<?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-5908271</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:37:17.165-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Inside a. dean</title><subtitle type='html'>"Time to gather up the splinters, build a casket for my tears..."

</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakycam3.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908271/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakycam3.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shakycam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960660971023188149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/buddyicons/44907652@N00.jpg?1145750434'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908271.post-109947679773949876</id><published>2004-11-03T04:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T04:13:17.740-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomniacs Rant</title><summary type='text'>November 2, 20043:42AM CDTI have terrible insomnia. I woke up from a very bizarre nightmare about the Bush Junta pulling it off to see that they are pulling it off. I am incredibly depressed. Not nearly as depressed as I was when I heard about this whole “Moral Values” issue being the number one concern for voters and how Gay Marriage tops the list of concerns. Also how exit polls in eleven </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908271/posts/default/109947679773949876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908271/posts/default/109947679773949876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakycam3.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109947679773949876' title='Insomniacs Rant'/><author><name>Shakycam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960660971023188149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/buddyicons/44907652@N00.jpg?1145750434'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908271.post-109478785402570313</id><published>2004-09-09T22:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T22:44:14.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgiveness</title><summary type='text'>In Late March of 1996, one of the first truly warm days of that spring, I was doing a little cleaning and enjoying the breeze in my downstairs domain at mommy’s house, waiting for my friend Nick to pick me up and bring me to my second day at one of the worst jobs I ever had, as a fry cook at TGI Fridays. The phone rang, and gazing out the screen door at the melting snow, I answered it.I don’t </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908271/posts/default/109478785402570313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908271/posts/default/109478785402570313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakycam3.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109478785402570313' title='Forgiveness'/><author><name>Shakycam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960660971023188149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/buddyicons/44907652@N00.jpg?1145750434'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908271.post-109460943814200836</id><published>2004-09-07T20:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T21:10:38.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rampant Plagiarism</title><summary type='text'>I stole this from my friend Sarah's Blog.  Thought it was a good idea.Nine Layers Get to know me better:LAYER ONE:-- Name: Aaron-- Birth date: June 30th-- Current Location: Lauderdale, MN-- Eye Color: Green-- Hair Color: Brown-- Height: 5' 10"-- Right or Left Handed: Right-- Zodiac Sign: CancerLAYER TWO:-- Your heritage: Irish, Swedish, Norwegian-- The shoes you wore today: Brown</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908271/posts/default/109460943814200836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908271/posts/default/109460943814200836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakycam3.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109460943814200836' title='Rampant Plagiarism'/><author><name>Shakycam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960660971023188149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/buddyicons/44907652@N00.jpg?1145750434'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908271.post-109460792077072598</id><published>2004-09-07T20:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T20:45:20.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rampant Plagiarism</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908271/posts/default/109460792077072598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908271/posts/default/109460792077072598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakycam3.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109460792077072598' title='Rampant Plagiarism'/><author><name>Shakycam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960660971023188149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/buddyicons/44907652@N00.jpg?1145750434'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908271.post-109226626715764854</id><published>2004-08-11T18:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T18:20:20.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaron and the horrible, rotten, wretched and really bad day</title><summary type='text'>Here it is August 11th and I feel like it should be Friday the thirteenth. I have officially had one of those absolutely monumentally wretched days. I had forgotten what they were like. I was on a pretty good streak there for awhile, I guess.It started early this morning after my invigorating home yoga session (I’ve been practicing yoga on the sly the past week and a half) and decided to wear a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908271/posts/default/109226626715764854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908271/posts/default/109226626715764854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakycam3.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109226626715764854' title='Aaron and the horrible, rotten, wretched and really bad day'/><author><name>Shakycam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960660971023188149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/buddyicons/44907652@N00.jpg?1145750434'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908271.post-107335719349937327</id><published>2004-01-05T20:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T20:57:08.276-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you, Dave the Bloody and Carrie Bradshaw!!</title><summary type='text'>I just wanted to add one other New Year's Resolution that I didn't realize I was going to add until today.  On top of travel, weight loss and the privilege of driving I want to add one more very important one.  I want a fucking boyfriend!!  Anyone who knows me is probably shocked right now.  No more shocked than I am, believe me.  