<?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-4222362362013048202</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:16:27.008-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Life and Times of Nick</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballwitt.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222362362013048202/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballwitt.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ballwitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452168292218516250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NQ2hlamiGo0/R59iaYVzXsI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/DkD1LR6zyeA/S220/picnic.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222362362013048202.post-4198918104466654852</id><published>2009-01-26T05:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T05:09:42.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday game</title><content type='html'>Yep I know two separate blogs in one day but eh.  Well Friday game was entertaining.  My character being completely oblivious to the situation because of my lack of being at game last week.  (Ash moved to Florida going away party).  Well they managed to get captured by demons and the sort.  We were being dragged along in demon magicked cages.  Well I basically created a purified ground which covered my cage stopping its evil magic.  Seeing as the ability can be maintained I kept it up and released Unsere.  She helped me get the others out and we escaped the cave only to run into plants that were being controlled by some power.  I warned them to let us pass but they wanted us dead.  They absorbed Unsere's lightning attacks, but we managed to persevere.  After finishing them off I snuck up on the demon village where the parts for the golem were made.  I saw lots of them there plus the things like what were in the demon cave.  Unsere wasn't very happy with me I think they saw me.  I did however see a picture of her in the village type thing.  Looked like she was wanted or something.  Well we ran away from there, and I'm leading them to the refuge camp to the northeast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222362362013048202-4198918104466654852?l=ballwitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballwitt.blogspot.com/feeds/4198918104466654852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222362362013048202&amp;postID=4198918104466654852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222362362013048202/posts/default/4198918104466654852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222362362013048202/posts/default/4198918104466654852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballwitt.blogspot.com/2009/01/friday-game.html' title='Friday game'/><author><name>Ballwitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452168292218516250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NQ2hlamiGo0/R59iaYVzXsI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/DkD1LR6zyeA/S220/picnic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222362362013048202.post-5880460162310293756</id><published>2009-01-26T04:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T05:02:55.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well</title><content type='html'>Its been a while since I blogged.  About a week I believe with the car accident and all.  My back is still shitty though my neck did pull around.  But who really cares about that stuff.  Back to the gaming its more interesting then me complaining about my lack of car and back.  Lets see where did I leave off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Lets go back to my game.  I can't remember what exactly I've said about it so.  They are a group of thugs instead of heroes would be my best thing I can say about them.  They returned some goods and killed the man that hired them, while burning down part of the building he works in.  Most of them were arrested, one of them posed as a diplomat there to learn the way the law is handled.  I don't know how he pulled that off for some reason his dice were really hot.  They broke out of prison, well snuck out of prison.  They ended up almost killing the guard sent to help them escape they aren't very nice people. &lt;br /&gt;     They continued out of the city to a small town about day and a half out.  They are headed to some kinda dwarven treasure least thats what they are hoping the map is leading them to.  While stopped in town some guards showed up.  The group obliterated them without cause, oh and they burned down the inn while they were at it.  I figured they just wanted to kill everything we'll see I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;     They have started turning a new leaf I think though the continually fight amongst themselves.  No real leadership coming from within the party.  Well me thinking they were willing to kill amost anything dropped a Green Dragon in there path.  It was a god posing and was supposed to help them.  They just argued but didn't attack.  The dragon got mad and left them to there own divices.  They killed some people hunting down there drug dealer.  He owes upwards of 50k, and they really want to stop Yuki from helping the Undead Eladrin.  They have ended up in a Dwarven city guess we'll see where it goes from there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222362362013048202-5880460162310293756?l=ballwitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballwitt.blogspot.com/feeds/5880460162310293756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222362362013048202&amp;postID=5880460162310293756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222362362013048202/posts/default/5880460162310293756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222362362013048202/posts/default/5880460162310293756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballwitt.blogspot.com/2009/01/well.html' title='Well'/><author><name>Ballwitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452168292218516250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NQ2hlamiGo0/R59iaYVzXsI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/DkD1LR6zyeA/S220/picnic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222362362013048202.post-1542683275258776193</id><published>2009-01-18T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T07:59:48.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>Well I haven't been writing about gaming for the last two weeks.  Last week was cancled for weather, and I couldn't make it this week cause my best friend Ash is moving to Florida.  I was throwing a going away party for him.  The party went well a bunch of people showed up and they didn't all leave til 330-400 in the morning.  So that went much better then expected considering one person showed up when Ash said it was supposed to start.  I was supposed to be going up to Andy's to visit and game on Saturday, but and elderly lady driving a red 2004 Honda CRV rear ended me at a red light.  I came to stop behind the car thinking boo I missed the green turn signal.  Reached over to pet my dog and looked in the rear view mirror.  The red thing was accelerating towards me I pushed the break to the ground hoping that I wouldn't get pushed to far.  Well I got pushed under the car in front of me.  Bent his bumper and such but cause I was pushed under my airbags didn't go off lol.  Well my poor little Focus now has front and rear damage and is sitting at the body shop.  Oh yeah and I didn't have a copy of my new insurance card so apparently they are mailing me something about that too.  Luckily the lady had insurance so my car will get fixed w/o me having to pay for it lol.  My dog and myself seem alright after the wreck and such.  Though not having a car today kinda is the suck my parents are coming over to pick me up to watch football and do laundry.  Hmm guess I'll have to call and see if they will get me a rental car while mine is in the shop.  The lady had the same car insurance as my parents which was nice we know how to deal with them.  Well Later and yes I realize its all one big blob.  I might fix that eventually.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222362362013048202-1542683275258776193?l=ballwitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballwitt.blogspot.com/feeds/1542683275258776193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222362362013048202&amp;postID=1542683275258776193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222362362013048202/posts/default/1542683275258776193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222362362013048202/posts/default/1542683275258776193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballwitt.blogspot.com/2009/01/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>Ballwitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452168292218516250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NQ2hlamiGo0/R59iaYVzXsI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/DkD1LR6zyeA/S220/picnic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222362362013048202.post-4286656951764015130</id><published>2009-01-05T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T13:24:12.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slacking Cont.