RefPage=ProductList&amp;amp;Sale=&amp;ProdCount=16&amp;amp;RecPtr=&amp;ShowMenu=&amp;amp;TTYP=&amp;ShopBy=0&amp;amp;RefPageName=WindowSolutionHOM%252Easpx&amp;RefCatID=26010&amp;amp;RefDeptID=25438"&gt;loveseat&lt;/a&gt; today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11322935-112649660685317481?l=thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/feeds/112649660685317481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11322935&amp;postID=112649660685317481' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/112649660685317481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/112649660685317481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/2005/09/couch.html' title='Couch'/><author><name>Samael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397384807628386974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11322935.post-112624472172879069</id><published>2005-09-08T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T22:45:21.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Good...</title><content type='html'>I'm moving on,&lt;br /&gt;Moving along,&lt;br /&gt;Going forward,&lt;br /&gt;And feeling good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11322935-112624472172879069?l=thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/feeds/112624472172879069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11322935&amp;postID=112624472172879069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/112624472172879069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/112624472172879069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/2005/09/feeling-good.html' title='Feeling Good...'/><author><name>Samael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397384807628386974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11322935.post-112621099563205412</id><published>2005-09-08T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T13:23:15.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Aquisitions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img255.imageshack.us/my.php?image=goodwill0908053mm.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img255.imageshack.us/img255/9922/goodwill0908053mm.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11322935-112621099563205412?l=thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11322935.post-112614745905086221</id><published>2005-09-07T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T19:44:19.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A So-So Kind of Day</title><content type='html'>I talked with my ex today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm surprised at how cold and mean she is now.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I never really knew her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is time to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samael&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On ward and upward, toward greater glory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11322935-112614745905086221?l=thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/feeds/112614745905086221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11322935&amp;postID=112614745905086221' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/112614745905086221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/112614745905086221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/2005/09/so-so-kind-of-day.html' title='A So-So Kind of Day'/><author><name>Samael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397384807628386974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11322935.post-112554131161593424</id><published>2005-08-31T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T19:22:28.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Xbox</title><content type='html'>If you asked me four years ago, I'd tell you that you would never hear me utter these words. I bought an Xbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought an Xbox last week and I love it. It is simply amazing. I basically only play Knights of the Old Republic at this point, but it is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samael&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hagging in there. The best that I can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11322935-112554131161593424?l=thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/feeds/112554131161593424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11322935&amp;postID=112554131161593424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/112554131161593424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/112554131161593424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/2005/08/xbox.html' title='Xbox'/><author><name>Samael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397384807628386974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11322935.post-112337951394850612</id><published>2005-08-06T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T18:51:53.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff</title><content type='html'>Here is some stuff I picked up today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img223.imageshack.us/my.php?image=goodwill0806052smaller1rg.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img223.imageshack.us/img223/5438/goodwill0806052smaller1rg.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11322935-112337951394850612?l=thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/feeds/112337951394850612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11322935&amp;postID=112337951394850612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/112337951394850612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/112337951394850612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/2005/08/stuff.html' title='Stuff'/><author><name>Samael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397384807628386974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11322935.post-112331198080638561</id><published>2005-08-06T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T00:06:20.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Return</title><content type='html'>Jeph Loeb and Joe "Mad" Madureira have returned to Marvel Comics!&lt;br /&gt;This makes me very happy! (Well, besides all the aforementioned sadness.)