I have gone years resting on my laurels and repeating the mantra "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908271/posts/default/107335719349937327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908271/posts/default/107335719349937327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakycam3.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107335719349937327' title='Thank you, Dave the Bloody and Carrie Bradshaw!!'/><author><name>Shakycam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960660971023188149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/buddyicons/44907652@N00.jpg?1145750434'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908271.post-107315583891188650</id><published>2004-01-03T12:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-03T12:50:57.050-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year, New Me?</title><summary type='text'>At the risk of sounding incredibly cliche, I am hoping to make some major changes this year.  In the full spirit of that, I am on the South Beach Diet.  Two days and counting.  How is it?  Well, I can't really describe it.  I just feel weird.  Supposedly, it's my body breaking the addiction to all the crap, but I feel just... wrong.  This part only lasts a few days though, I heard.  Here's hoping</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908271/posts/default/107315583891188650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908271/posts/default/107315583891188650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakycam3.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107315583891188650' title='New Year, New Me?'/><author><name>Shakycam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960660971023188149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/buddyicons/44907652@N00.jpg?1145750434'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908271.post-107134351436344033</id><published>2003-12-13T13:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T09:54:36.803-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Dane who?" or "Damn You, David Boreanaz!!"</title><summary type='text'>Okay, despite what I said in my last post, I am feverishly working on ANOTHER fan fiction piece.  I'm a slave to the muse, I guess and apparently to Angel as well.  After the warm reception I got from "Branded" and "Bonded" another idea flew right into my little old brain.  This one involving Angel and someone new named Dale Arlington, Jr.  The story is called "Requiem" and I intend it to be the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908271/posts/default/107134351436344033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908271/posts/default/107134351436344033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakycam3.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107134351436344033' title='&quot;Dane who?&quot; or &quot;Damn You, David Boreanaz!!&quot;'/><author><name>Shakycam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960660971023188149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/buddyicons/44907652@N00.jpg?1145750434'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908271.post-107092828411218260</id><published>2003-12-08T18:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T18:04:56.126-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908271/posts/default/107092828411218260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908271/posts/default/107092828411218260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakycam3.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107092828411218260' title=''/><author><name>Shakycam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960660971023188149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/buddyicons/44907652@N00.jpg?1145750434'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908271.post-107092766342729086</id><published>2003-12-08T17:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T18:07:28.233-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Brand" and "Bond" and the forthcoming Dane Morgan</title><summary type='text'>Now, I'm an idiot.  Thanks to my good friend srhansen I finally have it, but I have been publishing this blog without titles for a really long time.  I thought srhansen was paying for hers and that's why hers, Terra Nomad, looked so much better than mine.  Anyhow, just a quick note to let y'all know that two brand new stories will be posted here very soon.  Tentatively titled "Brand" and its </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908271/posts/default/107092766342729086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908271/posts/default/107092766342729086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakycam3.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107092766342729086' title='&quot;Brand&quot; and &quot;Bond&quot; and the forthcoming Dane Morgan'/><author><name>Shakycam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960660971023188149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/buddyicons/44907652@N00.jpg?1145750434'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908271.post-106937430649833818</id><published>2003-11-20T18:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T18:00:38.300-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Savage Love Letter</title><summary type='text'>HERE'S A COPY OF THE LETTER I JUST SENT TO SAVAGE LOVE.  I'VE WRITTEN HIM BEFORE AND NEVER GOTTEN PUBLISHED SO I DON'T HOLD OUT MUCH HOPE, BUT HERE IT IS!!This metrosexual stuff has to stop!  Itâ€™s bad enough being a gay man and it being obvious who is gay and who is not through fashion-sense, grooming, etc without being a gay man who canâ€™t tell the damned difference anymore.  My gaydar is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908271/posts/default/106937430649833818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908271/posts/default/106937430649833818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakycam3.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106937430649833818' title='Savage Love Letter'/><author><name>Shakycam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960660971023188149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/buddyicons/44907652@N00.jpg?1145750434'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908271.post-106885609853923149</id><published>2003-11-14T18:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T18:01:15.033-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quick Note</title><summary type='text'>"Beyond the Cold" is up guys.  Once again.  Warnings, blah blah blah.  Also, no italics.  My computer is acting really funny and it won't let me highlight things with the mouse.  Obviously, this isn't the Director's Cut of the story.  Also, folks who aren't "Angel" fans won't know what the hell happens at the very, very end.  Ask me if you really wanna know.  Enjoy!