<?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-7393667</id><updated>2011-04-27T21:26:22.981+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Stevie Experience</title><subtitle type='html'>This is where I show all you fine people out there just what I do with my day, and this is also where I demonstrate my complete lack of spelling ability!&lt;br&gt;
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Lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109750329647094582?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109750329647094582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109750329647094582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109750329647094582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109750329647094582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/10/woah.html' title='Woah!'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109734084555568814</id><published>2004-10-09T17:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T17:54:05.556+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Anonymous is back</title><content type='html'>Well hello everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading back through my posts again and I came across &lt;a href="http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/10/hear-ye-hear-ye.html#comments" target="_blank"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. Go ahead, read it and then get back to me, I'll be waiting here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read it? Good. Now there is something that I can't quite put my finger on but I believe that "Anonymous" is feeling slightly hostile towards me! I do believe he has something against me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm not normally one to give a shit, but if you wanna attack me, my character and my integrity you do it TO MY FACE. If you know me in real life, you confront me in real life. If you don't know me in real life then you don't know me at all. Who the fuck are you to decide you can judge me or you are better than me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even after all that you still decide you wanna start something against me, at least put it somewhere we can see it and read it. I mean there's a perfectly capable HaloScan comment line right there. Use that. Stop hiding in the blogger comments which are never read. You can even keep your precious anonymity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stevie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109734084555568814?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109734084555568814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109734084555568814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109734084555568814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109734084555568814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/10/anonymous-is-back.html' title='Anonymous is back'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109733402501190265</id><published>2004-10-09T15:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T16:57:41.646+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I really should blog more...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.hitthejagspot.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;JaG&lt;/a&gt; has been giving out to me recently &lt;em&gt;(:p)&lt;/em&gt; because I haven't been blogging very often as of late. And you know what, she's absolutely right!! Just because I'm back in college, that's no excuse not to blog. In fact it's probably an excellent reason to blog even more. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Stevie's Adventures in College : The Final Year"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from now on, I promise to try to blog more... and if I fail you have my full permission to beat me with a stick. A big stick. A big, pointy stick. A big, pointy stick covered in flesh-eating ants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stevie&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109733402501190265?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109733402501190265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109733402501190265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109733402501190265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109733402501190265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-really-should-blog-more.html' title='I really should blog more...'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109732622675272491</id><published>2004-10-09T13:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T13:50:26.753+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My Alphabet</title><content type='html'>Once again, shamelessly nicked from &lt;a href="http://www.hitthejagspot.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;JaG&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;em&gt;(told ya I'd nick it! ;) )&lt;/em&gt; Although I did change it slightly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt; bad start to the day, I was late for work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;B&lt;/b&gt;ananas. I hate bananas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;C&lt;/b&gt;an't remember much of Thursday night and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;D&lt;/b&gt;on't think that I want to!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;E&lt;/b&gt;dible. Something I wish the food in my fridge would stay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;F&lt;/b&gt;eeling feckin' fantastic now though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;G&lt;/b&gt;reat big ball of fluff. (My cat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;H&lt;/b&gt;owlin. That's what the h stands for in stevie-&lt;b&gt;h&lt;/b&gt;.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ireland!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;J&lt;/b&gt;udge Judy. World's Stupidest Show &amp;copy;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;K&lt;/b&gt;eira Knightly. Mmmmmmmmmmm......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;L&lt;/b&gt;ife is mightly confusing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;M&lt;/b&gt;y Mother, the most important person in my life right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;N&lt;/b&gt;aughty by nature, nice by choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;O&lt;/b&gt;ranges. Banana's evil step brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P&lt;/b&gt;atrick, my middle name (Nice and Irish!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q&lt;/b&gt;uality blogging. Something I really should do more of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;R&lt;/b&gt;abbits. Great big hairy Rabbits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;tevie. Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;T&lt;/b&gt;ime. Something I never have enough of!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;U&lt;/b&gt;hmmmmmm......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;V&lt;/b&gt;itamins. I really should get more vitimins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;W&lt;/b&gt;exford. My county and my pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;X&lt;/b&gt;tremely happy to be nearly finished this list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Y&lt;/b&gt;elling. Something I often feel like doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Z&lt;/b&gt;ero times anything is zero. Now don't tell me I'm not educational!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109732622675272491?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109732622675272491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109732622675272491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109732622675272491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109732622675272491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/10/my-alphabet.html' title='My Alphabet'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109691011033721687</id><published>2004-10-04T18:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T18:15:10.336+01:00</updated><title type='text'>nWo 4 life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/nWo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:6BF52A52-394A-11D3-B153-00C04F79FAA6" id="nWo" width="245" height="62"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 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 &lt;param name="SAMIStyle" value&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="SAMILang" value&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="SAMIFilename" value&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="captioningID" value&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="enableErrorDialogs" value="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="_cx" value="6482"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="_cy" value="6350"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109691011033721687?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109691011033721687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109691011033721687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109691011033721687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109691011033721687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/10/nwo-4-life.html' title='&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;nWo 4 life&lt;/div&gt;'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109672142357934652</id><published>2004-10-02T13:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T16:28:57.256+01:00</updated><title type='text'>HEAR YE, HEAR YE!</title><content type='html'>Now hear this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following on from &lt;a href="http://www.haloscan.com/comments/delux316/109630921912015539#36564" target="_blank"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.haloscan.com/comments/lolawolf/109628443441834993#200575" target="_blank"&gt;conversations&lt;/a&gt; and after a great idea from &lt;a href="http://www.hitthejagspot.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;JaG&lt;/a&gt;, myself and the always lovely &lt;a href="http://lolawolf.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Lola Wolf&lt;/a&gt; have decided to do soemthing strange!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically we want to get to know each other &lt;em&gt;intimately&lt;/em&gt; ;) Unfortunately, I live in Ireland and she lives in Oz! So we need your help!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please click on the button on my sidebar and donate what you can to the fund! Every donation we get brings us that much closer to each other!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sure if it doesn't work out, it's all fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stevie ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;EDIT:&lt;/b&gt; Oh and everything she says about ME being innocent and teaching ME a thing or two is all lies! She's got it backwards!! ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109672142357934652?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109672142357934652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109672142357934652' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109672142357934652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109672142357934652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/10/hear-ye-hear-ye.html' title='HEAR YE, HEAR YE!'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109670814315375921</id><published>2004-10-02T09:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T13:03:37.933+01:00</updated><title type='text'>And now for the pictures! Pt.3</title><content type='html'>Especially for &lt;a href="http://ontopof-theworld.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Jenny&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/lounge.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lounging-around-the-house gear. My Aston Villa jersey and my tracksuit pants. All I need to relax! (Here being expertly modeled an up-and-coming young model, M.Y.Chair!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/bed.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I watch TV from... my bed! Ah but it's a lovely place to watch TV from! You can also see my Simpsons posters!&lt;br /&gt;Oh and in case anyone's wondering, this is my tv:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/system.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/bathroom.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bathroom (which ironically, doesn't have a bath!). This picture is taken just to the right of the toilet picture below. You can see the shower, the sink, the window, the towel and my toothbrushes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109670814315375921?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109670814315375921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109670814315375921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109670814315375921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109670814315375921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/10/and-now-for-pictures-pt3.html' title='And now for the pictures! &lt;em&gt;Pt.3&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109670701221667653</id><published>2004-10-02T09:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T09:50:12.216+01:00</updated><title type='text'>And now for the pictures! Pt.2</title><content type='html'>Especially for &lt;a href="http://www.hitthejagspot.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;JustAgirl&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/shoes.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite shoes! I've had them for ages and wear them everywhere. They're beginning to show their age now but I can't bring myself to throw them out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/toilet.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The toilet. Lid left up (as usual) by one of my housemates. Very clean, we don't stand for filth in this house!! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture of me as a baby will have to wait until next week I'm afraid, I haven't had a chance to go home yet to get it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109670701221667653?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109670701221667653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109670701221667653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109670701221667653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109670701221667653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/10/and-now-for-pictures-pt2.html' title='And now for the pictures! &lt;em&gt;Pt.2&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109670650139609247</id><published>2004-10-02T09:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T09:41:41.396+01:00</updated><title type='text'>And now for the pictures! Pt.1</title><content type='html'>Especially for &lt;a href="http://www.greendezire.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Andy&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/workplace-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my work space at home in my room. The place where I do most of my college stuff and anything else I need to do! You will notice in the pic:&lt;br /&gt; - the laptop (d'oh!)&lt;br /&gt; - 2 bottles of deodrant (one empty, one full)&lt;br /&gt; - 2 decks of "Magic: The Gathering"&lt;br /&gt; - 20 or so infantry models&lt;br /&gt; - 1 tank model&lt;br /&gt; - 1 iPod USB cable&lt;br /&gt;I could show you my desk at work, but then I'd have to kill you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/bigtoe.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my big toe... erm... and what a toe it is! My big toe... on the right... my toe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/outside.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my back garden. Sorry the image looks so crappy, I must've taken it during the rare two seconds of sun we had yesterday!! You should be able to make out the small wall, the table and the back wall. I'll try to get a better one today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109670650139609247?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109670650139609247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109670650139609247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109670650139609247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109670650139609247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/10/and-now-for-pictures-pt1.html' title='And now for the pictures! &lt;em&gt;Pt.1&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109656855564860246</id><published>2004-09-30T19:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T19:22:35.650+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Another fucking migraine</title><content type='html'>My head is throbbing, I can't see out of my right eye and I feel like I'm gonna throw up. Fucking migraines. And I got to do a project for college, that's why I'm online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is fucking with my life now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109656855564860246?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109656855564860246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109656855564860246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109656855564860246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109656855564860246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/09/another-fucking-migraine.html' title='Another fucking migraine'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109655467469079877</id><published>2004-09-30T15:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T10:11:25.763+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture me this, picture me that...</title><content type='html'>A meme shamlessly nicked from &lt;a href="http://www.greendezire.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Andy&lt;/a&gt;'s blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Think of 3 pictures you'd like to see. Leave whatever you'd like to see in the comments. Things around my house, or whatever .... something I can take a picture of easily. I'll post them as the requests come in. If I can't, or won't, take a picture of something you've requested, I'll let you know.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be creative!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh by the way,  I only have a web cam to be taking the pictures with (sadly no digital camera) so some of the quality mightn't be up to scratch, sorry!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stevie ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109655467469079877?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109655467469079877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109655467469079877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109655467469079877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109655467469079877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/09/picture-me-this-picture-me-that.html' title='Picture me this, picture me that...'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109648367496694065</id><published>2004-09-29T19:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T19:47:54.966+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My mother likes wrestling....?!</title><content type='html'>I was listening to some music a week ago when I was at home in my parents house. I (as usual) had the music on random, so I didn't know what the next song would be. The next song to come on was Bret Hart's old WWF theme tune "Hitman". I was listening away to this when my mother walks in and asks what it is. I tell her and then she says that it's a lovely song! What...?! My mother thinks a wrestling song is lovely?! Am I hearing things? No, she assured me, she was sincere! Well I was shocked, wonders will never cease!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I love the song, so here it is for you all to enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:6BF52A52-394A-11D3-B153-00C04F79FAA6" id="BretHart" width="245" height="62"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="URL" value="http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/BretHart-Hitman.mp3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="rate" value="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="balance" value="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="currentPosition" value="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="defaultFrame" value&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="playCount" value="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="autoStart" value="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="currentMarker" value="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="invokeURLs" value="-1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="baseURL" value&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="volume" value="100"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="mute" value="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="uiMode" value="full"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="stretchToFit" value="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="windowlessVideo" value="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="enabled" value="-1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="enableContextMenu" value="-1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="fullScreen" value="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="SAMIStyle" value&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="SAMILang" value&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="SAMIFilename" value&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="captioningID" value&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="enableErrorDialogs" value="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="_cx" value="6482"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="_cy" value="6350"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109648367496694065?