&lt;br /&gt;I am going to make certain to pick up their book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samael&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11322935-112331198080638561?l=thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/feeds/112331198080638561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11322935&amp;postID=112331198080638561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/112331198080638561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/112331198080638561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/2005/08/return.html' title='The Return'/><author><name>Samael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397384807628386974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11322935.post-112331145699205328</id><published>2005-08-05T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T23:57:36.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New purchases</title><content type='html'>Today I got Batman Vegengence (GC), Mortal Kombat: Deadly Alliance (GC) The Best of Beakman's World, Little Black Book, and The Forsaken.&lt;br /&gt;Plus the new PSM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm enjoying X-Men: Legends right now, but I have not gotten far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11322935-112331145699205328?l=thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/feeds/112331145699205328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11322935&amp;postID=112331145699205328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/112331145699205328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/112331145699205328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/2005/08/new-purchases.html' title='New purchases'/><author><name>Samael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397384807628386974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11322935.post-112331122201351204</id><published>2005-08-05T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T23:53:42.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This really sucks..</title><content type='html'>My girlfriend broke up with me last night over the phone. For the most part, it was out of the blue, but I guess she has been thinking about it for awhile. We had been dating for twenty-two months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hurt, sad, angry, hurt, and confused...and angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samael&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11322935-112331122201351204?l=thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/feeds/112331122201351204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11322935&amp;postID=112331122201351204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/112331122201351204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/112331122201351204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/2005/08/this-really-sucks.html' title='This really sucks..'/><author><name>Samael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397384807628386974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11322935.post-112019395931805326</id><published>2005-06-30T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T22:01:44.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Place</title><content type='html'>I'm in my new apartment now, not unpacked, but moved in.&lt;br /&gt;I was without the internet from the day I moved until this past Monday. It was an odd experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I feel odd for saying that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new place is nice, and bigger.&lt;br /&gt;Moving was rough and took more time, and more out of &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;, than I thought it would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been enjoying my new boxsets (Scrubs: Season One, That 70's Show Seasons One and Two, and Unsolved Mysteries: Ghosts) and I finally saw Troy. I thought it was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer have cable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been watching lots of DVDs and VHS, which explains my many recent purchases of DVDs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also picked up Memphis Belle, Saved, and Van Helsing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a fairly broken way of speaking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've slowed down a bit with Animal Crossing, but I'm still enjoying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No links today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samael&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11322935-112019395931805326?l=thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/feeds/112019395931805326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11322935&amp;postID=112019395931805326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/112019395931805326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/112019395931805326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/2005/06/new-place.html' title='New Place'/><author><name>Samael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397384807628386974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11322935.post-111839072273148189</id><published>2005-06-09T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T01:12:06.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyond Chaos</title><content type='html'>I really miss &lt;a href="http://www.stwing.upenn.edu/~pdanner/resolute2.shtml"&gt;Exosquad&lt;/a&gt;. I wish &lt;a href="http://www.universalstudios.com/index.php"&gt;Universal&lt;/a&gt; would release a DVD box set of the entire series. The fact that the &lt;a href="http://psc.disney.go.com/abcnetworks/toondisney/shows/ducktales/index.html"&gt;companies&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.warnerbros.com"&gt;that&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.universalstudios.com/index.php"&gt;made&lt;/a&gt; the cartoons of my youth have yet to put them out on DVD does not make much sense. Yes, &lt;a href="http://video.barnesandnoble.com/search/product.asp?ean=786936255980&amp;userid=wK45ms7Bnh&amp;amp;frm=0&amp;itm=2"&gt;Gargoyles&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://video.barnesandnoble.com/search/results.asp?quickSearchType=TTL&amp;amp;quickSearchText=bobby%27s+world&amp;FRM=0&amp;amp;userid=ZYw1eUHij9"&gt;Bobby's World&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/stores/series/-/89689/dvd/ref=pd_serl_dvd/002-7610426-6773633"&gt;Batman: TAS&lt;/a&gt; are the exceptions, but Batman is the only one that has seen a release of the entire series. Wait, I just remembered that &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B0007US7CQ/ref=pd_sbs_d_2/002-7610426-6773633?v=glance&amp;s=dvd"&gt;Fantastic Four&lt;/a&gt; is coming out next month in a complete series box set, so at least we have two and a half.