<?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-15812918</id><updated>2011-11-27T18:14:45.387-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Seventeenth Hour</title><subtitle type='html'>The thoughts and ramblings of an individual.  Nothing more, nothing less.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seventeenthhour.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15812918/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seventeenthhour.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Bloodless Savior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06585143385958429675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v428/acousticshredder/17hours.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15812918.post-7904156008895064818</id><published>2007-09-17T12:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T12:41:09.078-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Here and gone...</title><content type='html'>My day started out somewhat depressing with the news of the death of Robert Jordan, one of my favorite authors of all time.  He was the author of the massive fantasy epic "The Wheel Of Time", and lost his battle with amyloidosis this weekend.  While this was saddening, it wasn't completely unexpected.  The man was sick, and he lived a long and fruitful life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after I got back to work from lunch, I got a phone call from my wife in tears, asking if I had checked the Forum (the MikePortnoy.com forum that we both frequent) and to tell me that it was a joke.  Not understanding, I logged on, and the whole world stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our dear friend, Keith Kitchens, passed away.  From what, I don't know.  All we know so far (and I haven't checked the forum again yet) was that he was hospitalized with an illness, and passed away earlier today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm still in shock/denial, because I can't process this.  Part of me refuses to.  Keith wasn't supposed to die.  His Zi was supposed to move from China and they were supposed to get married.  He was supposed to be happy, goddamnit.  Not die in a fucking hospital room without his Zi.  Fuck, THIS WASN'T SUPPOSED TO FUCKING HAPPEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only condolence right now is that he's no longer hurting.  Keith dealt with a lot of shit in his life, most of which I won't comment on because it's not my business too.  But the man went through some dark fucking times in his life and came out on the other side.  Not many people can say that.  And now, after all that, he's gone.  It's not right, and it's not fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace, my friend.  While we never met in person, we shared a love for music, and I will carry that with me for the rest of my days.  I miss you already, Keith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15812918-7904156008895064818?l=seventeenthhour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seventeenthhour.blogspot.com/feeds/7904156008895064818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15812918&amp;postID=7904156008895064818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15812918/posts/default/7904156008895064818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15812918/posts/default/7904156008895064818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seventeenthhour.blogspot.com/2007/09/here-and-gone.html' title='Here and gone...'/><author><name>The Bloodless Savior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06585143385958429675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v428/acousticshredder/17hours.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15812918.post-7292713330554297863</id><published>2007-08-16T08:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T08:38:27.570-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Absolute genius...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In a violent place&lt;br /&gt;we can call our country&lt;br /&gt;There's a mixed up man&lt;br /&gt;and I guess thats me.&lt;br /&gt;The sun's in the sky&lt;br /&gt;but the storm never seems to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a place of sorrow&lt;br /&gt;that we call it a home.&lt;br /&gt;And the darkest thoughts&lt;br /&gt;yeah, I guess they're my own.&lt;br /&gt;There's wealth in the bank&lt;br /&gt;but there is nothing to show inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's cloudy now&lt;br /&gt;It's cloudy now&lt;br /&gt;It's cloudy now&lt;br /&gt;It's getting cloudy now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a special place&lt;br /&gt;that I call my life&lt;br /&gt;My father is cruel and he lost his wife.&lt;br /&gt;But i don't see either&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I live across the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a beautiful thing when it starts to rain.&lt;br /&gt;The man who drinks&lt;br /&gt;just to drown the pain.&lt;br /&gt;And I can't stop from dreaming of something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's cloudy now&lt;br /&gt;It's cloudy now&lt;br /&gt;It's cloudy now&lt;br /&gt;It's getting cloudy now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's cloudy now&lt;br /&gt;It's cloudy now&lt;br /&gt;It's cloudy now&lt;br /&gt;It's getting cloudy now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are a fucked up generation&lt;br /&gt;It's cloudy now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  -- Steven Wilson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15812918-7292713330554297863?l=seventeenthhour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seventeenthhour.blogspot.com/feeds/7292713330554297863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15812918&amp;postID=7292713330554297863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15812918/posts/default/7292713330554297863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15812918/posts/default/7292713330554297863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seventeenthhour.blogspot.com/2007/08/absolute-genius.html' title='Absolute genius...'/><author><name>The Bloodless Savior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06585143385958429675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v428/acousticshredder/17hours.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15812918.post-8790159903569643767</id><published>2007-06-01T09:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T09:07:22.539-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gears Are Turning Once More</title><content type='html'>This post goes out to the three people who read this blog (my wife and two online friends).  Without the three of you, I wouldn't know the three of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing again!  