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109648367496694065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109648367496694065' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109648367496694065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109648367496694065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/09/my-mother-likes-wrestling.html' title='My mother likes wrestling....?!'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109648295131264342</id><published>2004-09-29T18:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T19:35:51.313+01:00</updated><title type='text'>So very tired...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/tired.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A full day of college (7 one-hour lectures in a row),&lt;br /&gt;Indoor soccer (1 hour of pure energy exertion),&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm in work (4 hours of mind-numbing boredom).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I didn't get to bed very early last night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawn.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stevie ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109648295131264342?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109648295131264342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109648295131264342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109648295131264342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109648295131264342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/09/so-very-tired.html' title='So very tired...'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109639535482684303</id><published>2004-09-28T19:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T19:15:54.893+01:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh...</title><content type='html'>today is &lt;a href="http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/08/weekend-from-hell.html"&gt;Claire&lt;/a&gt;'s birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd think I'd be over it by now, wouldn't you? :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109639535482684303?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109639535482684303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109639535482684303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109639535482684303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109639535482684303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/09/sigh_28.html' title='sigh...'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109630921912015539</id><published>2004-09-27T19:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T19:20:19.120+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I really, really, really, REALLY hate...</title><content type='html'>...enforced celibacy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Optional celibacy is fine. It makes me feel better about myself sometimes. And sometimes it gives me the upper hand (**evil laugh**), but enforced celibacy sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't gotten any in 2 and a half months now and I'm getting sooooooo horny! I swear to ya, that hole in the couch is getting more and more attractive every time I see it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stevie ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109630921912015539?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109630921912015539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109630921912015539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109630921912015539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109630921912015539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-really-really-really-really-hate.html' title='I really, really, really, REALLY hate...'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109630708433349997</id><published>2004-09-27T18:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T18:46:23.073+01:00</updated><title type='text'>5 things I don't understand...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;stolen from &lt;a href="http://www.hitthejagspot.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;JaG&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://lolawolf.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Lola Wolf&lt;/a&gt; Thank you peeps! ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;five things I don't understand&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; Women&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; Women&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; Women&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; Women&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; Women&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;) ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; Who decided what was a fruit and what was a vegetable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; Why I can't wiggle my ears (I have such silly sticky-outy ones!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; Why women must go to the bathroom in groups of two or more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; Bananas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;Women&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109630708433349997?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109630708433349997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109630708433349997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109630708433349997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109630708433349997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/09/5-things-i-dont-understand.html' title='5 things I don&apos;t understand...'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109620308982407825</id><published>2004-09-26T13:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T13:51:29.826+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm shocked!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/shocked.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No particular reason, I just am!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109620308982407825?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109620308982407825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109620308982407825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109620308982407825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109620308982407825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/09/im-shocked.html' title='I&apos;m shocked!!'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109620124127805245</id><published>2004-09-26T13:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T13:20:41.276+01:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG!! LOL!</title><content type='html'>I was reading back over some of my recent post and their comments and I came across a comment I hadn't read before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;your a chicken shit, start the fight then run off?? muppet&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous | 09.24.04 - 9:52 am | &lt;a href="http://www.haloscan.com/comments/delux316/109542693701036657#35253"&gt;#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me or does anyone else see the irony of someone hiding behind the "Anonymous" name and then calling &lt;u&gt;ME&lt;/u&gt; a chicken shit?! Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stevie ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109620124127805245?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109620124127805245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109620124127805245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109620124127805245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109620124127805245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/09/omg-lol_26.html' title='OMG!! LOL!'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109619370890134927</id><published>2004-09-26T11:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T11:15:08.900+01:00</updated><title type='text'>In response to the recent trend of penial and boobie naming...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=left bgcolor=#F6E5CE&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style='color:black; font-size: 12pt;'&gt;Your Penis Name is: &lt;b&gt;100% All-beef Thermometer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/penisname.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Get your own Penis Name&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109619370890134927?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109619370890134927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109619370890134927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109619370890134927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109619370890134927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/09/in-response-to-recent-trend-of-penial.html' title='In response to the recent trend of penial and boobie naming...'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109619135605254918</id><published>2004-09-26T10:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T13:43:14.110+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Loads of stuff about.... me!</title><content type='html'>Thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.greendezire.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Andy&lt;/a&gt; for the questionaire! Deep breath and read on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Firsts&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First best friend: &lt;/strong&gt;John, in primary school when I was five&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First car:&lt;/strong&gt; Ah.... I don't drive yet!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First real kiss:&lt;/strong&gt; I was 17, in the school disco. She had asked me her friends to ask my friends to ask me out, so I must have done something right! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First break-up:&lt;/strong&gt; That girl. Two days later. Apperantly I wasn't &amp;quot;physical&amp;quot; enough for her!! Boy, she'd really love me nowadays! Although I hear she's gay now. Who knew?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First screen name: &lt;/strong&gt;same as always; delux316&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First self purchased album:&lt;/strong&gt; The Chocolate Starfish and the Hotdog Flavoured Water by Limp Bizkit&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First funeral:&lt;/strong&gt; A friend of mine who committed suicide five years ago&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First pets:&lt;/strong&gt; A black labrador, called Shane&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First piercing/tattoo:&lt;/strong&gt; Not yet!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First credit card:&lt;/strong&gt; Don't have one&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First true love:&lt;/strong&gt; Still waiting...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First enemy:&lt;/strong&gt; A lad at school. We hated each other. It was common knowledge in the playground. You couldn't be friends with both of us!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First big trip:&lt;/strong&gt; School tour to Switzerland&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First music you remember hearing in your house:&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;quot;The Walk of Life&amp;quot; by Dire Straits&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Lasts&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last cigarette:&lt;/strong&gt; A few years ago I'd say!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last car ride:&lt;/strong&gt; Last night from real home to college home!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last kiss:&lt;/strong&gt; Yesterday week from... oh dear, I don't remember her name! Lol!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last good cry:&lt;/strong&gt; During the &lt;a href="http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/08/weekend-from-hell.html"&gt;Weekend from Hell&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last library book checked out:&lt;/strong&gt; Lol!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last book bought:&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;quot;How Few Remain&amp;quot; by Harry Turtledove. What would have happened if the South had won the American Civil War...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last movie seen in cinema:&lt;/strong&gt; Collateral&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last beverage drank:&lt;/strong&gt; Coffee&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last food consumed:&lt;/strong&gt; Sausage in a soup roll&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last crush:&lt;/strong&gt; A good friend&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last phone call:&lt;/strong&gt; My mom, about my dentist's appointment&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last time showered:&lt;/strong&gt; Last night&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last shoes worn:&lt;/strong&gt; Wednesday night going clubbing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last item bought:&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;euro;10 credit for my phone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last annoyance:&lt;/strong&gt; My damn mouth aching after the dentist&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last time wanting to die:&lt;/strong&gt; Not my style&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last time scolded:&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;quot;YOU'VE SPENT HOW MUCH?!&amp;quot; &amp;copy; 2004 My Mother &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Relationships&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who are your best friends?&lt;/strong&gt; Davy and Sarah. Now if I could just get them to talk to each other things would be great!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend?&lt;/strong&gt; No&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Fashionstuff&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;where is your favorite place to shop?&lt;/strong&gt; Waterford&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Specifics&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do you do drugs?&lt;/strong&gt; Never&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what kind of shampoo do you use?&lt;/strong&gt; Head&amp;amp;Shoulders&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what are you most scared of?&lt;/strong&gt; Falling&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what are you listening to right now?&lt;/strong&gt; Wonderboy by Tenacious D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;where do you want to get married?&lt;/strong&gt; Here in Ireland&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how many buddies are online right now?&lt;/strong&gt; exactly none&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what would you change about yourself?&lt;/strong&gt; I'd like to be less arrogant&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Favourites&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;color:&lt;/strong&gt; Black&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;food:&lt;/strong&gt; pizza!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;boys&amp;#8217; names:&lt;/strong&gt; Jake&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;girls&amp;#8217; names:&lt;/strong&gt; Sarah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;subjects in school:&lt;/strong&gt; Maths&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;animals:&lt;/strong&gt; Dogs &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sports:&lt;/strong&gt; American football&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;perfume:&lt;/strong&gt; None&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cologne:&lt;/strong&gt; Ditto &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;haveyouever&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;given anyone a bath?&lt;/strong&gt; I've showered with someone, does that count?! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;smoked?&lt;/strong&gt; A few cigs, couple of years ago&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bungee jumped?&lt;/strong&gt; Not yet!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;made yourself throw up?&lt;/strong&gt; Yup, trying to out of going to school!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;skinny dipped?&lt;/strong&gt; Nope&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;been in love?&lt;/strong&gt; yeah, unfortunately&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;made yourself cry to get out of trouble?&lt;/strong&gt; Haha, no!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pictured your crush naked?&lt;/strong&gt; Hasn't everyone?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;actually seen your crush naked?&lt;/strong&gt; Sadly not&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cried when someone died?&lt;/strong&gt; Of course&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lied?&lt;/strong&gt; possibly, who's asking?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fallen for your best friend?&lt;/strong&gt; unfortunately, yes again!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;been rejected?&lt;/strong&gt; Often! I've stopped being surprised by it!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rejected someone?&lt;/strong&gt; Yes &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;used someone?&lt;/strong&gt; Never knowingly&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;done something you regret?&lt;/strong&gt; Constantly!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;current&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;clothes:&lt;/strong&gt; T-shirt, jeans and runners, all blue!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;music:&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;quot;One of a Kind&amp;quot; by Breaking Point&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;make-up:&lt;/strong&gt; Nope!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;annoyance:&lt;/strong&gt; Work!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;smell:&lt;/strong&gt; That terrible office smell!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;favorite artist Painter or Muscian?&lt;/strong&gt; No idea!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;desktop picture:&lt;/strong&gt; Planet Coutin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CD in player:&lt;/strong&gt; WWF Forceable Entry&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dvd in player:&lt;/strong&gt; Father Ted Series 3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;color of toenails:&lt;/strong&gt; regular&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;lastperson&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you touched:&lt;/strong&gt; A friend from work&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hugged:&lt;/strong&gt; ditto&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you imed:&lt;/strong&gt; JaG!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you kissed:&lt;/strong&gt; can't remember her name!! Ooooh, I'm a bastard!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;areyou&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;understanding:&lt;/strong&gt; I try to be&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;open-minded:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;arrogant:&lt;/strong&gt; It's like you know me!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;insecure:&lt;/strong&gt; Constantly!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;interesting:&lt;/strong&gt; Nah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hungry:&lt;/strong&gt; I just had breakfast&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;smart:&lt;/strong&gt; Yup&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;moody:&lt;/strong&gt; Yup!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hardworking:&lt;/strong&gt; Not really!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;organized:&lt;/strong&gt; God no!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;healthy:&lt;/strong&gt; as healthy as can be expected!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shy:&lt;/strong&gt; Very&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;attractive:&lt;/strong&gt; you tell me!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bored easily:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh hell yeah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;responsible:&lt;/strong&gt; yes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;obsessed:&lt;/strong&gt; No&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;angry:&lt;/strong&gt; Nope&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sad:&lt;/strong&gt; Nope!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;disappointed:&lt;/strong&gt; No&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy:&lt;/strong&gt; In my own way!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hyper:&lt;/strong&gt; Nope&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;trusting:&lt;/strong&gt; I think naive would be a better word for me!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;talkative:&lt;/strong&gt; Not at first, but get to know me and it's impossible to shut me up!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;legal:&lt;/strong&gt; I hope so!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;whodoyouwanna&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kill:&lt;/strong&gt; No one!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;slap:&lt;/strong&gt; Myself&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;get high with:&lt;/strong&gt; I don't get high!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;look like:&lt;/strong&gt; A good looking version of myself!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;talk to offline:&lt;/strong&gt; My mother! I got to get a perscription filled!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;talk to online:&lt;/strong&gt; Whoever is about!