&lt;br /&gt;Exosquad needs to come out as a complete series boxset with lots of special features on the creation of the series, the legal battle, toy commercials, etc. I'd buy it the day of release.&lt;br /&gt;Back to the other series though, while I am incredibly happy that Gargoyles Season One was released, I don't understand how it came out before Ducktales.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm just saying that it makes a lot of sense for &lt;a href="http://www.disney.com"&gt;the&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.universalstudios.com/index.php"&gt;companies&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.warnerbros.com"&gt;involved&lt;/a&gt; to finally release these classic gems of our (my) childhood on DVD so that we (I) can enjoy them once again. I know a bunch of them are on &lt;a href="http://psc.disney.go.com/abcnetworks/toondisney/index.html"&gt;Toon Disney&lt;/a&gt;, but I want to be able to watch them whenever I want and in a marathon if I so wish. Yes, I'm demanding.&lt;br /&gt;To be more explicit, I am speaking of Exosquad, &lt;a href="http://psc.disney.go.com/abcnetworks/toondisney/shows/ducktales/index.html"&gt;Ducktales&lt;/a&gt;, Darkwing Duck, Goof Troop, &lt;a href="http://psc.disney.go.com/abcnetworks/toondisney/shows/bonkers/index.html"&gt;Bonkers&lt;/a&gt;, Rescue Rangers, &lt;a href="http://psc.disney.go.com/abcnetworks/toondisney/shows/talespin/index.html"&gt;Tale Spin&lt;/a&gt;, the New Pink Panther, Quack Pack, New Adventures of Johnny Quest, The Tick, &lt;a href="http://psc.disney.go.com/abcnetworks/toondisney/shows/timon_pumbaa/index.html"&gt;Timon &amp;amp; Pumpaa&lt;/a&gt;, Spider-Man (complete series, not the random single DVDs), &lt;a href="http://www.pazsaz.com/xmen.html"&gt;X-Men&lt;/a&gt;, Iron Man, Hulk, &lt;a href="http://www.samandmax.net/"&gt;Sam &amp;amp; Max&lt;/a&gt;, Dog City, &lt;a href="http://eekthecat.8m.com/"&gt;Eek the Cat (and its subsidiaries)&lt;/a&gt;, Freakazoid, &lt;a href="http://psc.disney.go.com/abcnetworks/toondisney/shows/aladdin/index.html"&gt;Aladdin&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://psc.disney.go.com/abcnetworks/toondisney/shows/winnie_pooh/index.html"&gt; The New Adventures of Winnie the Pooh&lt;/a&gt;, Bump in the Night, Wuzzles, Gummi Bears, Reboot (I think it is released, nut I think it is scattered, I want a collection) Bobby's World (the rest of it), and Gargoyles (Second Season and Goliath Chronicles). There was also an alien protectors/fighters show that I liked that was on UPN, but I can't remember the name.&lt;br /&gt;I think that is it.&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I am demanding.&lt;br /&gt;But it shouldn't be that hard because, technically, &lt;a href="http://psc.disney.go.com/abcnetworks/toondisney/shows/ducktales/index.html"&gt;one company&lt;/a&gt; holds the rights to most of these shows.&lt;br /&gt;On a related note, I finally heard back from Amazon Canada that they have given up trying to find Exosquad: Abandoned/The Brood, it was nice of them to look for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up an issue of &lt;a href="http://www.nintendopower.com"&gt;Nintendo Power&lt;/a&gt; a couple days ago, I never knew how much I missed having a subscription to it until then. I'll be rectifying that shortly. I've also picked up a couple of &lt;a href="http://www.psmonline.com/"&gt;PSM&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://opm.1up.com/"&gt;OPM&lt;/a&gt; issues again. I don't have a PS2, yet (yes, I know it's getting replaced "soon"), but I used to read them back when they were about the original PS. I remember reading their first couple issues. It was kind of funny actually, because both magazines are having small reflectives since they are nearing their one hundredth issues, and the older issues they are referring to are the only ones I read. I'm going to be looking into subscribing to them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a new apartment (in Mountain View) and will be moving next week. I'll let you know how the move went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samael&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11322935-111839072273148189?l=thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/feeds/111839072273148189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11322935&amp;postID=111839072273148189' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/111839072273148189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/111839072273148189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/2005/06/beyond-chaos.html' title='Beyond Chaos'/><author><name>Samael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397384807628386974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11322935.post-111587715961778689</id><published>2005-05-11T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T22:52:39.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>Let me know what you think of the new look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samael&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11322935-111587715961778689?l=thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/feeds/111587715961778689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11322935&amp;postID=111587715961778689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/111587715961778689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/111587715961778689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/2005/05/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>Samael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397384807628386974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11322935.post-111587365244976555</id><published>2005-05-11T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T21:54:12.