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  <title>eat it.</title>
  <subtitle>Ian</subtitle>
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    <name>Ian</name>
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  <updated>2009-04-17T17:19:45Z</updated>
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    <title>cloud8 @ 2009-04-17T13:16:00</title>
    <published>2009-04-17T17:19:45Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-17T17:19:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">man, i'm definitely getting a business sense of wisdom&lt;br /&gt;as i grow older.&lt;br /&gt;i'm on a big conference call with legal&lt;br /&gt;about our credit card application,&lt;br /&gt;and for some reason i had the urge to press the mute button on my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly and uncontrollably, &lt;br /&gt;a large foul belch erupted from me,&lt;br /&gt;but no one heard how awesome it was but me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, i'm awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go flyers.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cloud8:658242</id>
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    <title>I got rekids!!</title>
    <published>2009-02-25T18:27:12Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-25T18:27:12Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Our Turn - Jailbreak | Powered by Last.fm</lj:music>
    <content type="html">My CT records finally came in the mail.&lt;br /&gt;Bout time...everyone else on the internet seems to have my record but me.&lt;br /&gt;So excited....had a frame ready for that bad boy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ianharrington.com/journal/CTFramed01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ianharrington.com/journal/CTFramed02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ianharrington.com/journal/CTFramed03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I need to buy a new needle so I can spin it.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cloud8:658171</id>
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    <title>cloud8 @ 2009-02-23T22:26:00</title>
    <published>2009-02-24T03:28:13Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-24T03:28:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Looks like I have a new reason to loathe the Rangers again.&lt;br /&gt;John Tortorella got named as the new head coach.&lt;br /&gt;Man, I hate that guy.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cloud8:657714</id>
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    <title>cloud8 @ 2009-02-22T15:06:00</title>
    <published>2009-02-22T20:10:09Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-22T20:17:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I forgot how much I've been enjoying the public banning of smoking everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;Here in NY, I don't have many friends that smoke,&lt;br /&gt;but last night we went to a party where everyone was smoking.&lt;br /&gt;It never used to bother me in Philly,&lt;br /&gt;as all of my friends smoked and I was used to it,&lt;br /&gt;but boy did it get me last night.&lt;br /&gt;I was choking all night,&lt;br /&gt;and today my &lt;i&gt;eyes&lt;/i&gt; smell like smoke.&lt;br /&gt;How do you do that?&lt;br /&gt;I feel hungover, though I don't drink.&lt;br /&gt;I mean...to each their own; this isn't a judgement,&lt;br /&gt;but boy howdy that part of it wasn't fun.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cloud8:657278</id>
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    <title>cloud8 @ 2009-02-18T10:15:00</title>
    <published>2009-02-18T15:28:33Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-18T19:28:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I really ought to update this thing,&lt;br /&gt;because my life has changed pretty drastically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's cover the quick basics so I can finish my thought&lt;br /&gt;and make a slight, &lt;br /&gt;my intended reason for this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley's going to grad school at Syracuse University&lt;br /&gt;for Documentary Film and History.&lt;br /&gt;I work at home, still with National City Bank...&lt;br /&gt;well, until recently, when the bank was bought by PNC.&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was a clear cut case, and I'd be gone after the merger passed.&lt;br /&gt;I am not.&lt;br /&gt;Still here, and likely am not going to be cut&lt;br /&gt;until way after Ashley's program is over (May),&lt;br /&gt;and will I have time to find a job wherever we're going (likely NYC)&lt;br /&gt;while still employed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been bored without work for almost 2 months&lt;br /&gt;(got a Wii to pass the time...Lego Star Wars Saga rules),&lt;br /&gt;until today,&lt;br /&gt;when PNC FINALLY got some work over to me to do.&lt;br /&gt;While I've been working on the PNC designs,&lt;br /&gt;I can't get the Imperial Theme out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;Is it Wii on the brain,&lt;br /&gt;or is my brain telling me something?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cloud8:657039</id>
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    <title>cloud8 @ 2008-11-24T10:57:00</title>
    <published>2008-11-24T15:58:58Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-24T15:58:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Some people don't like it when you confuse Styx and Toto.&lt;br /&gt;They just plain get angry.&lt;br /&gt;But you know?&lt;br /&gt;They're really not that different.</content>
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    <title>cloud8 @ 2008-11-05T00:32:00</title>
    <published>2008-11-05T05:35:02Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-05T05:35:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">the best part of all of this is reading that all of you&lt;br /&gt;are as excited as ashley and i are.&lt;br /&gt;it gives me even more hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh,&lt;br /&gt;and i'd like to confess that i watched the abc coverage&lt;br /&gt;mostly only because they had better graphics.&lt;br /&gt;being a nerd is fun when you have choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;congratulations, america.&lt;br /&gt;once again, i'm proud of you.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cloud8:656467</id>
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    <title>cloud8 @ 2008-11-04T14:34:00</title>
    <published>2008-11-04T19:40:55Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-04T19:40:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Voting was fun today. Not very far, not crowded, and the polling ladies were funny and nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving your icons, livejournal friends. I wanted to make one on my own, but "Hardcore punk drummers that are web designers and dress preppy and like to eat key lime pie for Obama" isn't easy to make readable in 100x100 pixels.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cloud8:656275</id>