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;whichisbetter&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;coke or pepsi:&lt;/strong&gt; Coke&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;flowers or candy:&lt;/strong&gt; Candy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tall or short:&lt;/strong&gt; I don't really care!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;random&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in the morning i am:&lt;/strong&gt; rudely awakene by my alarm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;all i need are:&lt;/strong&gt; hidden from me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love is:&lt;/strong&gt; what keeps me awake at night and what tortures my thoughts during the day&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i dream about:&lt;/strong&gt; lots of stuff! Mostly super heroes! (Sad I know!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what do you notice first:&lt;/strong&gt; Smile&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;last person you danced with:&lt;/strong&gt; A girl from work&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;worst question to ask:&lt;/strong&gt; Who let off?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who makes you laugh the most:&lt;/strong&gt; My friends from college&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who makes you smile:&lt;/strong&gt; ditto&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who gives you a funny feeling when you see them:&lt;/strong&gt; Women in general!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who do you have a crush on:&lt;/strong&gt; That'd be telling!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who has a crush on you:&lt;/strong&gt; No one probably!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;doyouever&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sit on the internet all night waiting for that somone to IM you:&lt;/strong&gt; Nope. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wish you were a member of the opposite sex:&lt;/strong&gt; Sometimes!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wish you were younger:&lt;/strong&gt; I'm 21! I'm living the dream!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;numberof&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;times i have had my heart broken:&lt;/strong&gt; Twice&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;of hearts i have broken:&lt;/strong&gt; None&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;of guys i&amp;#8217;ve kissed:&lt;/strong&gt; 0&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;of girls i&amp;#8217;ve kissed:&lt;/strong&gt; Erm.... more than 30...? I think!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;continents i have lived in:&lt;/strong&gt; Uno. Europa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;of tight friends:&lt;/strong&gt; 2&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;of cds i own:&lt;/strong&gt; Lots!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;of scars on body:&lt;/strong&gt; One appendix scar and one burn scar on my finger where I touched a lawnmower engine&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109619135605254918?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109619135605254918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109619135605254918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109619135605254918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109619135605254918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/09/loads-of-stuff-about-me.html' title='Loads of stuff about.... me!'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109570187243630207</id><published>2004-09-20T18:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T18:37:52.436+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored...</title><content type='html'>It's official...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored, bored, bored, BORED!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109570187243630207?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109570187243630207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109570187243630207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109570187243630207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109570187243630207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/09/bored.html' title='Bored...'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109559101889603378</id><published>2004-09-19T11:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T18:41:46.126+01:00</updated><title type='text'>100 things update</title><content type='html'>Reading my &lt;a href="http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/07/100-things-about-me.html"&gt;100 things about me&lt;/a&gt; list I realised that some of it is now out of date. So here is the update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;001.&lt;/strong&gt; I was born August 17, 1983&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;002.&lt;/strong&gt; I have one sister &amp;amp; one brother, both younger than me&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;003.&lt;/strong&gt; I have a birthmark on my back that I didn't even know was here until my ex-girlfriend told me about it!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;004.&lt;/strong&gt; I am afraid of heights and have been since I was nine&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;005.&lt;/strong&gt; My earliest memory is of my sister's christening (I was two and a half)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;006.&lt;/strong&gt; I was bullied unmercifully through primary and secondary school&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;007.&lt;/strong&gt; I am now studying for a degree in Applied Computing&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;008.&lt;/strong&gt; I hope to go on to do a Masters&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;009.&lt;/strong&gt; I have a scar on the ring finger of my right hand from when I burned it on a lawnmower engine when I was six&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;010.&lt;/strong&gt; I try to be as easy going as possible&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;011.&lt;/strong&gt; I've been known to say the wrong thing at the wrong time&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;012.&lt;/strong&gt; My friends call these &amp;quot;Stevie Moments&amp;quot;!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;013.&lt;/strong&gt; I'm really enjoying college&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;014.&lt;/strong&gt; I'm in fourth year now&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;015.&lt;/strong&gt; My college id is date stamped September 11th 2001&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;016.&lt;/strong&gt; I take Zirtek for a few allergies... atchoo!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;017.&lt;/strong&gt; I have been told I am funny and have a good sense of humour&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;018.&lt;/strong&gt; I suffer from depressions now and then, nothing too serious though, thank God&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;019.&lt;/strong&gt; I like my dentist!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;020.&lt;/strong&gt; I am a massive comic book fan!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;021.&lt;/strong&gt; I currently collect X-Men, Batman and Avengers&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;022.&lt;/strong&gt; The superpowers I would most like to have are Spider-Mans or the Human Torchs&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;023.&lt;/strong&gt; My favourite film is The Shawshank Redemption&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;024.&lt;/strong&gt; I can forgive and forget very easily (life is too short to hold grudges)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;025.&lt;/strong&gt; I am a very trusting person&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;026.&lt;/strong&gt; I have been called naive at times&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;027.&lt;/strong&gt; I hate people who are two-faced&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;028.&lt;/strong&gt; I am very insecure about my appearence&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;029.&lt;/strong&gt; Saying that, I wouldn't change anyting about it&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;030.&lt;/strong&gt; I like reading, but don't have the time (except for my beloved comics!)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;031.&lt;/strong&gt; I also collect, paint and game with &lt;a href="http://uk.games-workshop.com"&gt;minis&lt;/a&gt; (toy soldiers!) It's very relaxing&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;032.&lt;/strong&gt; I'm a self confessed geek! :-p&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;033.&lt;/strong&gt; My family is the most important thing in my life&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;034.&lt;/strong&gt; I get upset over really stupid things on TV or in films&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;035.&lt;/strong&gt; The only film I've ever cried during though is &amp;quot;My Girl&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;036.&lt;/strong&gt; I love watching wrestling! (Told ya I was a geek!)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;037.&lt;/strong&gt; I think the WWF was much better than the WWE is&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;038.&lt;/strong&gt; I played soccer, Gaelic football and hurling when I was younger&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;039.&lt;/strong&gt; I used to be a TV addict&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;040.&lt;/strong&gt; I've never taken or smoked any illegal drugs (boring I know!) I don't see the point&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;041.&lt;/strong&gt; I try to live life to the fullest because...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;042.&lt;/strong&gt; I lost three friends to suicide a few years ago&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;043.&lt;/strong&gt; That's when I started writing poetry&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;044.&lt;/strong&gt; I was raised a Catholic.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;045.&lt;/strong&gt; This summer I am working for a software house&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;046.&lt;/strong&gt; Last summer I was working as a builder's mate&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;047.&lt;/strong&gt; I am very proud to be Irish!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;048.&lt;/strong&gt; I use way too many exclamation marks!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;049.&lt;/strong&gt; I believe sex to be one aspect of a relationship, not the most important part&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;050.&lt;/strong&gt; I like thrash metal, nu-metal &amp;amp; hip-hop&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;051.&lt;/strong&gt; My favourite albums are &amp;quot;2001&amp;quot; by Dr.Dre, &amp;quot;The Golden Age of Grotesque&amp;quot; by Marilyn Manson and &amp;quot;Meteora&amp;quot; by Linkin Park&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;052.&lt;/strong&gt; I can be really shy about sex and stuff!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;053.&lt;/strong&gt; I shamelessly nicked most of the fancy features of my blog (including the idea for this list!) from &lt;a href="http://www.hitthejagspot.blogspot.com/"&gt;JustaGirl's blog&lt;/a&gt; (Thanks babe!)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;054.&lt;/strong&gt; I am a master of pretending to work!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;055.&lt;/strong&gt; I was 17 before I had my first kiss&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;056.&lt;/strong&gt; I nearly 20 when I lost my virginity&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;057.&lt;/strong&gt; It's just over a year since then&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;058.&lt;/strong&gt; I just realised that this list makes me sound like a bit of a loser! Oh well!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;059.&lt;/strong&gt; I like to be alone a lot&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;060.&lt;/strong&gt; I am very patient&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;061.&lt;/strong&gt; I would consider myself intelligent&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;062.&lt;/strong&gt; I currently have a 75% average in college (1st class honours)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;063.&lt;/strong&gt; I have been to Wales, France, Switzerland and the Canaries&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;064.&lt;/strong&gt; I would love to go travelling for a year&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;065.&lt;/strong&gt; I am very bad with money&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;066.&lt;/strong&gt; The most expensive thing I have ever bought is my laptop&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;067.&lt;/strong&gt; I owe my mother &amp;euro;2000&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;068.&lt;/strong&gt; I love being on stage&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;069.&lt;/strong&gt; So far I have done 3 pantomimes and 2 musicals&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;070.&lt;/strong&gt; I have over 300 comics&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;071.&lt;/strong&gt; I have over 500 &lt;a href="http://uk.games-workshop.com"&gt;minis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;072.&lt;/strong&gt; I am the first in either parents family to go to college&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;073.&lt;/strong&gt; My father cried the day I received confirmation of my place in college&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;074.&lt;/strong&gt; My first dog was called &amp;quot;Shane&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;075.&lt;/strong&gt; He was two weeks older than me so we sort of grew up together&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;076.&lt;/strong&gt; He died when I was 12&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;077.&lt;/strong&gt; I was very (VERY) upset&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;078.&lt;/strong&gt; I wish I was a good cook&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;079.&lt;/strong&gt; I have been accussed of being a charmer and a flirt.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;080.&lt;/strong&gt; But I'm just the friendly type!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;081.&lt;/strong&gt; I am a bit of a romantic&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;082.&lt;/strong&gt; I've had my heart broken twice&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;083.&lt;/strong&gt; I would love to be a professional graphic designer&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;084.&lt;/strong&gt; I can't whistle properly&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;085.&lt;/strong&gt; I am good at brainteasers&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;086.&lt;/strong&gt; I was once in the boy scouts&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;087.&lt;/strong&gt; I dislocated my shoulder and hyper-extended my elbow in the same bathroom accident once&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;088.&lt;/strong&gt; I had my appendix removed when I was 10&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;089.&lt;/strong&gt; I support Wexford in &lt;a href="http://www.gaa.ie"&gt;GAA&lt;/a&gt; and Aston Villa &amp;amp; Ireland in soccer&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;090.&lt;/strong&gt; I slipped on ice when I was five and cracked my head open&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;091.&lt;/strong&gt; I can be very immature at times (see #20, #31 and #36!)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;092.&lt;/strong&gt; My favourite TV shows are CSI:Miami and Law &amp;amp; Order:Crimnal Intent&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;093.&lt;/strong&gt; My favourite TV show of all time is The X-Files&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;094.&lt;/strong&gt; I have long, skinny fingers&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;095.&lt;/strong&gt; I have one cat now, Mikey&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;096.&lt;/strong&gt; I have blue eyes&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;097.&lt;/strong&gt; My favourite alcoholic drink is cider&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;098.&lt;/strong&gt; I'm right handed&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;099.&lt;/strong&gt; I'm really a bit soppy!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;100.&lt;/strong&gt; I'm happy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109559101889603378?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109559101889603378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109559101889603378' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109559101889603378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109559101889603378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/09/100-things-update.html' title='100 things update'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109558598591663867</id><published>2004-09-19T10:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T10:26:25.916+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Avast, me hearties!</title><content type='html'>Avast ye scurvy dogs and take heed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It be the day to talk like a pirate, so it be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.talklikeapirate.com/piratehome.html"&gt;http://www.talklikeapirate.com/piratehome.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109558598591663867?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109558598591663867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109558598591663867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109558598591663867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109558598591663867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/09/avast-me-hearties.html' title='Avast, me hearties!'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109558331319624971</id><published>2004-09-19T09:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T09:41:53.196+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ranch Hand</title><content type='html'>A successful rancher died and left everything to his devoted wife. She was a very good-looking woman, and determined to keep the ranch, but knew very little about ranching, so she decided to place an ad in the newspaper for a ranch hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two men applied for the job. One was gay, the other a drunk. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;She thought long and hard about it, and when no-one else applied, she decided to hire the gay guy, figuring that it would be a lot safer to have him around the house than the drunk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He proved to be a hard worker who put in long hours every day and knew a lot about ranching. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For weeks the two of them worked, and the ranch was doing very well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day the widow said to the hired hand, "You have done a really good job and the ranch looks great. You should go into town and kick up your heels." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hired hand readily agreed, and went into town one Saturday night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, one o'clock came and he hadn't returned. Two o'clock, and no hired hand. He returned about two-thirty and upon entering the house he found the widow sitting by the fireplace with a glass of wine, waiting for him. She quietly called him over to her. "Unbutton my blouse and take it off," she said. Trembling, he did as she directed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now take off my boots." &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He did as she asked, ever so slowly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now take off my socks." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He removed each gently, and placed them neatly by her boots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now take off my skirt." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He slowly unbuttoned it, constantly watching her eyes in the firelight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now take off my bra." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again with trembling hands he did as he was told, and dropped it to the floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now," she said, "take off my panties," &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the light of the fire, he slowly pulled them down and off. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Then she looked at him and said...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;"If you ever wear my clothes to town again, I'll fire you on the spot!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109558331319624971?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109558331319624971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109558331319624971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109558331319624971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109558331319624971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/09/ranch-hand.html' title='The Ranch Hand'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109542693701036657</id><published>2004-09-17T14:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T15:08:02.226+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Return of the King... ;)</title><content type='html'>Ahoy-hoy kids!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reeeeally sorry peeps about the unnaturally long delay between meaningful posts, I've been unreal busy recently! I started back to college last Monday and I started back to work last Monday evening! I certainly know how to spread myself about!