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[Insert Snappy Title Here]</title><content type='html'>Yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have the largest house I can get in &lt;a href="http://www.animal-crossing.com"&gt;AC&lt;/a&gt; now, with a little help from &lt;a href="http://www.gamefaqs.com/"&gt;GameFAQs&lt;/a&gt; and the folks at Project Hyrule, who apparently no longer exist. Still a ways away from &lt;em&gt;finishing&lt;/em&gt; the game, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't played Seaman since around the time of my last post, so I'm assuming the two fish creatures are now dead. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been appyling for new jobs, the latest round of resumes were shot off to some local video game companies. I also just, like two minutes ago, sent in a submission to &lt;a href="http://www.glimmertrain.com/"&gt;Glimmer Train&lt;/a&gt;. Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd very much like to turn this into a larger, better, actual website one day, hopefully sooner rather than later, but that would also take more readers. I've had a number of hits, but I don't kn ow how many of them are me...wait, that sounds bad...I mean, I don't know how many are people that just randomly found the sight, or how many come back.&lt;br /&gt;It would be nice to get more visitors...I guess I got to find a way to become more interesting and to get more exposure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later,&lt;br /&gt;Samael&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11322935-111587365244976555?l=thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/feeds/111587365244976555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11322935&amp;postID=111587365244976555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/111587365244976555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/111587365244976555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/2005/05/insert-snappy-title-here.html' title='[Insert Snappy Title Here]'/><author><name>Samael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397384807628386974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11322935.post-111474121779558937</id><published>2005-04-28T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T19:20:17.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now you know...</title><content type='html'>I guess I haven't been that good at updating regularly...sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought &lt;a href="http://www.nintendo.com/gamemini?gameid=m-Game-0000-646"&gt;Animal Crossing&lt;/a&gt; last Saturday at &lt;a href="http://www.target.com"&gt;Target&lt;/a&gt; for just under $17. I've already paid off my house and am now trying to pay off the first expansion, which I hope I can do soon, as I need the space I will get when I get the basement.  I started a second town on my extra card and have been using it as an extra resource. I set the time on the second game ahead to august so I could acquire items I wouldn't be able to get in april. Things are going well so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught three Coelacanths last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been paying &lt;a href="http://www.gamecritics.com/review/seaman/main.php"&gt;Seaman&lt;/a&gt;...only need to play in spurts, which is nice. I just hope I can get further than last time I played this game. My Seaman died before he could get out of the tank. I think I had gotten close to the end, but he died, so I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now, more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samael&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And knowing is half the battle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11322935-111474121779558937?l=thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/feeds/111474121779558937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11322935&amp;postID=111474121779558937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/111474121779558937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/111474121779558937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/2005/04/now-you-know.html' title='Now you know...'/><author><name>Samael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397384807628386974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11322935.post-111353379498038553</id><published>2005-04-14T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T19:56:34.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I know this sounds crazy</title><content type='html'>But, I swear I saw a van, it was pretty much new, that had a mercedes symbol on it's gril/hood, but it said dodge on the back door. I forgot the name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samael&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11322935-111353379498038553?l=thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/feeds/111353379498038553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11322935&amp;postID=111353379498038553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/111353379498038553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/111353379498038553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-know-this-sounds-crazy.html' title='I know this sounds crazy'/><author><name>Samael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397384807628386974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11322935.post-111345346102303268</id><published>2005-04-13T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T21:38:17.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought I was gone, didn't you.</title><content type='html'>Well I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;It has been quite a while, I don't really have a good reason why...just busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've started working on my writing again. I'm trying to finish one of my stories within the next few days or so. Then I'll copyright it and send it out to some literary journals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got an idea for a company I'd like to start. Need to do more research and to write a business plan, which is a little difficult because it is an area in which I do not have any &lt;em&gt;professional&lt;/em&gt; experience and the financial aspect is hard to nail down. Hopefully, my brothers will decide to help me, they are both artists, but I still need a couple of programmers. I don't actually know any programmers, which will make things tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More on that to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been good, work has been hard, my legs have been sore.