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908271/posts/default/106885609853923149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908271/posts/default/106885609853923149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakycam3.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106885609853923149' title='A Quick Note'/><author><name>Shakycam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960660971023188149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/buddyicons/44907652@N00.jpg?1145750434'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908271.post-106885595899707377</id><published>2003-11-14T18:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T18:02:14.926-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Beyond the Cold" by a. dean</title><summary type='text'>The stains wonâ€™t come out.  I know that.  Needless to say, you become an expert on blood stains when youâ€™re a vampire.  The sheets are ruined, but it seems as though this is some kind of crude therapy for the boy, trying to wash my sheets.  And my clothes.  I havenâ€™t had such freshly-laundered and often-laundered clothes since Drusilla decided the four of us were royalty and needed servants</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908271/posts/default/106885595899707377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908271/posts/default/106885595899707377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakycam3.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106885595899707377' title='&quot;Beyond the Cold&quot; by a. dean'/><author><name>Shakycam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960660971023188149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/buddyicons/44907652@N00.jpg?1145750434'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908271.post-106817099789539085</id><published>2003-11-06T20:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T20:10:01.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Quick UpdateHey there.  Just to let you know the official title of my new story is "Beyond the Cold", not "Stains of Time".  It is in the very final approval stages with a few test readers.  I will be unleashing it either tomorrow or over the weekend.  Check back.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908271/posts/default/106817099789539085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908271/posts/default/106817099789539085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakycam3.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106817099789539085' title=''/><author><name>Shakycam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960660971023188149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/buddyicons/44907652@N00.jpg?1145750434'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908271.post-106800364586044114</id><published>2003-11-04T21:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T21:40:48.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Movies and TV and "Stains", oh my..."I forgot to put a couple of movies on that 2003 list from one of my last posts.  â€śCabin Feverâ€ť is giddy, gruesome and so much fun.  Not scary in the least; just gross and hilarious.  I absolutely donâ€™t want to ruin any of the big laughs, but I can just say stay through the credits.  Itâ€™s damn worth it.  â€śThirteenâ€ť was also a very good movie.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908271/posts/default/106800364586044114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908271/posts/default/106800364586044114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakycam3.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106800364586044114' title=''/><author><name>Shakycam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960660971023188149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/buddyicons/44907652@N00.jpg?1145750434'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908271.post-106749356361153020</id><published>2003-10-29T23:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T23:59:20.390-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Stains of Time"Status UpdateStill workin on it, guys.  Still don't know if it is fit for public consumption.  I'm working on a damned confounding part right now that makes me want to bang my head against a wall.  The muse seems to have abandoned me lately.  I'll keep ya updated.  I want this one DONE, dammit.  Want to move on but I have to see it through.  Stay tuned.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908271/posts/default/106749356361153020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908271/posts/default/106749356361153020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakycam3.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106749356361153020' title=''/><author><name>Shakycam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960660971023188149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/buddyicons/44907652@N00.jpg?1145750434'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908271.post-106749342224749733</id><published>2003-10-29T23:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T23:56:59.046-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Movies of 2003 (thus far)The Good, The Bad and the eeeewwwTime for another rant, I guess.  Partly because Iâ€™m bored and partly because I want to talk about movies.  Being unemployed for the better part of 2003 allowed me to see quite a few; more than I should have in some cases.  I saw just about every major Hollywood Summer Event movie and most of  them were passable at best, downright </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908271/posts/default/106749342224749733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908271/posts/default/106749342224749733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakycam3.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106749342224749733' title=''/><author><name>Shakycam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960660971023188149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/buddyicons/44907652@N00.jpg?1145750434'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908271.post-106680524555080688</id><published>2003-10-22T01:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T01:49:45.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New Story Soon!!Working title: "Stains of Time" Oh boy.  This one's a doozy, guys.  Very dark and disturbing.  I think I may have taken the whole dominant vampire thing a bit too far in this one.  Probably so disturbing because it is from Angelus' point of view.  May have to think long and hard (so to speak) about whether or not I am ready to unleash this one on innocent people.  It's a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908271/posts/default/106680524555080688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908271/posts/default/106680524555080688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakycam3.