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm sure you all want to know how the holiday went! Well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's safe to say that it was a week of firsts! My first holiday, my first flight, the first time I can't remember coming home from a night out, first time I've started a street fight (it wasn't my fault, see below!!), the first time I've thrown up on the street, the first time I've kissed a non-Irish girl, etc, etc!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I had a great time! The flight over was in the middle of the night and we had to take a detour around Spain because of a massive thunderstorm which I could see out my window. It was spectacularly beautiful watching the lightning bounce around the clouds and illuminating the whole area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember coming home on Tuesday evening, I was reeeeeally drunk! The reps out there kept trying to drag us into their bar. By Tuesday we were able to negotiate all sorts of stuff from them. That night we managed to blag 3 free one litre bottles of peach schnaps, 3 free rounds of cocktails and a shot of congac each... no wonder I don't remember getting home!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The street fight... ah yes, the street fight... it's actually a funny story! We had just arrived in the Irish center for the night and we wondering where we should go when a girl ran past with some big fella chasing her. She stopped, turned around and screamed at him to leave her alone. She turned to go again and he grabbed her arm. It was at this point my God damn sense of honour got the best of me and tapped the guy on the shoulder and told him to back off. My God but he didn't like that!! He took a swing at me. I ducked. Unfortunately for him, at that moment there was a 6 1/2 foot giant of a Dane and his friends walking behind me... Guess what the guy hit?! Myself and my friends decided this would be a good time to leave. So we left just as the fight kicked off. There you go, the first fight I ever started!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I best get back to work! Talk to you soon!&lt;br /&gt;Stevie ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109542693701036657?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109542693701036657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109542693701036657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109542693701036657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109542693701036657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/09/return-of-king.html' title='Return of the King... ;)'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109526635373023613</id><published>2004-09-15T17:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T17:39:56.540+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh dear, oh dear!!</title><content type='html'>Unfortunately, the new skin is experiencing some teething issues, therefore we're back to this original skin for the time being. Sorry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109526635373023613?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109526635373023613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109526635373023613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109526635373023613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109526635373023613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/09/oh-dear-oh-dear.html' title='Oh dear, oh dear!!'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109509178525536991</id><published>2004-09-13T17:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T17:09:45.256+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!!! :)</title><content type='html'>Just a quick post to let all my fans know that I'm safe and back in action!! I'm waaaaaaaay too tired to post anything meaningful today so you'll have to make do with this short hello! I'll post about the holiday on Wednesday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be good!!&lt;br /&gt;Stevie ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109509178525536991?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109509178525536991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109509178525536991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109509178525536991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109509178525536991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/09/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!!! :)'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109420887742386700</id><published>2004-09-03T11:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T11:54:37.423+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to TSE MK2</title><content type='html'>Welcome to the newly redesigned Stevie Experience! I did this redesign in my spare time over the last few days, I hope you like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not, don't worry. As I'm going to be gone for the next week, I'm going to open the floor to comments and critisims. Any browser bugs you find, display problems or if you just think the new design sucks, let me know! I have saved the old skin, so I can change back if need be! Enjoy! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109420887742386700?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109420887742386700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109420887742386700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109420887742386700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109420887742386700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/09/welcome-to-tse-mk2.html' title='Welcome to TSE MK2'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109420179145588107</id><published>2004-09-03T09:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T09:56:31.456+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays!</title><content type='html'>I'm flying off to Spain tomorrow for a week. Myself and a group of friends from college are going to Playa del Inglas for a week. I'm looking forward to it, it should be fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been on an airplane before. Hell, I've never really been on a foreign holiday before! I've been to Switzerland on a school tour, but that doesn't really count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you never know, maybe I'll find someone to "look after" me over there! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109420179145588107?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109420179145588107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109420179145588107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109420179145588107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109420179145588107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/09/holidays.html' title='Holidays!'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109420047242993550</id><published>2004-09-03T09:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T09:34:32.430+01:00</updated><title type='text'>104 and counting</title><content type='html'>Dammit!! I missed my hundredth post! Oh well, heres to number 104!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109420047242993550?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109420047242993550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109420047242993550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109420047242993550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109420047242993550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/09/104-and-counting.html' title='104 and counting'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109420036234980226</id><published>2004-09-03T09:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T15:02:00.506+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Issue</title><content type='html'>I'm not over &lt;a href="http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/08/weekend-from-hell.html"&gt;Claire&lt;/a&gt;* yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least that's how I felt last night. I was flicking through the channels, looking for something to watch, and I came across the MTV VMAs 2004. It was Usher's performance of "Yeah" and as soon as I heard the music I was back in my favourite club, dancing with Claire. We loved dancing together to that song. We were in sync with that song. And lying in bed, watching the TV, listening to that song, knowing that myself and Claire would never dance together like that again I got really depressed and upset. So much so, that I actually had to turn off the TV and go to sleep. Last night I felt like my heart was breaking all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is different. Today I feel remorse that it's over, but I'm okay with it. I miss chatting to her, and it's eating me up inside that she's ignoring me, but I'm okay. I'm not pining after her, I'm not texting or calling her every few days (hell I've given up trying to make contact at all). I just miss talking to her. We were good friends, apart from being boyfriend and girlfriend. I think I miss my friend more than anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read the last two paragraphs and I realise I'm contradicting myself. But that's what heartache will do to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Names changed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109420036234980226?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109420036234980226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109420036234980226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109420036234980226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109420036234980226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/09/big-issue.html' title='The Big Issue'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109420020301828528</id><published>2004-09-03T09:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T09:30:03.020+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Not quite, but almost</title><content type='html'>I know I promised a monster post today, but instead what I'm going to do is write multiple mini posts. Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109420020301828528?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109420020301828528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109420020301828528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109420020301828528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109420020301828528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/09/not-quite-but-almost.html' title='Not quite, but almost'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109413043504157829</id><published>2004-09-02T13:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T14:40:05.573+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep Rollin', Rollin', Rollin', Rollin'...</title><content type='html'>With the iPod allowing me to have my ENTIRE music collection with me at all times, I've found myelf listening to some of the older tracks in my collection, stuff I haven't listened to in years. I was walking to work this morning with the iPod shuffling tracks, so I didn't know what track would be next when suddenly I heard the immortal words...&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Al'right partner, keep on rollin' baby, you know what time it is..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;...and immediately I was 17 again, bouncing with my mates in school, staying up all night to watch WWF on tv, getting chills everytime I heard Undertaker make his entrance, Just back before I moved away from home, before I started college, before I started working. Ahhh the memories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've included a lo-res version of the song below (just 16kbps, wma only, sorry Linux/Mac users :( ). It's not my favourite song ever, but it was definately my favourite for the longest!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:6BF52A52-394A-11D3-B153-00C04F79FAA6" id="Rollin" width="245" height="60"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="URL" value="http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/Rollin.wma"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="rate" value="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="balance" value="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="currentPosition" value="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="defaultFrame" value&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="playCount" value="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="autoStart" value="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="currentMarker" value="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="invokeURLs" value="-1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="baseURL" value&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="volume" value="100"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="mute" value="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="uiMode" value="full"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="stretchToFit" value="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="windowlessVideo" value="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="enabled" value="-1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="enableContextMenu" value="-1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="fullScreen" value="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="SAMIStyle" value&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="SAMILang" value&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="SAMIFilename" value&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="captioningID" value&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="enableErrorDialogs" value="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="_cx" value="6482"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="_cy" value="6350"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109413043504157829?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109413043504157829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109413043504157829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109413043504157829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109413043504157829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/09/keep-rollin-rollin-rollin-rollin.html' title='Keep Rollin&apos;, Rollin&apos;, Rollin&apos;, Rollin&apos;...'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109404584824074876</id><published>2004-09-01T14:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T14:37:28.240+01:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what a migraine feels like....</title><content type='html'>you've been warned.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/freakyMe.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109404584824074876?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109404584824074876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109404584824074876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109404584824074876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109404584824074876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/09/this-is-what-migraine-feels-like.html' title='This is what a migraine feels like....'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109403745064467362</id><published>2004-09-01T12:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T12:17:30.643+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It's so not me...!</title><content type='html'>First, an apology. I haven't been posting much lately, I've been a bit off. With the holiday coming up and trying to get stuff organised as well as work actually being busy recently, I've been snowed under. And I haven't really had much to post about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really tired these days for some reason. I can't seem to raise my energy levels at all! :( Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short post today. I'll keep posting any funny stuff I come across and I promise I'll have a massive post for you all on Friday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stevie ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109403745064467362?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109403745064467362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109403745064467362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109403745064467362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109403745064467362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/09/its-so-not-me.html' title='It&apos;s so not me...!'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109403553313910421</id><published>2004-09-01T11:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T11:45:33.140+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The best little Stats Tracker in the West (or North, South and East!)</title><content type='html'>This site is the best damn stat tracker I have ever seen! And even better, it's absolutely free! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://das.reinvigorate.net/"&gt;http://das.reinvigorate.net/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109403553313910421?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109403553313910421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109403553313910421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109403553313910421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109403553313910421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/09/best-little-stats-tracker-in-west-or.html' title='The best little Stats Tracker in the West (or North, South and East!)'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109403184054529988</id><published>2004-09-01T10:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T10:44:00.546+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't feel so good... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109403184054529988?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109403184054529988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109403184054529988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109403184054529988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109403184054529988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-dont-feel-so-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109402989147080347</id><published>2004-09-01T10:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T10:11:31.470+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder what happened here...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/carfun.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109402989147080347?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109402989147080347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109402989147080347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109402989147080347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109402989147080347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-wonder-what-happened-here.html' title='I wonder what happened here...'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109387675597247010</id><published>2004-08-30T15:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T15:39:15.973+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I have some very morbid thoughts...</title><content type='html'>I was watching MTV and Britney Spears song "Everytime" came on (the one where she appears to die in the bath) an I started wondering how people would react if I died tragically (it's gotta be tragically mind, I've always had an eye for the poetic!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wondered who would turn up at my funeral, I wondered who would be crying, I wondered would I be able to tell my friends from my "well-wishers", I wondering if my ex-girlfriend would come, I wondered how they would get there, I wondered...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then started wondering how different people would react if it was them who found me dead... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an interesting thought, I wonder what the answer is...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109387675597247010?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109387675597247010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109387675597247010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109387675597247010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109387675597247010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-have-some-very-morbid-thoughts.html' title='I have some very morbid thoughts...'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109352798847172555</id><published>2004-08-26T14:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T14:46:28.470+01:00</updated><title type='text'>World's Greatest Advert</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/jc.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109352798847172555?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109352798847172555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109352798847172555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109352798847172555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109352798847172555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/08/worlds-greatest-advert.html' title='World&apos;s Greatest Advert'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109344791548374798</id><published>2004-08-25T16:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T16:31:55.483+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Values</title><content type='html'>A true story of values . . . . I was happy. My girlfriend and I had been dating for over a year, and we decided to get married. My parents helped us in every way, my friends encouraged me, and my girlfriend was a dream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was only one thing bothering me, very much indeed. That one thing was my fiancé's younger sister. My prospective sister-in-law was twenty years old, wore tight mini skirts and low cut blouses. She would regularly bend down near me and I enjoyed many pleasant views of her underwear. It had to be deliberate... I didn't notice her doing this near anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day the sister called and asked me to come over to check the wedding invitations. She was alone when I arrived and whispered to me that soon I was to be married, and she had feelings and desires for me that she could not overcome. She told me that she wanted to make love to me - just once - before I got married and committed my life to her sister. I was in total shock and couldn't say a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "I'm going upstairs to my bedroom, and if you want to go ahead with it just come up and get me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stunned. I was frozen in shock as I watched her go up the stairs. When&lt;br /&gt;she reached the top, she pulled down her panties andthrew them down the stairs at me. I stood there for a moment, then turned and went straight to the front door. I opened the door, stepped out of the house, and began walking directly toward my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My future father-in-law was standing outside. With tears in his eyes, he hugged me and said, "We are very happy that you have passed our little test. We couldn't ask for a better man for our daughter."