Now that I have some new gear, I have been writing the kind of music I grew up listening to.  METAL!  And it's going good.  I have to thank my wife and my mother-in-law, however, because it is all their doing.  My wife was going to buy me a GarageBand controller from the Apple Store but was told that it isn't what I would want it for (which was true), so my wife told me to go buy what I needed.  What I purchased was a Line 6 POD 2.0.  Yeah, yeah, I bought it myself, but she told me to, and if she hadn't, I never would've purchased it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my mother-in-law, bless her heart, purchased me a brand new Ibanez RG4EX and hard case from Guitar Center.  I suppose I should also thank my friend Cole for hooking me up with his copy of Cubase LE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm writing and recording again.  I've got a start of a new tune which is coming together nicely, and you can check it out at any of the three Music links on the right.  It's called "Desolation" because I thought it was a cool sounding name for a song.  Only about a minute long as it's just a couple ideas thrown together really quick, and the tone isn't where I'd like it to be, but it's there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to continue writing and recording.  Awesome, awesome times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15812918-8790159903569643767?l=seventeenthhour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seventeenthhour.blogspot.com/feeds/8790159903569643767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15812918&amp;postID=8790159903569643767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15812918/posts/default/8790159903569643767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15812918/posts/default/8790159903569643767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seventeenthhour.blogspot.com/2007/06/gears-are-turning-once-more.html' title='Gears Are Turning Once More'/><author><name>The Bloodless Savior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06585143385958429675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v428/acousticshredder/17hours.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15812918.post-1247407932168692174</id><published>2007-05-01T15:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T16:10:33.512-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 14px;"&gt;You come to me&lt;br /&gt;Asking for truth&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to hear&lt;br /&gt;What I can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll never see&lt;br /&gt;What you've become&lt;br /&gt;Refuse to change&lt;br /&gt;Your father's son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't tell you what you should do&lt;br /&gt;It's not my place to run your life&lt;br /&gt;All you can do is make your own mistakes&lt;br /&gt;All I can do is hope you don't fall on the knife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be your broken Jesus&lt;br /&gt;I won't save you from yourself&lt;br /&gt;I can't be your broken Jesus&lt;br /&gt;I can't heal what you can't accept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be your broken Jesus&lt;br /&gt;I've been down that road before&lt;br /&gt;I can't be your broken Jesus&lt;br /&gt;You need to find the open door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could say&lt;br /&gt;What's in my head&lt;br /&gt;You'd swear me off&lt;br /&gt;You'd want me dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never were that good and handling shame&lt;br /&gt;But then again, neither was I&lt;br /&gt;The difference is I learned to deal with my pain&lt;br /&gt;And all you've done is become the one you despise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be your broken Jesus&lt;br /&gt;I won't save you from yourself&lt;br /&gt;I can't be your broken Jesus&lt;br /&gt;I can't heal what you won't accept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be your broken Jesus&lt;br /&gt;I've been down that road before&lt;br /&gt;I can't be your broken Jesus&lt;br /&gt;You need to find the open door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I have some history&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not quite giving up&lt;br /&gt;But I just don't know what to say anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You claim you care for others&lt;br /&gt;You think you've grown up&lt;br /&gt;You couldn't be farther from the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be your broken Jesus&lt;br /&gt;I won't save you from yourself&lt;br /&gt;I can't be your broken Jesus&lt;br /&gt;You can't heal what you can't accept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be your broken Jesus&lt;br /&gt;I've been down that road before&lt;br /&gt;I can't be your broken Jesus&lt;br /&gt;And I can't open that door&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15812918-1247407932168692174?l=seventeenthhour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seventeenthhour.blogspot.com/feeds/1247407932168692174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15812918&amp;postID=1247407932168692174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15812918/posts/default/1247407932168692174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15812918/posts/default/1247407932168692174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seventeenthhour.blogspot.com/2007/05/broken-jesus.html' title='Broken Jesus'/><author><name>The Bloodless Savior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06585143385958429675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v428/acousticshredder/17hours.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15812918.post-1636492567415684007</id><published>2007-04-30T15:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T15:22:33.058-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing Of The Guard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7rwslMeT8s/RjZbcJMOqWI/AAAAAAAAABM/Cd1Ygg-5XbM/s1600-h/foabp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7rwslMeT8s/RjZbcJMOqWI/AAAAAAAAABM/Cd1Ygg-5XbM/s320/foabp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059331770459007330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For many years, the band &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.dreamtheater.net/"&gt;Dream Theater&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; was my favorite band.  I was introduced to them in either my junior or senior year in high school, and for many years, I never looked back.  Lately, however, I have been enjoying their output less and less.  