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; lets see if I can actually remember what happened on Friday. We were left off travelling through the cave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travelling through the cave we were attacked by what looked to be a dinosaur. Something like a raptor that was screeching and it was painful I suppose. I can't really remember getting hit. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Unsere&lt;/span&gt; was the main target of its attacks. There were also some nasty spiders. The demon hunter didn't prove to be very useful in fighting these monsters. She kinda got webbed and just stood in one spot. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Unsere&lt;/span&gt; was amazing she stomped on those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;monters&lt;/span&gt; and when they tried to attack me absorbed the damage. She is starting to look like she might be up to the task. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;golem&lt;/span&gt; was flinging things through the air at the monsters which didn't seem to affect them all that much. I'm glad Bran &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tought&lt;/span&gt; me a few spells to help out otherwise the monsters might have been difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued down the cave which I still haven't figured out how down is the way out but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; what the map says. I heard someone following us. I hid with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;golem&lt;/span&gt; behind some rocks. Well the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;golem&lt;/span&gt; kinda was my rock but none the less. A group of three travelers &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;appeared&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Unsere&lt;/span&gt; new two of them and went out to great them. They gave her a letter and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Unsere&lt;/span&gt; wasn't very happy to see them. They had a bounty hunter travelling with them I think he might be working for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Unsere's&lt;/span&gt; boss spying on her. Though that demon hunter chick might be working for him two but she doesn't really seem to understand in the first place. The other two went back but left us with the bounty hunter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued following the map til we reached a T intersection. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Unsere&lt;/span&gt; was arguing with the bounty hunter and the demon hunting woman to go left as the map said. She wanted to go right. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;golem&lt;/span&gt; and myself were going with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Unsere&lt;/span&gt;. They spent along time arguing and the demon hunter followed the map left. We went right. As we were travelling down the hallway the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;golem&lt;/span&gt; set off a trap which started shooting arrows at us. The demon lady started yelling and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;dodged&lt;/span&gt; quickly and move through the field. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Unsere&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;golem&lt;/span&gt; also moved quickly but the bounty hunter was hit by the arrows. It didn't seem to damage him much though. We continued apparently we didn't lose the demon lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stumbling out of the trap we came to an cavern with a huge door. Strange cows, I think a basilisk and something else I'm not sure were guarding what appeared to be a huge temple door. They were difficult to kill as myself and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Unsere&lt;/span&gt; were forced to do most of the work again. These followers of my champion don't seem to be that greatly beneficial. Maybe they have some other gift which may help are quest. After defeating these monsters I read the door but the words were in some old speech that I was unfamiliar with and couldn't solve its riddle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Unsere&lt;/span&gt; continued to tell the demon huntress to go away. I think though that she is starting to feel sorry for her. She seems so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;incompetent&lt;/span&gt; that I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Unsere&lt;/span&gt; might let her travel with us just for her own safety. Well we were standing in front of this door trying to figure out how to open it. The demon huntress stood close to the door and started mumbling something and pushed it slightly open. As I thought she does have some kind of gift to offer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222362362013048202-4286656951764015130?l=ballwitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballwitt.blogspot.com/feeds/4286656951764015130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222362362013048202&amp;postID=4286656951764015130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222362362013048202/posts/default/4286656951764015130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222362362013048202/posts/default/4286656951764015130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballwitt.blogspot.com/2009/01/slacking-cont.html' title='Slacking Cont.'/><author><name>Ballwitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452168292218516250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NQ2hlamiGo0/R59iaYVzXsI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/DkD1LR6zyeA/S220/picnic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222362362013048202.post-351422580481032188</id><published>2009-01-05T07:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T13:25:09.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slacking</title><content type='html'>Yes I have been really slacking on updating here. Now brings the question how far back to go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Well we have had two sessions of my new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; game lets start there. After escaping from caverns I proceeded back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Unsere's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; house to talk to her father. That didn't proceed to well. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Unsere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; showed up with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;golem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and the weird person I met down in the caverns below where she works. Some kind of demon hunter. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Unsere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tried to send her away and finally succeeded. Apparently &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Unsere's&lt;/span&gt; father &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;comletely&lt;/span&gt; forgot to mention that she was supposed to be protecting me. Well we got past that he still didn't mention that taking his place meant she was also going to have to travel into the depths of Hell itself. But I suppose I will have to slowly ease into that point cause she seems terrified enough as is. Well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Unsere&lt;/span&gt; had some business to take care of something about meeting a group of people at the University. I needed to speak to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Unsere's&lt;/span&gt; mother also since she was supposed to be keeping something for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Unsere&lt;/span&gt;. Not to mention that she is possessed by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Ashara&lt;/span&gt; who is supposed to show me to the gates of Hell. Once both of these tasks are completed she will be set free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     We traveled to the University &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;without&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;incident&lt;/span&gt;. We arrived and supposedly myself and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;golem&lt;/span&gt; are students taking a tour of the campus. I was talking with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;golem&lt;/span&gt; thingy asking it what kinda things it could do. It said it could make things go boom so I had it show me. It blew up a garbage can and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Unsere&lt;/span&gt; got mad at us. A security guard showed up but didn't really ask any questions. Finally we arrived at the office where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Unsere&lt;/span&gt; had the meeting only to find a group of people waiting for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Unsere&lt;/span&gt;. With them was the demon hunter that followed her home. I don't know what she has to do with all this mess yet but nothing happens without a reason. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Unsere&lt;/span&gt; talked with them about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;golems&lt;/span&gt; and such. One of the people in the meeting took us with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;golem&lt;/span&gt; down to the archives/museum area. I think he knew that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;golem&lt;/span&gt; wasn't a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;golem&lt;/span&gt; or something I'm not quite sure. He took us down to show us the demon armor or something of the sort I'm not really sure. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;golem&lt;/span&gt; thingy reached through a beam that was supposed to kill it and took some stuff. Apparently it belonged to him or something I'm assuming that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;golem&lt;/span&gt; is a him but who really knows. Then we caught some demons trying to steal stuff from the museum. Security was contacted to take care of them. They let us know that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Unsere's&lt;/span&gt; boss was waiting in the courtyard for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Unsere&lt;/span&gt; decided to avoid them. By avoiding them we ran back into her parents. I was happy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Unsere&lt;/span&gt; was terribly upset. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Ashara&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Unsere's&lt;/span&gt; mother whatever you want to call her produced the first portion of her deal by showing us to the gift. I myself am unsure what it is or does. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Unsere&lt;/span&gt; has some serious family difficulties or issues I suppose. We continued travelling out of the city through the tunnel where the item was hidden. The map we found off the demons showed us the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222362362013048202-351422580481032188?l=ballwitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballwitt.blogspot.com/feeds/351422580481032188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222362362013048202&amp;postID=351422580481032188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222362362013048202/posts/default/351422580481032188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222362362013048202/posts/default/351422580481032188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballwitt.blogspot.com/2009/01/slacking.html' title='Slacking'/><author><name>Ballwitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452168292218516250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NQ2hlamiGo0/R59iaYVzXsI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/DkD1LR6zyeA/S220/picnic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222362362013048202.post-3406397739901764432</id><published>2008-12-16T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T07:56:57.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taxes</title><content type='html'>Well we come to that time of year where the government be wanting there money lol.  Gotta love my grammar.  So apparently they think my house mind you I paid $83,000 for it just this year.  Two other houses in my neighborhood have been sold as well this year for 73k and 74k.  Do we see a trend here maybe my house is worth more then those but none the less.  They value my house at $114,700.  I know what your thinking holy BATMAN $31,700 how can they be that far off.  Who knows.  Now I have to file my complaint and show up for a hearing what a waste of my time.  Why don't you just change it to what I paid that is what I would consider fair market value.  Laters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222362362013048202-3406397739901764432?l=ballwitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballwitt.blogspot.com/feeds/3406397739901764432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222362362013048202&amp;postID=3406397739901764432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222362362013048202/posts/default/3406397739901764432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222362362013048202/posts/default/3406397739901764432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballwitt.blogspot.com/2008/12/taxes.html' title='Taxes'/><author><name>Ballwitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452168292218516250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NQ2hlamiGo0/R59iaYVzXsI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/DkD1LR6zyeA/S220/picnic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222362362013048202.post-8183334181995504354</id><published>2008-12-14T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T06:19:46.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok well the game now</title><content type='html'>Well I went to talk to the decendent of Aegion Sehkmet-Sabath. He new who I was and we talked. He told me about his daughter and how she would be the one to accompany me on my journey. Then sent me to where she works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I arrived and sat down waiting. The secretary took me up to Unsere's office but she was nowhere to be found. Went back to the waiting room and Unsere's boss came to see me. Kazar, he was babbling about something and he kinda worried me. Kazar also grabbed someone that was there for an interview as well. Took us down to the basement and told us Unsere was down there. Kazar said it was safe down here though I didn't believe him just something about him and his mannerism left me worried. Unsere was down here though that I was pretty sure about and her father sent me to talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     We went down the path talking and ran into a woman hunting demons and such. Yeah I figured it wasn't safe down here. She was talking to someone and I asked who. She couldn't tell me so I asked her to describe the person and low and behold I found Unsere. Unsere seemed terrified and just kept running away when I was trying to talk to her. I have no clue what she was doing but her father told me to talk with her and bring her home. I followed her to a room with lava and some kind of mechanical objects. I'm not sure what they were but everyone else got in them to walk over the lava so I followed suit after choosing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     One was Crusader and the other something about a Goliath. I picked Crusader liking the name better. I followed them but was slightly behind they ran into a group with a dragon and some other things standing on lava and throwing spears at them. The young woman hunting demons engaged immediately, along with the dwarf that was there for an interview. Unsere didn't move I couldn't figure out what was going on. I tried to use the weapons in this thing but its big and slow and I couldn't use them. One button said gattling gun and I pushed it and the thing fired a bunch of metal objects that went by the big dragon. The dragon got mad and shot at me and Unsere exloded instead of me and I was really worried that my champion was gone already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Then Unsere came running back around a corner and I was so happy. She ran past the dragon and I followed her. She kept running and I kept trying to talk to her about the gold coin my father had given her family and how she was to be one of my champions. She kept ignoring me I'm not sure why. She ran around a corner and stopped. A big machine that looked different from all of ours an it was standing before us. Kazar started speaking about how we could leave but only two of us. The exit on the right was back up to the city, and the exit on the left went out into the countryside. Kazar said there were guards behind each of the doors. He also apparently put some bombs in are machines and how he wanted us to surrender and become slaves. I am a slave to nobody but maybe my destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Unsere kept running while everyone else attacked. My machine just doesn't do to much at all I guess I don't really know what I am doing. I couldn't even cause a dent in Kazar's armor so I followed Unsere toward the door for the city. Kazar did this huge lightning spell and did a lot of damage to my machine thingy. Apparently what Kazar really wanted was Sheathan the huge thing I guess it was. I'm not really sure what Sheathan is if its really a golem why would my champion not just give it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Well the dwarf that was there for an interview was apparently the only one to hit Kazar with his machine. He punched him, smashed the ground so him and a couple of machines fell down together and he jumped on top of him. I don't think that is what he was supposed to be doing for his interview. Unsere used some kinda thing she through at the door to eat a hole in it that she could climb through. Sheathan stuck his metal arm through and opened the door. I jumped out of my machine and through the door in hot persuit of Unsere. She is turning out to be a lousy champion pretty useless. Just keeps running away from everything. I'm going back to her father to have a talk about this ther has to be some kinda mistake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222362362013048202-8183334181995504354?l=ballwitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballwitt.blogspot.com/feeds/8183334181995504354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222362362013048202&amp;postID=8183334181995504354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222362362013048202/posts/default/8183334181995504354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222362362013048202/posts/default/8183334181995504354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballwitt.blogspot.com/2008/12/ok-well-game-now.html' title='Ok well the game now'/><author><name>Ballwitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452168292218516250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NQ2hlamiGo0/R59iaYVzXsI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/DkD1LR6zyeA/S220/picnic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222362362013048202.post-539233171660226452</id><published>2008-12-13T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T08:30:02.