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Welcome to our family!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon I was married and soon was made a full partner in my in-law's family business. Everything has blossomed in my life. I am a respected member of my community and church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so pleased have affirmation of the values and lessons that I had gotten from family members as I matured from a child to a youth to a boy to a young man. That even though temptations might come across your path and passion could trigger foolishness - that it was prudent to try to give space to a next step, give time to fully understand what might be the dangers in a situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am eternally glad to all who have molded and shaped me and taught me how to conduct my life. And particularly I am thankful to my uncle Bobby, and that I kept his lesson as a matter of faith, I really didn't know that what I had thought an inconvenience would end up being such an important factor in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I pass the advice that Uncle Bobby gave to me on as the morale of this story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always keep your condoms in your car.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109344791548374798?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109344791548374798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109344791548374798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109344791548374798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109344791548374798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/08/values.html' title='Values'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109344133890881907</id><published>2004-08-25T14:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T14:42:18.906+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God damn it eBay!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109344133890881907?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109344133890881907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109344133890881907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109344133890881907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109344133890881907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/08/god-damn-it-ebay.html' title=''/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109335398426146256</id><published>2004-08-24T14:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T14:26:24.260+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bananas in Pyjamas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/bip.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Bananas in Pyjamas are coming down the stairs."&lt;br /&gt;"Bananas in Pyjamas are chasing teddy bears..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah the memories...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109335398426146256?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109335398426146256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109335398426146256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109335398426146256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109335398426146256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/08/bananas-in-pyjamas.html' title='Bananas in Pyjamas'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109335310275932560</id><published>2004-08-24T14:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T14:11:42.760+01:00</updated><title type='text'>An Apple a Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.apple.com/ipod/images/indexipod_20040719a.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmmmmmmmmm.....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I'm very pleased with it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109335310275932560?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109335310275932560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109335310275932560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109335310275932560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109335310275932560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/08/apple-day.html' title='An Apple a Day...'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109335273933624850</id><published>2004-08-24T14:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T14:05:39.336+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Yaaaaaaaawn! (pt 2)</title><content type='html'>You ever had one of those days where your strength seems tobe completely gone and all you want to do is curl up in the corner and fall to sleep? I'm having one right now! I feel exhausted. No idea why, I got a full night's sleep! Oh BTW, the nightmares have stopped for the time being. Lets hope their gone for good!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109335273933624850?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109335273933624850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109335273933624850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109335273933624850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109335273933624850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/08/yaaaaaaaawn-pt-2.html' title='Yaaaaaaaawn! &lt;em&gt;(pt 2)&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109335232343492291</id><published>2004-08-24T13:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T13:58:43.433+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Mmmmmm, slanty!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Homer J. Simpson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109335232343492291?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109335232343492291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109335232343492291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109335232343492291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109335232343492291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/08/quote-of-day_24.html' title='Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109326325215121050</id><published>2004-08-23T13:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T16:35:21.986+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Dental Receptionist&lt;/strong&gt; : &lt;em&gt;"If you have any problems, just give us a shout."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt; : &lt;em&gt;"Oh I will. I'm not one to suffer in silence!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dental Receptionist&lt;/strong&gt; : &lt;em&gt;"You're a man aren't ya?!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excellent response!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109326325215121050?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109326325215121050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109326325215121050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109326325215121050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109326325215121050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/08/quote-of-day_23.html' title='Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109325556262472995</id><published>2004-08-23T11:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T11:06:02.623+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Week that Was in the Stevie Experience</title><content type='html'>Well hello everybody! Miss me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a week!! Last time I was talking to you was... last Friday week! That long?! And here's me thinking like it was just a couple of days! Ah how time flies when you're not working!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the party... erm... well what I can remember was excellent!! I definately drank waaaaay too much! One of my friends kept putting double tequilas in front of me!! By the third one I was downing them without salt or the lemon!! God that was fun, watching the bartender's face as I knocked my head back and downed the full glass, put it back on the bar an my friend telling him to refill!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at my place afterwards I spent most of the night in my back garden sitting on a garden table drinking beer, staring at the stars. It's at this point my memory gets hazy! I can remember a friend driving off to the 24hour shop and coming back with ice lollies... man, they were nice! I can remember getting (crawling!) into bed around 6.30am but I am definately missing about two hours somewhere!! God bless tequila!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up on Sunday morning (well technically it was Sunday afternoon, but whatever!) and amazingly, my head wasn't too bad! My stomach was screaming it's protest to my new found love of tequila but other than that I wasn't too bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...at least I wasn't too bad until everyone had left. I started the cleanup and everything was going well until I decided to go down to the supermarket to get some food. As soon as the fresh air hit me, I became really (REALLY!) tired and just wanted to sleep! The girl I live with was laughing at me because she said I immediately turned a pale green as soon as I got outside! But, to my credit, I didn't throw up (Saturday or Sunday). Go me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday and Tuesday were fairly quite all round except that on Tuesday evening I got a message from a girl asking me was I Stephen? Apparently she had my number in her old phone and she was wondering who I was. Now I have no idea who this girl is or how she got my number but what the hey! I replied and said yes, I was Stevie. And we started chatting. Still don't know how she got my number or knows who I am. She told me that she got it off a friend. Anyways, we've chatted a few times and the text messages are getting... steamier! Now I know good textsex (thanks Dee!!), and she seems very clumsy, but she is making an effort! Who knows maybe she'll improve!! Lol, that makes me sound very shallow! Oh well!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the week I spent at home with the family. I enjoyed it, it's nice to go home for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to go to the dentist AGAIN on Saturday!! A filling and an extraction. Not fun (the whole left side of my face stopped working for an hour) but just one more visit (another filling and extraction) and I should be finished... hopefully!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a 40Gb &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/ipod/" target="_new"&gt;iPod&lt;/a&gt; on Saturday as well! It's my parents present to me for my 21st, and it kicks ass!! With the ability to hold 10,000 mp3s, I have my ENTIRE CD collection in the palm of my hand! Ah the joys of technology!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's you all up to date! I'm back to work today and I'm snowed under already!! Yipee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stevie ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109325556262472995?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109325556262472995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109325556262472995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109325556262472995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109325556262472995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/08/week-that-was-in-stevie-experience.html' title='The Week that Was in the Stevie Experience'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109240233776419831</id><published>2004-08-13T14:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T14:16:46.800+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Well I'm off now... PAAAAAAAR-TAAAAAAAAY!</title><content type='html'>My 21st party is tomorrow night, hopefully I'll have a great time! And I hope to see all you fine people there!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have next week off for my holidays so the next time I'll be in work and able to post properly will be Monday, 23rd August. I'll try to get some time o post before that if I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I want to see a whole bunch of presents in my inbox when I get back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways talk to you all later!&lt;br /&gt;Stevie ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109240233776419831?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109240233776419831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109240233776419831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109240233776419831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109240233776419831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/08/well-im-off-now-paaaaaaar-taaaaaaaay.html' title='Well I&apos;m off now... PAAAAAAAR-TAAAAAAAAY!'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109239071190098502</id><published>2004-08-13T10:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T10:51:51.900+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop that damn THUMPING!!!</title><content type='html'>Argh, my head! This week is not being kind to me! I got a migraine last night just after I came home from work. Even though it was a really mild one (the fact I'm able to look at a computer screen now shows that, usually I'm out for three days) it still knocked me for six. I went to bed last night at 6.15pm yesterday evening and only got up to throw up until 8.30am this morning... not a pleasant night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it feels like I'm hungover (without the fun beforehand!). Head is full of wool, my stomach isn't feeling its usually jovial self and my throat has sealed itself shut! Oh dear, oh dear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that I'm feeling great!! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109239071190098502?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109239071190098502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109239071190098502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109239071190098502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109239071190098502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/08/stop-that-damn-thumping.html' title='Stop that damn THUMPING!!!'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109238604703681762</id><published>2004-08-13T09:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T09:34:07.036+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"The first sign of maturity is the discovery that the volume knob also turns to the left."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jerry M. Wright&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109238604703681762?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109238604703681762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109238604703681762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109238604703681762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109238604703681762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/08/quote-of-day_13.html' title='Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109230951683518472</id><published>2004-08-12T12:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T12:18:36.836+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Yaaaaaaaawn!</title><content type='html'>I'm sooooo tired right now. I can bearly keep my eyes open. I'm &lt;a href="http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/08/dreams-of-fear-leads-to-fear-of-dreams.html" taget="_new"&gt;still not sleeping well&lt;/a&gt; and it's getting really annoying. Same dream again last night. I'm so tired&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109230951683518472?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109230951683518472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109230951683518472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109230951683518472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109230951683518472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/08/yaaaaaaaawn.html' title='Yaaaaaaaawn!'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109230845001290580</id><published>2004-08-12T12:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T12:00:50.013+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I got a webcam!</title><content type='html'>ditto!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109230845001290580?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109230845001290580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109230845001290580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109230845001290580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109230845001290580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-got-webcam.html' title='I got a webcam!'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109230357655435310</id><published>2004-08-12T10:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T10:39:36.553+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lonely Brain Cell</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time there was a female brain cell which by mistake happened to end up in a man's head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked around nervously but it was all empty and quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello?" she cried, but no answer.&lt;br /&gt;"Is there anyone here?" she cried a little louder, but still no answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the female brain cell started to feel alone and scared and yelled at the top of her voice...&lt;br /&gt;"HELLO, IS THERE ANYONE HERE?"&lt;br /&gt;Then she heard a very faint voice from far, far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're down here .."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109230357655435310?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109230357655435310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109230357655435310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109230357655435310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109230357655435310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/08/lonely-brain-cell.html' title='The Lonely Brain Cell'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109230107342657342</id><published>2004-08-12T09:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T09:57:53.426+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Anarchism is founded on the observation that since few men are wise enough to rule themselves, even fewer are wise enough to rule others."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edward Paul Abbey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109230107342657342?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109230107342657342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109230107342657342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109230107342657342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109230107342657342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/08/quote-of-day_12.html' title='Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109221768226939309</id><published>2004-08-11T10:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T10:48:02.270+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"To me, clowns aren't funny. In fact, they're kind of scary. I've wondered where this started and I think it goes back to the time I went to the circus, and a clown killed my dad."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jack Handey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109221768226939309?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109221768226939309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109221768226939309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109221768226939309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109221768226939309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/08/quote-of-day_11.html' title='Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109214958970264884</id><published>2004-08-10T15:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T15:53:09.703+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Thinker...</title><content type='html'>A man boarded an aircraft at London's Heathrow Airport and taking his seat as he settled in, he noticed a very beautiful woman boarding the plane. He realized she was heading straight toward his seat and bingo! she took the seat right beside him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eager to strike up a conversation, he blurted out, "business trip or vacation?" She turned, smiled enchantingly and said "Business. I'm going to the annual nymphomaniac convention in the United States."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He swallowed hard here was the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen sitting next to him, and she was going to a meeting for nymphomaniacs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Struggling to maintain his composure, he calmly asked, "What's your business role at this convention?"&lt;br /&gt;"Lecturer," she responded. "I use my experience to debunk some of the popular myths about sexuality."&lt;br /&gt;"Really", he smiled, "what myths are those?"