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    <title>greatest sequel ever</title>
    <published>2008-10-26T01:36:33Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-26T01:36:33Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cloud8:655796</id>
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    <title>cloud8 @ 2008-10-24T11:00:00</title>
    <published>2008-10-24T15:04:58Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-24T15:04:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">How bad is my fantasy football team?&lt;br /&gt;Other guys have quarterbacks with Nike commercials or even Campbell's soup.&lt;br /&gt;I have David Garrard, whose only commercial&lt;br /&gt;is for information on Crohn's disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a winner.</content>
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    <title>cloud8 @ 2008-10-19T21:59:00</title>
    <published>2008-10-20T02:00:06Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-20T02:00:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">He's back, baby! WOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="12" /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cloud8:655107</id>
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    <title>cloud8 @ 2008-10-12T22:03:00</title>
    <published>2008-10-13T02:07:02Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-13T02:07:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">TBS has been playing "Head of State" a lot. I don't know what they're trying to say, but I'm pretty fucking sure I don't like it.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cloud8:654850</id>
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    <title>IT'S BETTER THAN THRILLER!!</title>
    <published>2008-07-28T23:58:48Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-28T23:58:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My friend Justin just posted this, the greatest thing my eyes have ever seen in my worthless life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="11" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH THE HUMANITY.</content>
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    <title>cloud8 @ 2008-06-06T10:41:00</title>
    <published>2008-06-06T14:42:58Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-06T14:42:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Happy 6-6-8, the neighbor of the beast.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cloud8:654330</id>
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    <title>haiku</title>
    <published>2008-05-02T14:00:31Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-02T14:02:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">in my cubicle,&lt;br /&gt;it smells like hamster bedding.&lt;br /&gt;hope it's not my crotch.</content>
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    <title>CT Friday night</title>
    <published>2008-04-20T17:19:06Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-20T17:22:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">"You may think there's no stage diving because there's no stage, but I've got a plan..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="10" /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cloud8:651878</id>
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    <title>cloud8 @ 2008-03-17T23:24:00</title>
    <published>2008-03-18T03:25:31Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-18T03:25:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i'm really not comfortable&lt;br /&gt;with burt from the hogan family&lt;br /&gt;forcing me to chew gum.</content>
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    <title>Haha...ok, I love HP and all, but this is hilarious.</title>
    <published>2008-03-04T23:25:09Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-04T23:25:09Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cloud8:649131</id>
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    <title>cloud8 @ 2008-01-23T14:31:00</title>
    <published>2008-01-23T19:36:24Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-23T19:46:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/video/#/video/bestoftv/2008/01/23/cooper.shot.tuesday.cnn"&gt;Sasquatch Seen On Mars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, this isn't from World News &lt;br /&gt;or even the Daily Show or the Onion. &lt;br /&gt;This is CNN. &lt;br /&gt;Anderson Cooper. &lt;br /&gt;WTF is this world coming to?&lt;br /&gt;We see rock formations on Mars&lt;br /&gt;and report them as Bigfoot?&lt;br /&gt;Could we possibly get ANY dumber?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and by the way,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photojournal.jpl.nasa.gov/jpeg/PIA10214.jpg"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; is the original,&lt;br /&gt;which makes it even funnier. it's a tiny rock,&lt;br /&gt;just a couple a feet away from the rover.&lt;br /&gt;freakin hilarious.</content>
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    <title>cloud8 @ 2008-01-23T00:01:00</title>
    <published>2008-01-23T05:05:34Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-23T19:23:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">oh, and as disappointed as some may be,&lt;br /&gt;i will NOT have a superbowl party this year.&lt;br /&gt;i love you all,&lt;br /&gt;but i refuse to put time, energy and money&lt;br /&gt;into watching the fucking giants&lt;br /&gt;versus the fucking patriots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only thing that could have been worse&lt;br /&gt;is if the fucking cowboys were going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screw you fa-vre.&lt;br /&gt;you were my last freakin hope.</content>
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    <title>cloud8 @ 2008-01-22T23:58:00</title>
    <published>2008-01-23T05:01:05Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-23T05:07:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i mean, it's sad and all,&lt;br /&gt;and be as pissed at me&lt;br /&gt;as you want for saying it,&lt;br /&gt;but i personally think this is god's way &lt;br /&gt;of intervening at the thought&lt;br /&gt;of another fucking batman movie.</content>
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    <title>song guessing meme</title>