&lt;br /&gt;samael&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11322935-111345346102303268?l=thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/feeds/111345346102303268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11322935&amp;postID=111345346102303268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/111345346102303268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/111345346102303268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/2005/04/thought-i-was-gone-didnt-you.html' title='Thought I was gone, didn&apos;t you.'/><author><name>Samael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397384807628386974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11322935.post-111164205273801845</id><published>2005-03-23T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T21:27:32.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Crap</title><content type='html'>Wow...Mountain View is expensive...&lt;br /&gt;CM (my girlfriend) and I we're looking at apartments yesturday, and damn, the rent in MV is high.  We're going to have to start looking in Cupertino now, as the rent seems more reasonable, plus there is rent control in some areas. It isn't as close to Palo Alto as CM wanted, but it is a lot closer than San Jose...It looks like I might be able to get a larger place for just a wee bit more, so that's good too.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to look into/figure out how to start adding photos to this sight as well...Soon...&lt;br /&gt;Running out of things to say,&lt;br /&gt;Till next time,&lt;br /&gt;Samael&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11322935-111164205273801845?l=thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/feeds/111164205273801845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11322935&amp;postID=111164205273801845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/111164205273801845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/111164205273801845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/2005/03/holy-crap.html' title='Holy Crap'/><author><name>Samael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397384807628386974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11322935.post-111139044806661783</id><published>2005-03-20T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T23:34:08.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucas is Senile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/news/wenn/2005-03-21/"&gt;What the hell!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11322935-111139044806661783?l=thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/feeds/111139044806661783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11322935&amp;postID=111139044806661783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/111139044806661783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/111139044806661783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/2005/03/lucas-is-senile.html' title='Lucas is Senile'/><author><name>Samael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397384807628386974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11322935.post-111139016761657010</id><published>2005-03-20T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T23:29:27.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back</title><content type='html'>H&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It's been a few days, but I'm back. Work got stressful for those last few days before my day off (I worked eight days in a row), and then I just enjoyed my two non consecutive days off. I've been playing &lt;a href="http://www.mobygames.com/game/sheet/gameId=1461"&gt;Desert Strike&lt;/a&gt; (random link) and &lt;a href="http://www.zelda.com/universe/"&gt;Legend of Zelda: TOOT Master Quest&lt;/a&gt;. Desert Strike is pretty hard, and now that I really remember playing it, I don't remember me and my brother getting that far. I talked with him about it, and he couldn't remember us getting that far either. I just payed off one of my two credit cards (woot), and I'm going to pay off the other next month. I'm pretty excited about that. I'm going to start looking for a new place to live on Tuesday, got to move a little further up the pennisula in june, so I need to at least &lt;em&gt;start&lt;/em&gt; looking for a new place. We're also going to be looking at the bookstores on Castro St. in Mountain View (the city I hope to be living in in a few months). Well, that's it for now, more later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Samael&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11322935-111139016761657010?l=thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/feeds/111139016761657010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11322935&amp;postID=111139016761657010' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/111139016761657010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/111139016761657010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/2005/03/back.html' title='Back'/><author><name>Samael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397384807628386974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11322935.post-111069623311886650</id><published>2005-03-12T22:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T22:52:26.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>Sorry, I'm tired, and this is the third (plus!) time I'm writing this, no real post today. Please read yesturday's post and I'd really appreciate some feedback and suggestions on the site.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;Samael&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11322935-111069623311886650?l=thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/feeds/111069623311886650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11322935&amp;postID=111069623311886650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/111069623311886650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/111069623311886650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/2005/03/tired_111069623311886650.