&lt;br /&gt;"Well," she explained, "one popular myth is that African-American men are the most well endowed when, in fact, it's the Native American Indian who is most likely to possess that trait. Another popular myth is that French men are the best lovers, when actually it is the men of Greek descent."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We have also found that the best potential lovers in all categories are the Irish."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the woman became uncomfortable and blushed. "I'm sorry," she said. "I really shouldn't be discussing this with you, I don't even know your name."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tonto," the man said. "Tonto Papadopoulos, but my friends call me Paddy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109214958970264884?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109214958970264884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109214958970264884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109214958970264884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109214958970264884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/08/quick-thinker.html' title='Quick Thinker...'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109214596400120952</id><published>2004-08-10T14:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T14:52:44.000+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Naked Spider-Man</title><content type='html'>Oh no, civilisation as we know it has ended...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/spider-man.jpg" target="_new"&gt;Click here... if you dare!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109214596400120952?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109214596400120952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109214596400120952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109214596400120952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109214596400120952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/08/naked-spider-man.html' title='Naked Spider-Man'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109213724486007105</id><published>2004-08-10T12:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T12:27:24.860+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I can see my house from here!!</title><content type='html'>Some beautiful aerial photos from around the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.naver.com/post/postView.jsp?blogId=haruma95&amp;logNo=80004641511" target="_new"&gt;But I'm afraid of heights...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109213724486007105?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109213724486007105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109213724486007105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109213724486007105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109213724486007105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-can-see-my-house-from-here.html' title='I can see my house from here!!'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109212998789411837</id><published>2004-08-10T10:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T10:26:27.893+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams of Fear leads to Fear of Dreams</title><content type='html'>I hate having nightmares. Which is usually ok, because I hadn't had one in years. Until last week. Now I've been woken up every night in the last five days with the fear of God in me. Last night was especially bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in a dark room. I could just see the outline of a door ahead of me, the light peeping through the keyhole. I looked around and could see nothing else. I couldn't tell if I was alone or not. I thought I could here breathing but anytime I tried to listen for it, it stopped. I walked towards towards the door. When I got to it, I couldn't find the door handle. I searched frantically for it. Suddenly I heard really heavy breathing behind me. I spun around to see what it was and I was confronted by a young child. She smiled and then disappeared. Not in a puff of smoke or anything, she just kind of dissolved into the background. I turned around again and I could see the door handle at last. I went to open the door but a tremendous fear took hold of my heart. I forced myself to ignore it. As I opened the door a great scream echoed through the room &amp;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I woke up. I was sitting up in bed, panting, heart thumping &amp; a cold stream of sweat snaking it's way down my spine. It took me another hour to get back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm not the type of person that allows dreams affect my life. A dream is a dream, it can't hurt you and while it's a major event while it lasts, it's gone as soon as you wake up. But what I realised this morning really shook me... I'm not looking forward to going back to bed tonight. I'm like a two year old, scared of the monsters under my bed. I'm actually afraid of having another dream like it. Which is really stupid. The only thing I can see that I'm scared of in this case is being afraid. I'm going around in circles! I'm afraid of being afraid. That sounds so stupid when you think about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As scared as I was/am, I am really interested as to the reason why I've suddenly started having nightmares again. Is it something to do with John? Claire? Something else? Tonight, if I have the same dream again, I'm going to try to talk to the child. Ask her a few questions, see if she can answer my questions. She might be my guide through this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what is on the other side of the door that has me so scared. Why can't I see what it is? Why did I wake up just then? So many questions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,&lt;br /&gt;Talk to you all later&lt;br /&gt;Stevie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109212998789411837?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109212998789411837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109212998789411837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109212998789411837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109212998789411837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/08/dreams-of-fear-leads-to-fear-of-dreams.html' title='Dreams of Fear leads to Fear of Dreams'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109212591159789333</id><published>2004-08-10T09:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T09:18:31.596+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Ireland 2004... especially for JaG!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/MissIreland.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109212591159789333?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109212591159789333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109212591159789333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109212591159789333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109212591159789333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/08/miss-ireland-2004-especially-for-jag.html' title='Miss Ireland 2004... especially for JaG!'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109212579059224452</id><published>2004-08-10T09:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T09:16:30.593+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"The way today is going, anything could happen..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My dentist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That didn't exactly fill me with confidence!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109212579059224452?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109212579059224452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109212579059224452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109212579059224452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109212579059224452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/08/quote-of-day_10.html' title='Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109205330148563903</id><published>2004-08-09T12:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T13:11:23.886+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Ireland 2004</title><content type='html'>The following is a picture of Miss Ireland 2004. Anyone who has an objection to beauty pagents shouldn't view this picture as it was taken during the &lt;em&gt;"swimwear"&lt;/em&gt; round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font onclick="ToggleVisibility(missIre)"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Click here to view picture&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Doesn't work with Netscape&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="clsInvisible" id="missIre" name="missIre"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/MissIreland.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109205330148563903?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109205330148563903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109205330148563903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109205330148563903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109205330148563903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/08/miss-ireland-2004.html' title='Miss Ireland 2004'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109204946163707529</id><published>2004-08-09T12:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T12:04:21.636+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Batman</title><content type='html'>Really, I am!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109204946163707529?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109204946163707529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109204946163707529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109204946163707529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109204946163707529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-am-batman.html' title='I am Batman'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109204724387489983</id><published>2004-08-09T11:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T11:27:23.873+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucks sake</title><content type='html'>I just got a text message from my ex saying she thinks it's best if she doesn't go to my 21st next Saturday... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're finished, I get it. I thought we were going to stay friends?! I want my friends at my 21st. I still care about you, I don't want to lose you friendship as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argghhhh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109204724387489983?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109204724387489983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109204724387489983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109204724387489983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109204724387489983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/08/fucks-sake.html' title='Fucks sake'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109204326490565537</id><published>2004-08-09T10:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T10:21:04.906+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken</title><content type='html'>Hi all, I trust everyone had a fun weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekend was... different. I went home Friday evening and did basically f*ck all for the whole evening! Caught up with the family's stories but very little else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up on Saturday, almost immediately a fierce dread hit me... I had to go back to the dentist today! Oh no! Not only that, I also had an appointment with the hygenist... ah well, it's for my own good... gulp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dentist actually wasn't too bad, (a filling in 6, upper left, if that means anything to you!) the real pain came at the hygenist, which surprised me. She went around my mouth with a &lt;em&gt;"scrappy thingy"&lt;/em&gt; (thats the scientific dentist name for it!) which shot a freezing cold, tiny jet of water out of it. Freezing water impacting on an exposed nerve... ouchie! I felt like strangling her a couple of times!! Oh well, at least she was good looking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was John's funeral and I chickened out. I couldn't go, I couldn't face it, I couldn't see all the same faces again. All the same faces I saw just a year ago. The same faces, the same conversations, the same "it's such a shame" looks from the mourners, the same, the same, all over again. So I didn't go. I didn't know him well enough for me to be missed. I spent a couple of hours in my room thinking about him. I said my prayers for him. I went to the grave that evening to pay my respect. I hope you understand John...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that was my weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you had all a good few days&lt;br /&gt;Later&lt;br /&gt;Stevie ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109204326490565537?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109204326490565537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109204326490565537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109204326490565537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109204326490565537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/08/chicken.html' title='Chicken'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109204078956279206</id><published>2004-08-09T09:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T09:39:49.563+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"We in the industry know that behind every successful screenwriter stands a woman. And behind her stands his wife."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Groucho Marx&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109204078956279206?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109204078956279206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109204078956279206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109204078956279206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109204078956279206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/08/quote-of-day_09.html' title='Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109179210305946147</id><published>2004-08-06T12:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T12:40:52.870+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmmmmm... philosophical!</title><content type='html'>My head is getting back to normal. After &lt;a href="http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/08/weekend-from-hell.html" target="_new"&gt;the hell that was last weekend&lt;/a&gt;, I'm finally getting used to the idea of not seeing John* or being with Claire* anymore. Course it'll be a while before I'm totally over it (John's funeral is on Sunday) but I'm getting here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way back home to the family tonight. I got ANOTHER dentist appointment tomorrow, oh lucky me! I'll be back on Monday with a sore mouth (might shut me up for a while! ... Actually, no, it probably won't!) and hopefully that'll be the end of my dentistry for at least a year... please God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made a few new MSN friends through this blog, a big shout out to you, you know who you are!! ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also a big shout out to all my regular readers... although I have no idea why you would be interested in my life, I'm very glad you are!!&lt;br /&gt;JustAgirl&lt;br /&gt;Zia&lt;br /&gt;Kaalia&lt;br /&gt;Jenny&lt;br /&gt;Hun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway kids, that's me done for the time being. I'll post later if something comes up. If not, I'll talk to you all on Monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stevie ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Names changed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109179210305946147?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109179210305946147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109179210305946147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109179210305946147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109179210305946147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/08/mmmmmm-philosophical.html' title='Mmmmmm... philosophical!'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109178524367434377</id><published>2004-08-06T10:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T10:41:22.843+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome back!</title><content type='html'>Just a quick shout out to my girl, &lt;a href="http://ijustwrite.blogspot.com"&gt;JustaGirl&lt;/a&gt;!! Welcome back girl!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109178524367434377?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109178524367434377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109178524367434377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109178524367434377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109178524367434377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/08/welcome-back.html' title='Welcome back!'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109178500359584175</id><published>2004-08-06T10:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T10:36:43.596+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"After God created the world, He made man and woman. Then, to keep the whole thing from collapsing, He invented humor."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guillermo Mordillo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109178500359584175?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109178500359584175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109178500359584175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109178500359584175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109178500359584175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/08/quote-of-day_06.html' title='Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109170344666921677</id><published>2004-08-05T11:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T11:57:26.670+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ingrediants to make a Stevie (or a Stephen if the fancy takes you!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SHAMLESSLY NICKED FROM &lt;a href="http://ontopoftheworld.weblogs.us/" target="_new"&gt;JENNY&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;anyone seeing a pattern here?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="4" width="200" align="center" border="1"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18;color:black;"&gt;How to make a Stevie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 parts competetiveness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 parts self-sufficiency&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 part leadership&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Method:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layer ingredientes in a shot glass. Add wisdom to taste! Do not overindulge!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form action="http://www.go-quiz.com/cocktail/cocktail.php" method="post"&gt;Username:&lt;input name="uname"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="How do you make a 'you'?"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com/cocktail/cocktail.php"&gt;Personality cocktail&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com"&gt;Go-Quiz.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="4" width="200" align="center" border="1"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18;color:black;"&gt;How to make a Stephen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 parts intelligence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 part brilliance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 parts sarcasm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;color:black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Method:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add to a cocktail shaker and mix vigorously. Add a little cocktail umbrella and a dash of sadness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form action="http://www.go-quiz.com/cocktail/cocktail.php" method="post"&gt;Username:&lt;input name="uname"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="How do you make a 'you'?"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com/cocktail/cocktail.php"&gt;Personality cocktail&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com"&gt;Go-Quiz.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109170344666921677?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109170344666921677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109170344666921677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109170344666921677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109170344666921677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/08/ingrediants-to-make-stevie-or-stephen.html' title='Ingrediants to make a Stevie (or a Stephen if the fancy takes you!)'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109170228501874267</id><published>2004-08-05T11:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T11:38:05.020+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Things do not change; we change."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Henry David Thoreau&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109170228501874267?