    <published>2008-01-18T16:57:27Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-18T20:58:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">stolen from &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_dorasolo' lj:user='dorasolo' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://dorasolo.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://dorasolo.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;dorasolo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUESS THE SONG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 1. Put your playlist on random.&lt;br /&gt;Step 2. Post the first line from the first 25 songs that play, no matter how embarrassing. (You can skip songs that are instrumental.)&lt;br /&gt;Step 3. Strike out the songs when someone guesses correctly.&lt;br /&gt;NO GOOGLING. (Seriously, guys, it won't be fun if you do!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Say what you mean...the fog's low croak says Froggy&lt;br /&gt;2. I won’t take all that they hand me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;3. Farewell goodnight last one out turn out the lights&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You've got so many problems to deal with (I don't care)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;5. Something's fucked up Something's not right I came here to have a good time&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Trailed by purpose, prosaic tones, we slipped away and leading the night&lt;br /&gt;7. Loading up the streets, synthetic sounds are sweet&lt;br /&gt;8. My thought: A brand new world&lt;br /&gt;9. I may be out of line at times, but I may be right sometimes&lt;br /&gt;10. It plagued me like a cancer&lt;br /&gt;11. No mercy for what we are doing&lt;br /&gt;12. When you motor away beyond the once-read lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;13. Bones sinking like stones all that we've fought for&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;14. Confrontation 101 your big life-lesson has begun&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;15. I think I know what you mean, but watch what you say&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;16. He's bitter and twisted, he knows what he wants&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I see so many risks we take&lt;br /&gt;18. Late last night I was looking through pictures&lt;br /&gt;19. Who, what, where, when, why, How many ways can you lie?&lt;br /&gt;20. I'm sure you hate me, I've been hated by the best&lt;br /&gt;21. I broke the surface so I can breathe&lt;br /&gt;22. Sing another song tonight, open up your heart again&lt;br /&gt;23. In this land of strangers there are dangers&lt;br /&gt;24. Yeah pay attention to these&lt;br /&gt;25. I chose a life of missed callings and lost hopes of empty dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first i was thinking no one was going to get any of these...&lt;br /&gt;but then it started pumpin out some really easy ones.&lt;br /&gt;i usually hate these things, but this was really cool.&lt;br /&gt;made me appreciate my music in my ipod a lot more,&lt;br /&gt;and made me realize i need to be more diverse about what i listen to in there.</content>
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    <title>cloud8 @ 2008-01-13T02:25:00</title>
    <published>2008-01-13T07:27:25Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-13T07:27:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">why in the *fuck* am I watching a re-run of a 1980 broadcast of Soul Train?</content>
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    <title>cloud8 @ 2008-01-08T17:59:00</title>
    <published>2008-01-08T23:00:20Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-08T23:00:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">ya ever hear someone puke in their cubicle before?&lt;br /&gt;it sounds a lot like someone faking it,&lt;br /&gt;only they're not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's splashing sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and later it smells.</content>
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    <title>cloud8 @ 2008-01-03T09:26:00</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;this sucks part 1:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;late last night i was putting a load of laundry in, and i noticed the utility sink was clogged (which i wasn't surprised about, because ashley had told me i needed to unclog it). while looking for something to unclog it with, i opened the basement bathroom door (which always stays close, because our smallest kitty likes to play and destroy in there) to have my soul and spine shriekingly awakened to one of the most horrific smells i have ever witnessed. it smelled like john goodman's ass died in the room. just the ass part of him. one thing you need to understand, is that ashley and i rarely ever use this bathroom. once every other month, at best. yet for some reason, there was a clogged floater sitting in there, just days after ashley and i were gone for a week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i then realize that the last person to use this bathroom was my landlord, about two weeks ago. i helped him install a new garage door opener (which STILL doesn't work properly, thank you). not wanting to tread dirt and filth into the house, he used the basement bathroom. apparently he clogged the fucking toilet and just happenned to forget to tell me. so not only was i unclogging a toilet, utility sink and cleaning an entire bathroom of stink close to 1 am on a work night, but the bathroom will now smell for days. i'm going to have to clean it again today just to improve the smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;this sucks part 2:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up to the very very upset sound of ashley this morning. our cat, murdock, was skulking around hungry and got up on the nightstand of the guest room (where he's not allowed) and knocked over ashley's bamboo plant). not wanting her to be late, i offered to clean it up, so my opening thoughts of the day got to be cleaning up wet rocks and pieces of glass. not too happy with the cat right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;this sucks part 3:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once a year i get fever blisters on my lips when the temprature quickly drops. this year they decided to show up in three different places. it's extremely painful, extremely visible and embarassing, and i get to endure all sorts of great and totally unoriginal and repetitive "hey is that herpes?" jokes from friends and idiots (often the same people). i almost wish it was, because though herpes is even more visible and much uglier, most people can't tell the difference, so they think that's what i have anyways, which leads to awkward conversations or even more awkward looks. that, and the other isn't nearly as painful as this, or at least so i've read. the worst part of it is that i'm playing a free show tonight at a very public venue, and the band is also watching our guitarist play a small set before the show at another very public venue. so i get to look diseased all night long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;this sucks part 4:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm REALLY hating work today. i'll leave early, if i can manage it.</content>
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