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Samael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397384807628386974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11322935.post-111061318196828215</id><published>2005-03-11T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T23:39:41.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Day and Night</title><content type='html'>Another long day at work...&lt;br /&gt;I've spent most of my recent nights reading through the &lt;a href="http://www.assemblergames.com/"&gt;ASSEMblergames&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://assemblergames.com/forums/index.php?"&gt;message boards&lt;/a&gt;, I really want to start collecting prototype/development video game stuff. I stumbled upon this site this past Monday or Tuesday when I was looking for info on the &lt;a href="http://assembler.roarvgm.com/Panasonic_m2/panasonic_m2.html"&gt;3DO M2&lt;/a&gt;. Its a great site, lots of information, and nice, helpful people. I've also spent a lot of time on &lt;a href="http://www.ebay.com"&gt;e-Bay&lt;/a&gt; looking for said video game hardware and software. Not a lot there right now, and nothing that I can &lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&amp;category=62054&amp;amp;item=8174560864&amp;rd=1&amp;amp;ssPageName=WDVW"&gt;both&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&amp;category=187&amp;amp;item=8175868184&amp;rd=1&amp;amp;ssPageName=WDVW"&gt;afford&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&amp;category=41017&amp;amp;item=8176317822&amp;rd=1&amp;amp;ssPageName=WDVW"&gt;substantiate&lt;/a&gt;. Oh well...Maybe in a few months...Maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;I have also, as always, been on the look out for &lt;a href="http://www.stwing.upenn.edu/~pdanner/resolute2.shtml"&gt;ExoSquad&lt;/a&gt; stuff. Besides the toys, and an un-opened copy of the &lt;a href="http://www.sega.com"&gt;Genesis&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B00002SVJX/104-1837246-4187125?v=glance"&gt;game&lt;/a&gt;, I have been trying to track down the final two video cassettes of the first season that were &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/6303204112/qid=1110611760/sr=8-8/ref=sr_8_xs_ap_i5_xgl27/104-1837246-4187125?v=glance&amp;s=video&amp;amp;n=507846"&gt;commercially&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/offer-listing/6303204120/ref=dp_pb_a/gp/product/offer-listing/6303204120/ref=dp_pb_a/104-1837246-4187125?condition=all"&gt;released&lt;/a&gt;. Un-opened of course, which makes it even harder. No one seems to have them. I ordered Abandoned from &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com"&gt;Amazon&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.ca"&gt;Canada&lt;/a&gt; in January, but they keep pushing it back. I didn't think they would actually be able to get it for me, but I also figured they would have told me so by now. Maybe they'll come through...&lt;br /&gt;I have had a few visitors so far, but no comments. Please feel free to leave me some feedback on the site, I'd like to hear your thoughts. I know its not much yet, but I'm working on it.&lt;br /&gt;I do have one question for you...What do you think of all the links in my posts? To many? Or are they ok?&lt;br /&gt;Thanks...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11322935-111061318196828215?l=thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/feeds/111061318196828215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11322935&amp;postID=111061318196828215' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/111061318196828215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/111061318196828215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-day-and-night.html' title='My Day and Night'/><author><name>Samael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397384807628386974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11322935.post-111052001097061710</id><published>2005-03-10T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T21:46:50.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&amp;cid=1540&amp;amp;e=10&amp;amp;u=/afp/portugalenvironmentlynx"&gt;Sad&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11322935-111052001097061710?l=thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/feeds/111052001097061710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11322935&amp;postID=111052001097061710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/111052001097061710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/111052001097061710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/2005/03/sad.html' title='Sad'/><author><name>Samael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397384807628386974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11322935.post-111051964709423475</id><published>2005-03-10T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T21:40:47.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Star</title><content type='html'>Well it's thursday, meaning I have six more days of work until I get to sit on the couch all day watching tv again. Reading my copy of &lt;a href="http://www.wizarduniverse.com"&gt;Wizard&lt;/a&gt; today, I became really excited about &lt;a href="http://www.dccomics.com"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All Star Superman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;I haven't been excited about DC in a long time, but now with the All Star books and &lt;em&gt;Identity Crisis&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Green Lanturn&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;em&gt; Rebirth&lt;/em&gt; (both of which I missed and will now need to pick up the back issues and/or TPBs), I really can't wait to get my hands on some DC comics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get more sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11322935-111051964709423475?l=thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/feeds/111051964709423475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11322935&amp;postID=111051964709423475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/111051964709423475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/111051964709423475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/2005/03/all-star.html' title='All Star'/><author><name>Samael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397384807628386974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11322935.post-111043447436193649</id><published>2005-03-09T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T22:01:14.