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Game</title><content type='html'>Well we have started are Friday game up again. Fred is now running game. Well wait I should post my background here first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name:      Navintha Corsae       &lt;br /&gt;Alignment:       Good, with purpose to keep the world neutral&lt;br /&gt;Age and Gender:         212, Female&lt;br /&gt;Appearance:    Beautiful Elf, long blond hair that blows in the wind.  Eyes appear to be green but change to many colors with different seasons.  Slight build 5’6” 130 lbs.  Wears only items found of nature, hide of animals, leaves, bark, and flowers often adorn her hair.  Carries a maul that almost looks oversized for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspirations:     Andy has lots of fun stuff but I have no clue what the inpirations for this character are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CatchPhrases:  I’ll figure these out as I go along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upbringing:      Born on the Sparkling Isle.  It is a magically hidden island west of Mithra in the open sea.  Once it was heavily with druids at least that is what Bran says.  He’s Earmother’s son that first and last Unicorn.  My parents were both druids.  Mother Damiana and Father Oberon the lasts protectors of the Isle.  My Father left 200 years ago when I was 12.  Mother was very sad when he left, but continued my training for 147 years before she passed away.  Bran has been continuing my training.  He says I am not trained to defend the Isle but to defend Mother herself from the coming darkness.  I am now 212 years old and Bran says the time has come.  The balance of good and evil has been tipped once more and you will travel forth to stop this evil.  You will not be able to do so without help of friends and champions.  They will travel into the darkness with you as they have your father before you.  Oberon took 15 golden coins minted with a unicorn on them.  He gave them to families he believed he could trust.  His first stop was Thromstorm and that is where your journey must begin.  Your mother left you this maul, a crown to help you see, this armor to protect you, and this.  A letter from my father, I have arrived in Thromstorm safely and have chosen a family to be are daughters protector.  He is a strong man who will hopefully bare a strong Grandchildren to follow him and help and protect are daughter.  His name is Aegion Sehkmet-Sabath and he has a son name Thamuz.  Where this golden unicorn to tie your cloak about you so those families I have chosen may find you and help you with your journey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occupation:    Druid last Protector of the Mother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Religion:          Follows:           Good, Balance, Nature           &lt;br /&gt;                        Worship:  Earthmother&lt;br /&gt;                        At odds:   Evil that disrupts the balance.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family:            Father: Oberon left when I was 12 unknown as to if he is living still though doubtful.&lt;br /&gt;                        Mother: Damiana Deceased.&lt;br /&gt;                        Siblings:           None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Events:     Father leaving at age 12.&lt;br /&gt;                        Mother dying when I was 159.           &lt;br /&gt;                        Meeting Bran and continuation of my training.&lt;br /&gt;                        Bran gave me my fathers letter at age 212 and sent me to Thromstorm and my destiny.&lt;br /&gt;Networking:    All animals, and hopefully those who carry the coin of my father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enemies:         Evil in all forms.  Undead, the Dark Prince and those who lie beyond the Gateway to Hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goals:              --Find the friends and champions my father has left behind. &lt;br /&gt;                        --Gain a greater understanding of nature, life, and the good magic that can aid me. &lt;br /&gt;                        --Continue my training through my journey to gain allies needed to stop the darkness that is coming.&lt;br /&gt;                        --Discover what happened to my father.&lt;br /&gt;                        --Stop the evil Darkness be it the Dar Prince or others who lie in waiting beyond the Gateway to Hell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social Int.        --Still learning the magics of Nature.&lt;br /&gt;                        --Destiny&lt;br /&gt;                        --Believes nature, the good and the bad.&lt;br /&gt;                        --Trusting but is very wise.  Though has not had a lot of contact with others.&lt;br /&gt;                        --Easily embarrassed.  Shy around others who appear to be her age. &lt;br /&gt;                        --Very Feminine, though when evil comes she meets it with determination.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decisions:        --Very wise decisions come easily and can change instantly.  Determined to complete her destiny and stop the darkness.&lt;br /&gt;                        --Knows only what she has learned of the laws of man.  Being good natured, though she probably abides by the laws if they are natural and just. &lt;br /&gt;                        --Feels the need to protect all good, and help those she can.  Though nature must take its course and balance must be attained.&lt;br /&gt;                        --Afraid but brave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mannerisms:    Authoritative takes after her father in that.                                             Believes in the perseverance of life.                                                            Will fight if that is what it comes down to, but believes in a peaceful resolution where it can be found.                                                               Peaceful resolutions are not for evil beings.                                               Enjoys talking with animals.  Loves being surrounded by nature and animals as long as they are safe. &lt;br /&gt;                        Evil must be stopped.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222362362013048202-539233171660226452?l=ballwitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballwitt.blogspot.com/feeds/539233171660226452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222362362013048202&amp;postID=539233171660226452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222362362013048202/posts/default/539233171660226452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222362362013048202/posts/default/539233171660226452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballwitt.blogspot.com/2008/12/friday-game.html' title='Friday Game'/><author><name>Ballwitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452168292218516250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NQ2hlamiGo0/R59iaYVzXsI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/DkD1LR6zyeA/S220/picnic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222362362013048202.post-5866003184619024468</id><published>2008-12-08T10:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T10:54:37.