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109170228501874267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109170228501874267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109170228501874267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109170228501874267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/08/quote-of-day_05.html' title='Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109161995848267396</id><published>2004-08-04T12:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T12:45:58.483+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend from Hell</title><content type='html'>Hi all. Sorry if any of you missed me, I was on holidays since last Wednesday. Not a fun few days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday and Friday went okay. Went home to the family, stayed there until Friday evening and then came back here to Waterford. As I was walking into my house I got a phone call from my girlfriend's best friend asking me to her 21st that Sunday. Nice one, I thought, a fun weekend ahead! Alas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was woken up on Saturday by my mobile phone ringing beside me. It was my Dad. I answered him and I could tell from the quiver in his voice something was wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAD:&lt;/strong&gt; "Stephen, sorry to have to tell you this... John*... John was killed last night in Spain. He... ah... he fell of a balcony."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; "... ... Fuck... ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAD:&lt;/strong&gt; "I know, I'm sorry Stevie..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John was a friend of mine from Primary school. He's the third person from the year above me to die in the last five years. We weren't that close, but he was a friend. I spent the rest of the day in shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to go to the 21st anyway. It might take my mind off things. I got on the bus at 12.30 and arrived 3 hours later. Not a bad bus journey considering. I got to the birthday girl's house. It was a fun gathering but I was distracted. I went into my room for the night to change my shirt and my girlfriend Claire* followed me. We started talking and we came to the conclusion that although we really care about each other, it just wasn't working between us. I knew this, I just didn't want to acknowledge it. We decided to break up. A mutual decision, the right decision but I still hurt. I know it wasn't working with her but I will miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night we all went clubbing. I drank waaaaaay too much and then everything hit me at once... John, Claire, the drink... and I broke down in the middle of the club. Spent the next hour outside trying to compose myself. Claire came looking for me to see what was wrong. I told her about John. I spent the rest of the night spilling my heart to her about John, about her, about everything. It was such a relief to get everything off my chest. I think we are closer friends now than in the whole nine months we were going out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was my holidays, not the best, but definately the most memorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire, I love you &amp; I will miss you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John, God speed. I hope it's better up there than down here at the moment. Put in a good word for me with the Big Guy!! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life extinguished way too early,&lt;br /&gt;God takes what we earned fairly,&lt;br /&gt;Life demanding more than I can give,&lt;br /&gt;God challenges us, our life to live.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;04/08/2004&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that was my weekend. Definately the most eventful of my recent life.&lt;br /&gt;Stevie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Names changed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109161995848267396?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109161995848267396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109161995848267396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109161995848267396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109161995848267396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/08/weekend-from-hell.html' title='Weekend from Hell'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109161231633757119</id><published>2004-08-04T10:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T10:38:36.336+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mark Twain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109161231633757119?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109161231633757119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109161231633757119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109161231633757119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109161231633757119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/08/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109102683734357312</id><published>2004-07-28T15:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T16:00:37.343+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written or badly written."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oscar Wilde&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109102683734357312?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109102683734357312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109102683734357312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109102683734357312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109102683734357312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/07/quote-of-day_28.html' title='Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109102673921669675</id><published>2004-07-28T15:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T15:58:59.216+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons to be Grateful if you Grew up Speaking English</title><content type='html'>1. The bandage was wound around the wound. &lt;br /&gt;2. The farm was used to produce produce. &lt;br /&gt;3. The dump was so full that it had to refuse more refuse. &lt;br /&gt;4. We must polish the Polish furniture. &lt;br /&gt;5. He could lead if he would get the lead out. &lt;br /&gt;6. The soldier decided to desert his dessert in the desert. &lt;br /&gt;7. Since there is no time like the present, he thought it was time to present the present. &lt;br /&gt;8. At the Army base, a bass was painted on the head of a bass drum. &lt;br /&gt;9. When shot at, the dove dove into the bushes. &lt;br /&gt;10. I did not object to the object. &lt;br /&gt;11. The insurance was invalid for the invalid. &lt;br /&gt;12. There was a row among the oarsmen about how to row. &lt;br /&gt;13. They were too close to the door to close it. &lt;br /&gt;14. The buck does funny things when the does are present. &lt;br /&gt;15. A seamstress and a sewer fell down into a sewer line. &lt;br /&gt;16. To help with planting, the farmer taught his sow to sow. &lt;br /&gt;17. The wind was too strong to wind the sail. &lt;br /&gt;18. After a number of Novocain injections, my jaw got number. &lt;br /&gt;19. Upon seeing the tear in the painting I shed a tear. &lt;br /&gt;20. I had to subject the subject to a series of tests. &lt;br /&gt;21. How can I intimate this to my most intimate friend? &lt;br /&gt;22. I spent last evening evening out a pile of dirt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109102673921669675?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109102673921669675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109102673921669675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109102673921669675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109102673921669675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/07/reasons-to-be-grateful-if-you-grew-up.html' title='Reasons to be Grateful if you Grew up Speaking English'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109093056473786261</id><published>2004-07-27T13:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T14:10:04.423+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Loser</title><content type='html'>Fallen angels and lost hope&lt;br /&gt;Theses are things that haunt me&lt;br /&gt;Happiness and companionship&lt;br /&gt;These are things that elude me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart cries out for help&lt;br /&gt;My mouth stays completely quiet&lt;br /&gt;My head cannot decide my action&lt;br /&gt;My feet decide to take flight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;9/9/2001&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109093056473786261?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109093056473786261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109093056473786261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109093056473786261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109093056473786261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/07/loser.html' title='Loser'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109092121527692424</id><published>2004-07-27T10:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T10:40:15.276+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"People are the only animals who eat themselves to death."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unknown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109092121527692424?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109092121527692424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109092121527692424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109092121527692424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109092121527692424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/07/quote-of-day_27.html' title='Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109083790613616028</id><published>2004-07-26T11:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T11:31:46.136+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Spider-Man goes on Holidays to Plan a Party... or something like that!
</title><content type='html'>Hey hey kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I trust everyone had a good weekend. Sorry I didn't post much on Thursday and Friday, I wasn't feeling well and couldn't put much effort into it. Sorry if I disappointed anyone (yeah, right!!). Anyways I'm back now and posting furiously again! (well, until Wednesday anyway, see below.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said I was ill on Thursday and Friday. Thankfully I was feeling much better on Saturday so I headed into town. I met my family in there and then I brought my 14 year old brother to see "Spider-Man 2". Good film, some excellent fight scenes and thankfully the makers didn't sideline the emotional aspect of the comics in favour for 120mins of action. In fact, if anything they might have overdone the emotions slightly! The superhero stuff became a backdrop to Peter and Mary Jane's relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, they found another reason to get a bra-less Kirsten Dunst soaking wet! Lol! Also watch out for another cameo appearance by Spidey creator Stan Lee (he saves a woman from falling bricks. Same thing he did in the first film!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I gave my brother back to the family and went to meet up with a few friends. We went to the travel agent and booked the holiday! Starting on Sept 4th, myself and seven friends are heading to Playa del Inglas for a week! Should be great fun! (€360ea if anyone's wondering!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out Saturday night with the gang. Fun night, we haven't done that in a long time. Can't wait for college to restart!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did exactly f**k all yesterday! Too tired, and too comfortable in the bed to even consider moving until at least 2 in the afternoon! Lol, I'm living the student dream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rang my girlfriend last night. We talked for ages and &lt;a href="http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/07/rant.html"&gt;sorted things out&lt;/a&gt;. Thank God. Can't wait to see her again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I finally started making concrete plans for my 21st bash at the weekend. August 14th for any of you in the area around then! Looking forward to seeing you all there ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finished work this week on Wednesday. I'm taking next Thursday and Friday off, as well as the following Monday and Tuesday. That means that next Wednesday will probably be the last day that I can post this week until the following Wednesday. Of course I will try to find a connected computer to keep all you lucky, lucky people up to date on the Experience that is my life! Lol! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, if anyone wants to add me to their MSN my contact is delux316@hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later&lt;br /&gt;Stevie ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109083790613616028?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109083790613616028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109083790613616028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109083790613616028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109083790613616028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/07/spider-man-goes-on-holidays-to-plan.html' title='Spider-Man goes on Holidays to Plan a Party... or something like that!&#xD;&#xA;'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109083295194512767</id><published>2004-07-26T10:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T10:09:11.946+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"There never seems to be any trouble brewing around a bar until a woman puts that high heel over the brass rail. Don’t ask me why, but somehow women at bars seem to create trouble among men."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Humphrey Bogart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109083295194512767?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109083295194512767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109083295194512767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109083295194512767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109083295194512767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/07/quote-of-day_26.html' title='Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109057556236813722</id><published>2004-07-23T10:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T10:39:22.370+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"To know that what is impenetrable to us really exists, manifesting itself as the highest wisdom and the most radiant beauty, which our dull facilities can comprehend only in the most primitive forms — this knowledge, this feeling is at the center of true religiousness. In this sense, and in this sense only, I belong to the ranks of the devoutly religious men."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Albert Einstein&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109057556236813722?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109057556236813722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109057556236813722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109057556236813722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109057556236813722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/07/quote-of-day_23.html' title='Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109049243994508878</id><published>2004-07-22T11:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T11:33:59.946+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Friendship is always a sweet responsibility, never an opportunity."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kahlil Gibran&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109049243994508878?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109049243994508878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109049243994508878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109049243994508878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109049243994508878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/07/quote-of-day_22.html' title='Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109042367175240962</id><published>2004-07-21T16:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T16:27:51.753+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favourite Song Ever</title><content type='html'>My favourite song ever is Eminem's "Sing for the Moment". I just love the lyrics and the melody is genius. It's the first track I listen to when I start work and it's what I listen to when I feel down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 1&lt;br /&gt;These ideas are nightmares for white parents, whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings&lt;br /&gt;Like whatever they say has no bearing, it's so scary in a house that allows no swearing&lt;br /&gt;to see him walking around with his headphones blaring, alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care&lt;br /&gt;He's a problem child, and what bothers him all comes out, when he talks about, his fuckin' dad walkin' out&lt;br /&gt;cuz he just hates him so bad that he blocks him out. If he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him out&lt;br /&gt;His thoughts are wacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back, talkin' black, brainwashed from rock and rap&lt;br /&gt;He sags his pants, do-rags and a stocking cap, his step-father hit him, so he socked him back&lt;br /&gt;and broke his nose, his house is a broken home. There's no control, he just let's his emotions go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;C'mon! Sing with me (Sing!)&lt;br /&gt;Sing for the year (Sing It)&lt;br /&gt;Sing for the laughter&lt;br /&gt;sing for the tear (C'mon!)&lt;br /&gt;Sing it with me&lt;br /&gt;Just for today&lt;br /&gt;Maybe tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;The good Lord will take you away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 2&lt;br /&gt;Entertainment is changin', intertwinin' with gangstas, in the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum&lt;br /&gt;holy or unholy, only have one homie, only this gun, lonely cuz don't anyone know me&lt;br /&gt;Yet everybody just feels like they can relate, I guess words are a mothafucka they can be great&lt;br /&gt;or they can degrate, or even worse they can teach hate&lt;br /&gt;It's like these kids hang on every single statement we make, like they worship us&lt;br /&gt;plus all the stores ship us platinum, now how the Fuck did this metamorphosis happen?&lt;br /&gt;From standin' on corners and porches just rappin'; to havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass&lt;br /&gt;But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you, fans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you&lt;br /&gt;To get they hands on every dime you have, they want you to lose your mind every time you mad&lt;br /&gt;So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon. Any dispute won't hesitate to produce handguns&lt;br /&gt;That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me, strictly just to get me off of these streets quickly&lt;br /&gt;But all they kids be listenin' to me religiously, so I'm signin' CDs while police fingerprint me&lt;br /&gt;They're for the judge's daughter but his grudge is against me. If I'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesn't make sense B&lt;br /&gt;It's all political, if my music is literal, and I'm a criminal how the fuck can I raise a little girl?&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't. I wouldn't be fit to. You're full of shit too, Guerrera, that was a fist that hit you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 3&lt;br /&gt;They say music can alter moods and talk to you, well can it load a gun up for you , and cock it too?&lt;br /&gt;Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude, just tell the judge it was my fault and I'll get sued&lt;br /&gt;See what these kids do is hear about us totin' pistols and they want to get one cuz they think the shit's cool&lt;br /&gt;not knowin' we really just protectin' ourselves, we entertainers, of course the shit's affectin' our sales, you ignoramus&lt;br /&gt;But music is reflection of self, we just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail. It's fucked up ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;How we can come from practically nothing to being able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted&lt;br /&gt;That's why we sing for these kids, who don't have a thing except for a dream, and a fuckin' rap magazine&lt;br /&gt;who post pin-up pictures on they walls all day long, idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs&lt;br /&gt;Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in their lives, till they sit and they cry at night wishin' they'd die&lt;br /&gt;Till they throw on a rap record and they sit, and they vibe. We're nothin' to you but we're the fuckin' shit in they eyes&lt;br /&gt;that's why we seize the moment try to freeze it and own it, squeeze it and hold it, cuz we consider these minutes golden&lt;br /&gt;and maybe they'll admit it when we're gone. Just let our spirits live on, through our lyrics that you hear in our songs and we can...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus (X2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Credit:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.eminem-planet.com" target="_new"&gt;Eminem Planet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109042367175240962?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109042367175240962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109042367175240962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109042367175240962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109042367175240962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/07/my-favourite-song-ever.html' title='My Favourite Song Ever'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109041529025370576</id><published>2004-07-21T14:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T14:08:10.253+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings of a Madman (part 2)</title><content type='html'>I'm in one of those humours again! I'm in an absolutely brilliant mood again for no reason whatsoever and it feels great!! Must be the Irish blood because I haven't taken any painkillers in a fortnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work continues apace on &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/shops/aceno/" target="_new"&gt;this project&lt;/a&gt; at work (please God, let the link work this time!) and I'm beginning to get some idea of what I'm gonna be doing for the final year project for college. It doesn't look easy though. I hope it will be slightly easier than it looks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/project1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I've come up with so far, it's getting complicated to get the buttons doing what I want. And this is only a tiny part of the project. :( Oh well, onwards and upwards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a wonderful little program on &lt;a href="http://www.download.com" target="_new"&gt;Download.com&lt;/a&gt; called Media Monkey. It sorts through all the music on your harddrive which can then be searched via different categories such as Title, Artist, Album, Genre, even the tracks location on the hard drive. It also contains a player and it allows you to convert files from one type to another (e.g. .wma files to .mp3 files). It's a great program, well worth a look. (I haven't scanned it for spyware or adware yet though, so be careful.