I've been drawing away from their style of music, and being drawn more towards the band known as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.porcupinetree.com/"&gt;Porcupine Tree&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.myspace.com/porcupinetree"&gt;myspace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This outfit is led by the, dare I say, musical genius &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.swhq.co.uk/"&gt;Stephen Wilson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.myspace.com/therealstevenwilson"&gt;myspace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;).  His style is somewhat reminscent of the alternative movement of the 90's with a heavy Beatles-esque influence (which is really odd as I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; the Beatles).  Then again, his style is very unique in that you can't really put a label on it.  Progressive?  Sometimes.  Ambient?  Often.  Poppy?  Yep.  Heavy?  Definitely.  I guess I'm at a point in my life where I now signify with the music he writes than with anyone else.  Dream Theater, on the other hand, have become almost predictable (ironic considering their genre) in their songwriting, and I just don't feel it anymore.  Their last three albums have had only a handful of songs I like, where as everything up through "Scenes From A Memory" was perfect from start to finish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So Porcupine Tree is quickly replacing Dream Theater as my favorite band.  I even cancelled the pre-order I placed of their new album "Systematic Chaos" because I just don't get it anymore.  They released a "single" of sorts, and it's just more of the same pointless wankering that I'm just not into anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So here's to you, Mr. Wilson and the Tree.  Here's the torch that Dream Theater carried for so long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15812918-1636492567415684007?l=seventeenthhour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seventeenthhour.blogspot.com/feeds/1636492567415684007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15812918&amp;postID=1636492567415684007' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15812918/posts/default/1636492567415684007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15812918/posts/default/1636492567415684007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seventeenthhour.blogspot.com/2007/04/changing-of-guard.html' title='Changing Of The Guard'/><author><name>The Bloodless Savior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06585143385958429675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v428/acousticshredder/17hours.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-7rwslMeT8s/RjZbcJMOqWI/AAAAAAAAABM/Cd1Ygg-5XbM/s72-c/foabp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15812918.post-2423863703140121451</id><published>2007-04-30T14:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T14:55:29.833-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Resurrection</title><content type='html'>I am resurrecting this blog as I feel that it's time for me to share my thoughts.  Those thoughts may take any shape.  From mindless obscurity to personal insights, to music that is really speaking to me, to something that might be pissing me off...  Anything goes this time around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have, of late, been getting more into my creative side.  I'm playing guitar more (thanks to the amazing generosity of my mother-in-law who purchased me a brand new Ibanez RG4EX, pics to come), and even writing music again.  I am also writing on the literature end of things, thanks in part (hell, in whole) to my good friend Cole, who is always there with a fucked-up idea to turn into a cinematic event of some kind, and he always manages to pique my interest enough to get my gears a moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also now officially a webmaster!  Heroes Of The Internet we like to call ourselves in our little part of the office.  It's challenging me to be more creative visually, which is an area I've been sorely lacking in.  And I like that.  I like to be challenged.  The guys I work with are some of the coolest people to work with, and I'm not saying that because they'll be reading this; it's true.  We click really well together, we share that odd sense of humor that makes geeks who they are.  It's a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15812918-2423863703140121451?l=seventeenthhour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seventeenthhour.blogspot.com/feeds/2423863703140121451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15812918&amp;postID=2423863703140121451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15812918/posts/default/2423863703140121451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15812918/posts/default/2423863703140121451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seventeenthhour.blogspot.com/2007/04/resurrection.html' title='A Resurrection'/><author><name>The Bloodless Savior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06585143385958429675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v428/acousticshredder/17hours.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15812918.post-112503193606888068</id><published>2005-08-25T22:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T22:52:16.073-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoa... a blog and stuff</title><content type='html'>Okay, so my wife started a blog of her own (see sidebar for linkage, yo) and it got me wondering if it would be a cool thing to do or not, so I figured "What the hell" and signed up.  Not sure what I'll be posting or how often, but I'll give it a shot.  I usually have about a thousand things running through my head at one time, so maybe I'll have an outlet now.  We'll see.  Journals have never really worked for me, I just never really got into them.  But I'm a computer geek, so maybe this will be different.  I'm gonna putz around with my settings and shit and most likely come back and spew some stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15812918-112503193606888068?l=seventeenthhour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seventeenthhour.blogspot.com/feeds/112503193606888068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15812918&amp;postID=112503193606888068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15812918/posts/default/112503193606888068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15812918/posts/default/112503193606888068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seventeenthhour.blogspot.com/2005/08/whoa-blog-and-stuff.html' title='Whoa... a blog and stuff'/><author><name>The Bloodless Savior</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06585143385958429675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v428/acousticshredder/17hours.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