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>Well its been a while since I actually got up the willingness to write here. I suppose I should start with my game. I am now running game on Thursdays. I wish I could wrestle up another play but I'll do with what I've got. This Thursday the group made it to the town where there lost teacher was last seen. They came in just before dusk and the gates were closing behind them. They went to the inn, one of them went up to talk to the innkeeper called her a man that didn't go over to well. He also made it worse from there and walked back outside to try and compose himself. Another tried to talk to her but he didn't do to much better. Another asked for water and was sent to the well. While one of there friends a halfling was in town already though they didn't know. He stole the one going to wells money as he was leaving the inn. The first walked back in and apologized with money and such managed a room a name and some information on who to talk to about the professor. The halfing knowing that one of his friends hated humans started yelling obscenities from behind the inn causing two of the companions to start fighting outside with each other. One trying to stop the other from killing humans. While they were fighting the halfling walked right back into the inn talked to his friend and got the room. Told him that the others were fighting outside. He went out to try to stop them and couldn't. He ended up getting guards to help him stop the fight but it stopped just as they were getting to them. While the halfling was charming a your bar maid into there room. They came back to the inn to get some sleep and walked right in on there friend. He had a good laugh at there expense. They went to sleep. Later that evening a pair of drunk traders stumbled into there door waking the halfling. He got up went to help them up off the floor while stealing one of there gold pouches. The other saw him do it and explained it as a prank. Morning came and the trader was pounding on the door wanting his gold back. This proceeded to him being sent to the Lord and was talking his way out of trouble when his friend the one he pick pocketed last night noticed his gold was missing and blamed him for it. That promptly got him thrown into a cell after being strip searched. The golds were recovered and given to the appropriate persons. The Lord was very unhappy with this but decided they could work for him ridding the road of the bandits that have been plaguing the town. I also managed to smash my head into a door on Friday night while being sick. Then went to my parents for football games on Sunday and hit my head on my trunk. My dog is now limping on three legs yet I can't find anything wrong with the other leg. Also I had a weird dream and wrote a poem in the dark last night. Here is that poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still Dream of You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;I just don't want to say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;Your beauty haunts me day and night.&lt;br /&gt;I wish there was someway to win this fight.&lt;br /&gt;Are lives were torn asunder.&lt;br /&gt;I am just left to wonder.&lt;br /&gt;The wonderful children we might have had.&lt;br /&gt;I think the thought of you is driving me mad.&lt;br /&gt;But in truth it only leaves me sad.&lt;br /&gt;I dream of you old and blind.&lt;br /&gt;Together we sit you've always been kind.&lt;br /&gt;My memories fade fast I love you still.&lt;br /&gt;Til the end of time that is my will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222362362013048202-5866003184619024468?l=ballwitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballwitt.blogspot.com/feeds/5866003184619024468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222362362013048202&amp;postID=5866003184619024468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222362362013048202/posts/default/5866003184619024468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222362362013048202/posts/default/5866003184619024468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballwitt.blogspot.com/2008/12/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Ballwitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452168292218516250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NQ2hlamiGo0/R59iaYVzXsI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/DkD1LR6zyeA/S220/picnic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222362362013048202.post-363078218495206665</id><published>2008-10-27T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T07:38:51.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops</title><content type='html'>Well I guess I've missed a few days. I can't really remember where I left off. It's in general been a pretty boring weekend. Game was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;canceled&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; which was very disappointing. I went to the gym did my shoulders and triceps and then read a book. Might have watched a movie but obviously didn't strike me as important. Saturday I played some WOW its really just not very entertaining anymore. Also played some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt;. I bought a new game Mario Party 8 which has actually been kinda entertaining. Also played some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; bowling and tennis. I really enjoy the tennis. Then we watched Ohio State lose which makes college football not so entertaining. U.C. lost two so it was kinda a double &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;whammy&lt;/span&gt;. I did about 4 loads on laundry on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; too. On &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; I watched some football. The Bengals might be the worst team in football. Though Detroit is giving them a run for that respect. Not really sure if I'd rather see them win a few or just lose every single game at this point. Maybe they'd fire the coach if they go 0-16. He sure won't quit cause he wants his money even though he's incompetent at best. The team doesn't even look like its trying most of the time, and yes at least effort would make me enjoy watching a little more. On a side note thought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Fio&lt;/span&gt; had gotten married and I didn't even know about it. Well she's not really married just carries both last names from her parents. Well I suppose I'll stop here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222362362013048202-363078218495206665?l=ballwitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballwitt.blogspot.com/feeds/363078218495206665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222362362013048202&amp;postID=363078218495206665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222362362013048202/posts/default/363078218495206665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222362362013048202/posts/default/363078218495206665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballwitt.blogspot.com/2008/10/oops.html' title='Oops'/><author><name>Ballwitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452168292218516250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NQ2hlamiGo0/R59iaYVzXsI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/DkD1LR6zyeA/S220/picnic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222362362013048202.post-1869599213933941401</id><published>2008-10-24T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T07:39:05.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Friday</title><content type='html'>But we're still writing about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;. I can't tell yet if I actually have enough players for my campaign I'm planning to start on Thursdays. I probably need to find 1-2 more players realistically cause I doubt Ash will make it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;every week&lt;/span&gt;. I mean he doesn't really have a job, well he does but it's like 8 hours a week so if he can pick up hours he kinda has to. Thus not truly dependable for showing up. I invited Matt but with no car he's questionable dependent on mothers car is never a good thing, but he is a college student. Yesterday was a typical day; work, dog, gym, food I had Indian from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Anand&lt;/span&gt; India I'm kind of a regular there. Then I went home and watched Mr. and Mrs. Smith. I really enjoy that movie which is quite sad. They are supposed to be killing each other and even though they've been lying about who they really were for so long they were actually in love with each other. But the best part of the movie is at the end when he's like ask us about the sex question. He doesn't ask but he holds up 10 fingers its great. Well back to work. I get to game tonight hopefully everyone shows up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222362362013048202-1869599213933941401?l=ballwitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballwitt.blogspot.com/feeds/1869599213933941401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222362362013048202&amp;postID=1869599213933941401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222362362013048202/posts/default/1869599213933941401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222362362013048202/posts/default/1869599213933941401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballwitt.blogspot.com/2008/10/it-friday.html' title='It Friday'/><author><name>Ballwitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452168292218516250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NQ2hlamiGo0/R59iaYVzXsI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/DkD1LR6zyeA/S220/picnic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222362362013048202.post-2441677478752807393</id><published>2008-10-23T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T07:39:29.