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106680524555080688' title=''/><author><name>Shakycam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960660971023188149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/buddyicons/44907652@N00.jpg?1145750434'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908271.post-106676558763435331</id><published>2003-10-21T14:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T14:46:27.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TV and the State of  Super Dating RealityA rant by a. deanTaking a cue from my good friend Sarah, I have decided to post a few of my own thoughts about the state of television these days.  Most people think that reality TV has raped and pillaged the scripted show, and I agree to a point.  If there was one genre of movies I could absolutely and completely get rid of with the wave of a hand it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908271/posts/default/106676558763435331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908271/posts/default/106676558763435331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakycam3.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106676558763435331' title=''/><author><name>Shakycam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960660971023188149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/buddyicons/44907652@N00.jpg?1145750434'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908271.post-106616693220368985</id><published>2003-10-14T16:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T13:18:00.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>â€śBuffy the Vampire Slayerâ€ťA rantOkay, I touched on this earlier in my blog, but prepare for my rant.  Hold onto your asses.  I now own 3 seasons of this amazing show and in total, have only seen the 4 seasons that are on DVD.  A year from this coming December the entire seven season series will be available.  I initially rented â€śBuffyâ€ť through Netflix because I just wanted to see what </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908271/posts/default/106616693220368985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908271/posts/default/106616693220368985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakycam3.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106616693220368985' title=''/><author><name>Shakycam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960660971023188149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/buddyicons/44907652@N00.jpg?1145750434'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908271.post-106611019814786616</id><published>2003-10-14T00:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T11:43:50.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My VampiresOkay, Iâ€™ve recently written about other peopleâ€™s take on vampires, obviously, to moderate success.  However, my version of them has never meshed exactly with the version I have read anywhere.  Since I have decided after the next and final visit to the Joss Whedon Buffy/Angel universe I am going to come up with characters of my own, I thought I would give you a preview of how I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908271/posts/default/106611019814786616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908271/posts/default/106611019814786616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakycam3.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106611019814786616' title=''/><author><name>Shakycam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960660971023188149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/buddyicons/44907652@N00.jpg?1145750434'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908271.post-106572283336491873</id><published>2003-10-09T13:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T11:45:08.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just a few notes on the psychological subtext of  "Elements of Destruction". You don't have to be a genius to figure them out, but here goes:WARNING:  SPOILERS AHEAD.  YOU MAY WANT TO READ THE STORY BEFORE YOU READ MY ARMCHAIR PSYCHOANALYSIS OF IT."Elements of Destruction"The three elements of Xander's destruction are silence, darkness and flames, but the main thing destroying him and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908271/posts/default/106572283336491873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908271/posts/default/106572283336491873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakycam3.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106572283336491873' title=''/><author><name>Shakycam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960660971023188149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/buddyicons/44907652@N00.jpg?1145750434'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908271.post-106568051620482590</id><published>2003-10-09T01:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T01:21:56.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay my new story is up.  Leaps and bounds beyond my last one, in my opinion.  Same pairing, I know.  Much darker and more demented and INFINITELY more violent.  Weak stomach?  Move on.  Quite a goodly amount of humor mixed in with all the sadism, though.  Really, it's worth a read.  See the Sunnydale Cliff Notes below for the Buffy-Impaired, sad, sad, souls that you are.  I swear, and this is a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908271/posts/default/106568051620482590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908271/posts/default/106568051620482590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakycam3.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106568051620482590' title=''/><author><name>Shakycam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960660971023188149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/buddyicons/44907652@N00.jpg?1145750434'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908271.post-106568008256334482</id><published>2003-10-09T01:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T01:14:42.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>â€śAs it is now and ever shall be...â€ťby a. deanRunning and hiding.  Changing my name and my look.  Leaving the past where it lay, forcing myself not to remember everyone back there.  My family, my friends, everyone.  Everyone I know that he has destroyed, in one way or another.  And it was all my fault.I have a new past now.  Jack Kingsley never lived in Sunnydale.  Jack Kingsley is from </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908271/posts/default/106568008256334482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908271/posts/default/106568008256334482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakycam3.