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desert Strike</title><content type='html'>I love my new game. Brings back great memories of me and my brother renting and playing the "Strike" games. Sometimes I think I get more fun out of the older systems, of course I also own more of the older systems than the new, and have more games for them...that could be a reason too.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna keep a look out for more deals like this one...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11322935-111043447436193649?l=thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/feeds/111043447436193649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11322935&amp;postID=111043447436193649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/111043447436193649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/111043447436193649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/2005/03/desert-strike.html' title='Desert Strike'/><author><name>Samael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397384807628386974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11322935.post-111041836408623768</id><published>2005-03-09T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T17:32:44.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jury Duty</title><content type='html'>I had jury duty today. Wasn't much fun sitting in a room for three and a half hours doing nothing...But they did let me go at four, and I don't have to go back. I didn't actually have to go anywhere or do anything, just had to wait. So that was nice. Plus, I had enough time to get to the Post Office before it closed. So, I got my stuff! I'm gonna go play Desert Strike...or sleep...I don't know which yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11322935-111041836408623768?l=thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/feeds/111041836408623768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11322935&amp;postID=111041836408623768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/111041836408623768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/111041836408623768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/2005/03/jury-duty.html' title='Jury Duty'/><author><name>Samael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397384807628386974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11322935.post-111034429202219976</id><published>2005-03-08T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T20:58:12.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ergh!</title><content type='html'>So, I'm not to fond of the post office right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I won &lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&amp;rd=1&amp;amp;item=8173375578&amp;ssPageName=STRK:MEWN:IT"&gt;some&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&amp;amp;rd=1&amp;item=5959724155&amp;amp;ssPageName=STRK:MEWN:IT"&gt;stuff&lt;/a&gt; off of &lt;a href="http://www.e-bay.com"&gt;e-bay&lt;/a&gt; last week, and I was supposed to have received them today. I had the day off, and was in my apartment all day long. Yet some how, the post office claimed they weren't able to deliver my box. "Sorry we missed you.." How did they miss me, I was there the entire time. Now I have to wait till my girlfriend can pick it up for me on saturday, as I do not have another day off till next week thursday.  Why are all the package deluivery services around here so crapy? I can never seem to get my boxes in a timely fashion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11322935-111034429202219976?l=thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/feeds/111034429202219976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11322935&amp;postID=111034429202219976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/111034429202219976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/111034429202219976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/2005/03/ergh.html' title='Ergh!'/><author><name>Samael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397384807628386974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11322935.post-111033511086236158</id><published>2005-03-08T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T18:25:10.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lookin' Good</title><content type='html'>Ok, things are starting to look good...more work later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11322935-111033511086236158?l=thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/feeds/111033511086236158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11322935&amp;postID=111033511086236158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/111033511086236158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/111033511086236158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/2005/03/lookin-good.html' title='Lookin&apos; Good'/><author><name>Samael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397384807628386974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11322935.post-111032852370605934</id><published>2005-03-08T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T16:35:23.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hello,&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is a first for me, we'll see how this goes...&lt;br /&gt;Not certain what to say, I just wanna see something on the site.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11322935-111032852370605934?l=thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/feeds/111032852370605934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11322935&amp;postID=111032852370605934' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/111032852370605934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11322935/posts/default/111032852370605934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetalesofthesamael.blogspot.com/2005/03/hello.html' title='Hello!'/><author><name>Samael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00397384807628386974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