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm</title><content type='html'>Well yesterday was interesting. I got a lot of reading done at work. AKA work was really boring and I didn't have much to do. After work I went home and walked my dog so it wouldn't destroy my house. Then I went to dinner with Amanda at a German &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Restaurant&lt;/span&gt; (Andy would have loved it). She was quite interesting, she does a lot of hiking but hasn't actually had time to recently. I have always been interested in that type of stuff so it made for a good topic of conversation, but I guess dating would be fun but truthfully I don't want a relationship. Just not interested would love to hang out do stuff, but on the other hand I'd rather do it with lots of different people too. This is a real dilemma. Well after that I drove home. Some friends came over and we watched &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Superbad&lt;/span&gt;. The movie was really quite terrible the only interesting parts are with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;McLovin&lt;/span&gt; but even that doesn't save the movie from being absolutely terrible. I also decided to start running a 4E game on Thursdays for now. We'll see if it sticks or not some of the people just have scheduling conflict and I really only want between 4-6 players. Well back to work since I actually have something to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222362362013048202-2441677478752807393?l=ballwitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballwitt.blogspot.com/feeds/2441677478752807393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222362362013048202&amp;postID=2441677478752807393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222362362013048202/posts/default/2441677478752807393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222362362013048202/posts/default/2441677478752807393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballwitt.blogspot.com/2008/10/hmm.html' title='Hmm'/><author><name>Ballwitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452168292218516250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NQ2hlamiGo0/R59iaYVzXsI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/DkD1LR6zyeA/S220/picnic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222362362013048202.post-187820861752868248</id><published>2008-10-22T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T07:39:47.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner with Dad</title><content type='html'>Well work yesterday was kind of a joke. The lab had so much work that me creating and making formula's was pretty much pointless as they weren't going to get weighed. So I spent most of the day reading my book which I did finish yesterday. Wasn't to bad had some good suspense for a book where nothing really happened. Two of my friends decided to make there own server for WOW and want me to play on it. Truthfully not interested in playing the game period at this point. I should really just cancel my account and stop wasting $15 a month. I swear that game just sucks the life out of you. I really don't want to play it anymore. Went to the gym as usual worked out legs yesterday not nearly as terrible as last week. Well on another note yesterday was Tuesday so I went out with my dad. I tried to get him to go bowling but I don't think he was that interested I'm getting the feeling that it either hurts his knee or his hand. We ate at the little diner in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sharonville&lt;/span&gt;. I think its called Athenian or something, food wasn't to bad at all. Thought I tried the baklava it wasn't that great. It was sort of a pastry that tasted kinda like Pecan Pie truthfully. After that we went back and watched &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Riddick&lt;/span&gt; at my place I still can't figure out why they cut out the scene where he takes out 20 soldiers with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;blast wave&lt;/span&gt; its so cool. Well after the movie dad went home, I walked the dog and then finished my book. Thought I would go to bed early didn't work out still ended up awake til about midnight I think. I guess I'm just not a morning person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222362362013048202-187820861752868248?l=ballwitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballwitt.blogspot.com/feeds/187820861752868248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222362362013048202&amp;postID=187820861752868248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222362362013048202/posts/default/187820861752868248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222362362013048202/posts/default/187820861752868248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballwitt.blogspot.com/2008/10/dinner-with-dad.html' title='Dinner with Dad'/><author><name>Ballwitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452168292218516250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NQ2hlamiGo0/R59iaYVzXsI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/DkD1LR6zyeA/S220/picnic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222362362013048202.post-3539226899054275091</id><published>2008-10-21T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T07:40:02.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phones</title><content type='html'>Well yesterday I went through my regular schedule. Wake up, Shower, eat breakfast, work 8 hours, gym (back&amp;amp;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;stomach&lt;/span&gt;), walk/jog dog for 1mile plus. I did get my hairs cut &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. Ended up getting pizza for dinner and watching the new Indiana Jones something with a crystal skull. I was expecting a crappy movie but it was actually pretty entertaining. Was headed to bed to read for a bit when I noticed I missed a phone call. Called her back (oh yeah her name is Amanda) and ended up staying up til midnight. She really has an interesting personality. Apparently she drops her phone as much as I drop mine though I don't think she has to hold hers together to make it work. Well this is going to be a short entry cause yesterday's was really long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222362362013048202-3539226899054275091?l=ballwitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballwitt.blogspot.com/feeds/3539226899054275091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222362362013048202&amp;postID=3539226899054275091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222362362013048202/posts/default/3539226899054275091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222362362013048202/posts/default/3539226899054275091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballwitt.blogspot.com/2008/10/phones.html' title='Phones'/><author><name>Ballwitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452168292218516250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NQ2hlamiGo0/R59iaYVzXsI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/DkD1LR6zyeA/S220/picnic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222362362013048202.post-8160667731314941905</id><published>2008-10-20T07:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T07:41:45.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Fun</title><content type='html'>Well this weekend started out just like any other weekend. I typically go up to play in a D&amp;amp;D game at Andy's apartment. Well, we had kinda completed a mission to go and find this lost shipment of cargo. We found it killed some goblins and some bigger monsters, and some kinda undead stuff on the way back towards town. Once in town we stayed in this run down inn. Food wasn't bad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ect&lt;/span&gt;. Well we woke up and continued to turn in the stuff that we were sent to return and they wanted to inspect us to make sure we hadn't stolen anything. Seriously the crap they sent us to retrieve wouldn't be worth stealing. We were set up by someone however for many different things were found on are persons. I dumped my bag of holding and axes came flying out. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt; we got set up by someone fucking humans. Well they wanted to arrest us and not pay us mind you stealing is a death sentence especially since we aren't human in this bloody human town. His guards came running about 8 of them towards the door and I figured I'm not up for this kinda crap so I through a fireball at all of them. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt; burning his office was kinda fun. His guards were no match for a group of traveling adventurers we quickly handled them. I stuck my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bigsby's&lt;/span&gt; icy grasp on him just to make sure he couldn't escape. We got paid, but he also wanted to have us arrested. Now we are currently avoiding police while trying to figure out who might have set us up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the night at Andy &amp;amp; Jules. Cause I wanted to play in Andy's one shot on Saturday. Something to do with a dark Raven Loft setting which I always enjoy. I decided to try and play test the new Barbarian test class on Blizzard's website. I finished making my character before I went to sleep on the couch. Woke up around noon the next day thought we were going to be going to lunch after I woke up and jumped in the shower but the others from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Wittenberg&lt;/span&gt; were running behind. Lunch ended up around 1:30 but it was delicious. I had Gnocchi which not to many places make a good gnocchi. Then we proceeded to the gaming shop and a comic shop owned by the same people across the street from each other. It was kinda cool I've been looking for a mini for Jules campaign since I ordered one off a website and never received it. I spent some time looking then asked if someone had seen a dwarf &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mage&lt;/span&gt;. Luckily enough Kat a girl I had just met who was doing a much better job looking through them had and found it for me. I also bought a elf archer cause I wanted to try and play a ranger in whatever campaign maybe next. We finished up there and headed to Lionel's to get are geek gaming on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. We were put another hour or so behind cause some of us didn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;pregen&lt;/span&gt; are character before arriving to play. I hadn't named mine so Kat decided he would be Wog. I chose this over several other suggestions that were just questionable to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wog use to be Capt. Wog served in the military for 3.5 years after which he started hanging around with this artificer who just happened to be able to fix and upgrade Wog as needed. It was a good relationship and paid well on both ends. We seemed to have gather a group of adventurers and were travelling towards are next destination when we were suddenly enveloped in a mist/fog. Thick as you can imagine couldn't see much in front of us I think we just took a wrong turn on the road. The fog led us to and old decrepit looking building. One of are companions noticed a sign on the ground that read &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Birchcroft&lt;/span&gt; Sanitarium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The artificer wanted to see if he could fix the gate so I promptly knocked it off its hinges, we were immediately attacked by dead and decaying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;plant life&lt;/span&gt;. We spent 12 hours of gaming goodness exploring the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Brichcroft&lt;/span&gt; Sanitarium and discovering what happened through some more then interesting devices. As we entered the building cause we assumed going through the fog would just lead us back to this point. We found ourselves in a lobby, with a young woman sitting behind a desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently we had travelled back in time about 30 years. But we hadn't really it was just some kinda time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;dilation&lt;/span&gt; as we were flickering between a burnt building and a nice lobby. As we began talking to her we described what was going on I think she thought we were crazy and sent for guards. As I was about to swing my axe seeing trouble coming I was frozen in place. She turned into a large mound of insects and three &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;disgusting&lt;/span&gt; pieces of bone appeared. Are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;mage&lt;/span&gt; set up a barrier to block them with fire so we could handle the insects. Another large creature appeared from behind scaring my artificer friend but there was nothing I could do being frozen. He put up an acid wall but the creature attacked through it. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;mage&lt;/span&gt; became frozen and his wall dissipated. The cleric put pieces of stone to block there path but they came through the walls. Fighting in a cramped space made thing difficult for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;mage&lt;/span&gt; but the warlock, Kat was quite happy to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;siphon&lt;/span&gt; the life from her friends almost obliterating the mound of insects in one shot. The fight concluded with the casters taking care of the mound of insects as my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;greataxe&lt;/span&gt; didn't do much as I swung through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We moved on into the institution trying to find some clues as to what was going on. We learned from several books there we two doctors working in this place. A Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Illhousen&lt;/span&gt; who seemed to have perfected talking to people and helping them through there mental trauma. The second was a Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Wellsby&lt;/span&gt; who treated his patients with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;phychotropic&lt;/span&gt; drugs that in my opinion would have messed with there minds. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;dwarven&lt;/span&gt; cleric seemed to think smashing an empty bottle against a wall would be interesting but what he actually found was that by doing so one could see into the past for a split second. This helped quite a bit with discovering what really happened. We continued to investigate the building myself and the artificer. He's got a good eye for clues, found several signs that something wasn't quite right in the institution. Scraps of paper one of which had said that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;mercenaries&lt;/span&gt; from are warlocks country were dispatched to this place, words scratched into the ceiling with fingernails, among other things. These undead things seem to be creeping him out slightly though. As we were searching each of the offices we discovered a trap door in a corner under a plant. It was dark below but seeing as the stairs going up were destroyed as well as unsafe cause they looked to be burned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down we travelled into the darkness. We lit several sconces to provide light. The bottles showed us a child with a huge hole bored into his head. He was very unhappy with his mother for sending him to this place. It appeared someone was experimenting on brains of these poor people trapped in time. As we found a supply closet we were attacked. Apparently the mercenaries didn't survive. There undead bodies had awoke and were attacking us. Five of these undead grouped together as I charged into them swinging my deadly axe and ranging forth as a Hawk. Sadly the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;mage&lt;/span&gt; rained fire upon fire in the area I chose to attack and the enemies as well as myself were blown against a wall on the other side of the room. That magic stuff hurts. I did find the paladin facing off with one of these monsters on the other side of the room behind a pillar though explains where he was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. The fire left the enemy dazed thankfully as I could knock him prone with my hawk rage. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;widdled&lt;/span&gt; down what was left after the storm of fire and defeated the enemy leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found several other interesting devices which Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Wellsby&lt;/span&gt; used in his research. A chair which deafened the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;mage&lt;/span&gt; and my training in the military I yelled and smacked him back to his senses. An operating room where apparently they had held the good Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Illhoussen&lt;/span&gt; to the table to drill into his skull. This Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Wallsby&lt;/span&gt; was a monster. Last we found the cell from which Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Illhoussen&lt;/span&gt; escaped ruining Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Wellsby's&lt;/span&gt; plans. That much I gather so far, as we were leaving the room and intern a lovely young woman was standing at the end of the path next to a wall. She said the Dr. Will see you now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point I promptly turned off the lights in the room we were playing in scaring several other players as this was a horror game it was fitting. The Dr. explained kind of what happened after I mentioned the name &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Illhoussen&lt;/span&gt; and ruining his plans. One of the nurses sprayed a gas at us as I began to charge after the Dr. It didn't seem to have much affect though. The interns blocked the door so we could not enter. I was fine with this as I blasted all those enemy's standing to close to me. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;mage&lt;/span&gt; dropped a ball of fire behind them so if they didn't want to let me in then they could burn for all I cared. The paladin called forth his god to grant us great powers, and we laid to waste these undead enemies. As I swung my great axe to destroy the Dr. he proved to be more nimble then I had expected dodging my attack. Though the warrior stepped up and finished him off. We found &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;ourselves&lt;/span&gt; outside. Was it all just a dream or did it really happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday the Bengals were stomped yet again, I went and played tennis with a group of people from my friend Ash's church. It was a lot of fun and we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;IHOP&lt;/span&gt; after I had to try the pumpkin pancakes. Ash wanted to see the movie Max Payne, and after showing me the preview. I decided to go and watch it after going home and walking the dog I returned to the theatre and watched the movie. It was alright don't get me wrong it just wasn't that great of a movie. Wow that was a long post I'll just stop now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222362362013048202-8160667731314941905?l=ballwitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballwitt.blogspot.com/feeds/8160667731314941905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222362362013048202&amp;postID=8160667731314941905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222362362013048202/posts/default/8160667731314941905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222362362013048202/posts/default/8160667731314941905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballwitt.blogspot.com/2008/10/weekend-fun.html' title='Weekend Fun'/><author><name>Ballwitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452168292218516250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NQ2hlamiGo0/R59iaYVzXsI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/DkD1LR6zyeA/S220/picnic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222362362013048202.post-4529726388580488449</id><published>2008-10-15T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T07:42:00.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouchy</title><content type='html'>Well I'm into my workout now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;although&lt;/span&gt; its quite painful. My first day is chest and biceps which is painful, day two is triceps and shoulders not so bad long as my shoulder doesn't hurt. Day three is back and abs the back muscles when you work them you don't even notice its the day after it gets you, and oh the by far most painful day 4 Legs. Legs are absolutely killing me today and I'm supposed to go lift the day one stuff. I am not 100% sure I am going to be able to today O the pain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. Oh yeah and just in case you missed it the Bengals are attempting to go 0-16 as my friend says 0-6 and well on there way. Well I better get back to work I have an inspection tomorrow for my robot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ug&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222362362013048202-4529726388580488449?l=ballwitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballwitt.blogspot.com/feeds/4529726388580488449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222362362013048202&amp;postID=4529726388580488449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222362362013048202/posts/default/4529726388580488449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222362362013048202/posts/default/4529726388580488449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballwitt.blogspot.com/2008/10/ouchy.html' title='Ouchy'/><author><name>Ballwitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452168292218516250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NQ2hlamiGo0/R59iaYVzXsI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/DkD1LR6zyeA/S220/picnic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222362362013048202.post-5283813199186068595</id><published>2008-10-13T12:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T07:38:10.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mon. Oct 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt; seems I've been slacking on this again its hard to get back into writing in this thing. Well Its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt; I finished a book last week not sure what it was called something about a cleaner. He was basically a person paid to clean up after jobs be it removal of dead bodies &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ect&lt;/span&gt;. It was actually a pretty interesting book I'll have to come back and add its title for those actually interested though nobody will be. Well I started reading a new book this week, The Broker by John &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Grisham&lt;/span&gt; its actually the second novel I've read by him. I think the other was about the a street lawyer well he didn't start out as a street lawyer but whatever. Its about a high powered Lawyer we'll call him a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lobbyist&lt;/span&gt;, who got some information about a secret &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;satellite&lt;/span&gt; system and basically got stuck in jail the CIA is supposedly hiding him (killing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Americans&lt;/span&gt; is supposed to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;fau&lt;/span&gt; pa but not in this book) CIA is actually just hiding him hoping to get some info out of him and basically leak where he's at and let someone else kill him later. Not sure whats actually going to happen yet. We'll leave my WOW playing out of this cause its not that important. But my friends account ended this weekend and he still hasn't lined up a real job that can pay the bills. Not sure what it is about him that keeps him from getting jobs. Eh. I am currently in the middle of Remodeling a bathroom. Well I forgot where I was going just got told I have a SIP audit on Thursday guess I should start cleaning up. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Laters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222362362013048202-5283813199186068595?l=ballwitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballwitt.blogspot.com/feeds/5283813199186068595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222362362013048202&amp;postID=5283813199186068595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222362362013048202/posts/default/5283813199186068595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222362362013048202/posts/default/5283813199186068595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballwitt.blogspot.com/2008/10/mon-oct-13.html' title='Mon. Oct 13'/><author><name>Ballwitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452168292218516250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NQ2hlamiGo0/R59iaYVzXsI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/DkD1LR6zyeA/S220/picnic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222362362013048202.post-8625332940236405205</id><published>2008-10-06T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T07:42:23.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oct, 6</title><content type='html'>Well today I have decided to try and piece together a background for Jules new campaign. Its still in the review process so we'll see how it comes out I'll be sure to post it on here when I finish. My brother finished his first Triathlon this weekend Kayaking, running, and biking. I am attempting to start training to run in a marathon though we'll see how it goes. I need some better kinda motivation plus my bum knee is quite a bum. Well apparently Andy doesn't like Brandon's gaming style (didn't know he had one myself) oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; what Andy has a problem with. Well I told him we should work on it but we'll see if he will let him play with us or not anymore. Though truthfully I'd prefer that he be able to come up and play so I don't have to drive all the time. I think that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Missy&lt;/span&gt; that's my dog for those of you that don't know finally has learned to use her Electric dog fence/collar. Though we still have some mishaps they are few and far between. I'll write more later but I'm tired today and this is where I'll stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222362362013048202-8625332940236405205?l=ballwitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ballwitt.blogspot.com/feeds/8625332940236405205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222362362013048202&amp;postID=8625332940236405205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222362362013048202/posts/default/8625332940236405205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222362362013048202/posts/default/8625332940236405205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ballwitt.blogspot.com/2008/10/oct-6.html' title='Oct, 6'/><author><name>Ballwitt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04452168292218516250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_NQ2hlamiGo0/R59iaYVzXsI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/DkD1LR6zyeA/S220/picnic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