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106568008256334482' title=''/><author><name>Shakycam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960660971023188149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/buddyicons/44907652@N00.jpg?1145750434'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908271.post-106551299937466821</id><published>2003-10-07T02:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T02:53:47.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EXCITING a. dean NEWSAn All-New Story Coming soon..."As it is now and ever shall be..." by a. deanAnother exciting and much nastier and darker take on the whole Xander/Angelus thing.  Probably the last one unless that pesky Angelus Muse doesn't stop biting me.  He is soo hard to say "No" to.  Hee hee  Stay tuned.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908271/posts/default/106551299937466821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908271/posts/default/106551299937466821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakycam3.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106551299937466821' title=''/><author><name>Shakycam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960660971023188149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/buddyicons/44907652@N00.jpg?1145750434'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908271.post-106550459517326476</id><published>2003-10-07T00:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T00:29:55.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay a few words about what comes below.  To the untrained eye, you will find nothing but my first attempt at "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" Slash fan fiction featuring my favorite pairing Angelus/Xander.  Look a little bit closer and you will see what ultimately became my salvation.  This seemingly harmless piece of fiction was the first coherent story I had written in over 8 years of complete and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908271/posts/default/106550459517326476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908271/posts/default/106550459517326476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakycam3.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106550459517326476' title=''/><author><name>Shakycam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960660971023188149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/buddyicons/44907652@N00.jpg?1145750434'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908271.post-106550423475266594</id><published>2003-10-07T00:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T02:25:12.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here are some Cliff Notes for the Buffy-impaired.  Everything you need to understand the trilogy below is here.Cliff NotesCharacters that have major speaking parts:Alexander Lavelle Harris (Xander):  High school senior at this point.  Sardonic member of the Scooby Gang.  Always has a wise-crack.  Encountered Angelus once before and has ALWAYS distrusted and despised Angel.  The reasons for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908271/posts/default/106550423475266594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908271/posts/default/106550423475266594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakycam3.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106550423475266594' title=''/><author><name>Shakycam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960660971023188149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/buddyicons/44907652@N00.jpg?1145750434'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908271.post-106550392829356372</id><published>2003-10-07T00:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T02:34:55.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Elements of Destruction:  A Trilogyby a. deanPART ONE: SilenceThe wind hurls a plastic bag against the living room window and Xander jumps.  Itâ€�s really picking up out there.  The chilly autumn breeze is a bit un-seasonal for Sunnydale, but not unheard of.  For all he knows, this could be the calling card of the Scooby Gangâ€™s next great and horrible foe, Mr. Freeze, a slimy octopus </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908271/posts/default/106550392829356372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908271/posts/default/106550392829356372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakycam3.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106550392829356372' title=''/><author><name>Shakycam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960660971023188149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/buddyicons/44907652@N00.jpg?1145750434'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908271.post-106550386230499360</id><published>2003-10-07T00:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T02:40:03.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PART TWO:  DarknessThe wind is pummeling the living room window, rattling a loose shingle on the roof.  The quarter moon peeks from behind fast-moving clouds, then disappears again.â€śWhat the hell does that mean?â€ťâ€śWhat?  Gilesâ€™ little vampire books didnâ€™t mention this?  Probably didnâ€™t.  How many members of the Council have sucked vampire cock and lived to tell about it?â€ť  A </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908271/posts/default/106550386230499360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908271/posts/default/106550386230499360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakycam3.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106550386230499360' title=''/><author><name>Shakycam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960660971023188149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/buddyicons/44907652@N00.jpg?1145750434'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908271.post-106550379048552517</id><published>2003-10-07T00:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T02:44:32.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PART THREE:FlamesXander is groggy and cold.  He blinks and realizes he must have fallen asleep again because the room is flickering with firelight and Angelus isnâ€™t beside him in the bed.  He gets out of the bed and winces.  He is sore all over.  He feels as though he is the recent, barely-alive survivor of a train wreck.  He finds his clothes folded neatly on an ancient chair by the bed, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908271/posts/default/106550379048552517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908271/posts/default/106550379048552517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakycam3.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106550379048552517' title=''/><author><name>Shakycam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11960660971023188149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/50/buddyicons/44907652@N00.jpg?1145750434'/></author></entry></feed>