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta say, big props to my girl, &lt;a href="http://ijustwrite.blogspot.com/" target="_new"&gt;JustAGirl&lt;/a&gt;. She made a decision about her study schedule and she's sticking to it. That's more than I could ever manage! Well done girl! Oh &amp; thanks for that other thing too, you know what I'm talking about! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp; if anyone wants to add me to their MSN, my contact is the same as my email address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's my lot for today. I may post a few curiosities later though so check back soon!&lt;br /&gt;Keep smiling!&lt;br /&gt;Stevie ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109041529025370576?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109041529025370576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109041529025370576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109041529025370576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109041529025370576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/07/ramblings-of-madman-part-2.html' title='Ramblings of a Madman (part 2)'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109040100611699811</id><published>2004-07-21T09:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T10:10:06.116+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Everything will be ok in the end. If it's not ok, it's not the end"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://ontopoftheworld.weblogs.us/"&gt;Jenny&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109040100611699811?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109040100611699811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109040100611699811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109040100611699811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109040100611699811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/07/quote-of-day_21.html' title='Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109032997761388114</id><published>2004-07-20T14:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T14:26:17.613+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Day You Saw Alchohol</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/mmm.jpg"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109032997761388114?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109032997761388114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109032997761388114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109032997761388114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109032997761388114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/07/first-day-you-saw-alchohol.html' title='The First Day You Saw Alchohol'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109032394735168894</id><published>2004-07-20T12:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T12:51:50.406+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Would ya like to take a survey?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ijustwrite.blogspot.com"&gt;JustAGirl&lt;/a&gt;, please forgive me, I'm gonna nick another one of your features! Sue me if you want, you'll probably win!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form action='http://www.kwiz.biz/simplesurveys/do-survey.php' method='post' target='_new'&gt;&lt;table border=1 bordercolor=#efefef cellspacing=0&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=center colspan=2&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;S.E.Survey&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question1' value='The+%5C%5C%5C%5C'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type1' value='2'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Last Cigarette:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Four years ago!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question2' value='Last+Cigarette%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type2' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Last Alcoholic Drink:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cider, last weekend&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question3' value='Last+Alcoholic+Drink%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type3' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Last Car Ride:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Back from the cinema, last weekend&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question4' value='Last+Car+Ride%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type4' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Last Kiss:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Girlfriend, week ago&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question5' value='Last+Kiss%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type5' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Last Good Cry:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;About a month ago. I was sick, tired and emotional&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question6' value='Last+Good+Cry%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type6' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Last Library Book:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question7' value='Last+Library+Book%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type7' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Last book bought:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://uk.games-workshop.com/storefront/store.uk?do=Individual&amp;code=60030108005&amp;orignav=10" target="_new"&gt;Codex : Witch Hunters&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question8' value='Last+book+bought%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type8' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Last Book Read:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://uk.games-workshop.com/storefront/store.uk?do=Individual&amp;code=60030108005&amp;orignav=10" target="_new"&gt;Codex : Witch Hunters&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question9' value='Last+Book+Read%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type9' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Last Movie Seen in Theatres:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Walking Tall&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question10' value='Last+Movie+Seen+in+Theatres%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type10' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Last Movie Rented:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Paycheck&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question11' value='Last+Movie+Rented%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type11' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Last Cuss Word Uttered:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;F*ck&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question12' value='Last+Cuss+Word+Uttered%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type12' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Last Beverage Drank:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Coffee&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question13' value='Last+Beverage+Drank%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type13' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Last Food Consumed:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;White Pudding Roll&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question14' value='Last+Food+Consumed%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type14' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Last Crush:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;A lecturer in college!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question15' value='Last+Crush%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type15' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Last Phone Call:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;My mom&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question16' value='Last+Phone+Call%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type16' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Last TV Show Watched:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Forensic Detectives&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question17' value='Last+TV+Show+Watched%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type17' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Last Time Showered:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yesterday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question18' value='Last+Time+Showered%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type18' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Last Shoes Worn:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Runners&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question19' value='Last+Shoes+Worn%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type19' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Last CD Played:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Wash OST - Dr.Dre/Snoop Dogg&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question20' value='Last+CD+Played%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type20' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Last Item Bought:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://uk.games-workshop.com/storefront/newimage.asp?Size=A&amp;Img=253199" target="_new"&gt;Be'lakor, The Dark Master&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question21' value='Last+Item+Bought%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type21' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Last Download:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;seinstaller.exe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question22' value='Last+Download%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type22' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Last Annoyance:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;TV reception going fuzzy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question23' value='Last+Annoyance%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type23' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Last Disappointment:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question24' value='Last+Disappointment%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type24' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Last Soda Drank:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Coca-Cola&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question25' value='Last+Soda+Drank%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type25' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Last Thing Written:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;A report on Amazon.com&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question26' value='Last+Thing+Written%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type26' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Last Key Used:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;M&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question27' value='Last+Key+Used%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type27' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Last Words Spoken:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thanks&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question28' value='Last+Words+Spoken%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type28' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Last Sleep:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Last Night&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question29' value='Last+Sleep%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type29' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Last Ice Cream Eaten:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;99&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question30' value='Last+Ice+Cream+Eaten%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type30' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Last Chair Sat In:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Im sitting at the moment!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question31' value='Last+Chair+Sat+In%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type31' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Last Webpage Visited:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amazon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question32' value='Last+Webpage+Visited%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type32' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 align=center&gt;&lt;input type='submit' value='Take This Survey'&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.kwiz.biz/simplesurveys/create-survey.php'&gt;Create a survey!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div 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survey?!'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109031574913204220</id><published>2004-07-20T10:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T10:29:09.133+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Superstition Gone Mad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/africa/3906607.stm"&gt;Killer Phone Call&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109031574913204220?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109031574913204220/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109031298229366442</id><published>2004-07-20T09:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T09:43:02.293+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"If you score one more goal than the other team, you win."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Johan Cruijff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109031298229366442?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109031298229366442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109031298229366442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109031298229366442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109031298229366442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/07/quote-of-day_20.html' title='Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109025133846614632</id><published>2004-07-19T16:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T16:39:24.290+01:00</updated><title type='text'>All we have to decide is what to do with the time we are given</title><content type='html'>Hey hey kids! (said in a Krusty the Klown voice!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope evertone had a good weekend. I had a relaxing one. No housemate, no family, no rules; just me, on my own, in the house! Ah, I should have got some good sleeping done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the cinema with a few friends on Saturday night. Was going to go see "Spider-Man 2", but that was booked out (I'm going to bring my brother to see it next weekend instead) so we went to "Walking Tall" with The Rock and Johnny Knoxville. It's not a great movie, but it passed an hour and a half pleasently enough. Some funny moments (&amp;amp; one moment for the wrestling fans in the audience... I think I was the only one in the cinema to notice it!) Afterwards we watched "Torque" and "Shrek 2" in my house. Both funny, but for different reasons! Got to sleep about 3.30am. Yawn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was reeeeeaaaaally slow. I actually started thinking about my family in the middle of the day and came to a startling relevation; I miss living with them! I moved out of home just over a year ago and it's only now that I realise I miss them??! Whassup wit' dat?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I rang my mother and was talking to her for about half an hour, which was nice. Kinda weird though! Was planning on going to bed at 10 last night so I would be able to get up this morning. I managed that but couldn't tear myself away from watching "The Hole" which was on until 12. So this morning was fun getting up! Yawn 2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I had fun this weekend, found out a few things about myself and got no sleep... all in all, a good few days work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters!&lt;br /&gt;Stevie ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109025133846614632?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109025133846614632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109025133846614632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109025133846614632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109025133846614632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/07/all-we-have-to-decide-is-what-to-do.html' title='All we have to decide is what to do with the time we are given'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109024159484876226</id><published>2004-07-19T13:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T13:53:14.846+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Sh*t!</title><content type='html'>Prepare to laugh your ass off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rockpapersaddam.com/"&gt;Rock, Paper, Saddam!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109024159484876226?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109024159484876226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109024159484876226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109024159484876226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109024159484876226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/07/funny-sht.html' title='Funny Sh*t!'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109023665086554936</id><published>2004-07-19T12:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T12:30:50.866+01:00</updated><title type='text'>19 Ways to Maintain a Healthy Level of Insanity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; At lunchtime, sit in your parked car with sunglasses on and point a hairdryer at passing cars. See if they slow down. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 2.&lt;/span&gt; Page yourself over the intercom. Don't disguise your voice. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 3.&lt;/span&gt; Every time someone asks you to do something, ask if they want fries with that. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 4.&lt;/span&gt; Put your garbage can on your desk and label it "IN." &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 5.&lt;/span&gt; Put decaf in the coffee maker for three weeks. Once everyone has gotten over his or her caffeine addiction, switch to espresso. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 6.&lt;/span&gt; Leave your coworkers memos reminding them that if they build it they will come. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 7.&lt;/span&gt; Finish all your sentences with "... in accordance with the prophecy." &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 8.&lt;/span&gt; Don't use any punctuation. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 9.&lt;/span&gt; As often as possible, skip rather than walk. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 10.&lt;/span&gt; Ask people what sex they are. Laugh hysterically after they answer. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 11.&lt;/span&gt; Specify that your drive-thru order is "to go." &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 12.&lt;/span&gt; Sing along at the opera. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 13.&lt;/span&gt; Go to a poetry recital and ask why the poems don't rhyme. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 14.&lt;/span&gt; Put mosquito netting around your work area. Play a tape of jungle sounds all day. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 15.&lt;/span&gt; Five days in advance, tell your friends you can't attend their after-work outing because you're not in the mood. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 16.&lt;/span&gt; Have your coworkers address you by your wrestling name, Rock Hard. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 17.&lt;/span&gt; When the money comes out of the ATM, scream, "I won! I won! This is the third time this week!" &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 18.&lt;/span&gt; When leaving the zoo, start running towards the parking lot, yelling, "Run for your lives, they're loose!" &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 19.&lt;/span&gt; Tell your children over dinner, "Due to the economy, we are going to have to let one of you go." &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109023665086554936?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109023665086554936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109023665086554936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109023665086554936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109023665086554936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/07/19-ways-to-maintain-healthy-level-of.html' title='19 Ways to Maintain a Healthy Level of Insanity'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109023393919944412</id><published>2004-07-19T11:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T11:58:08.240+01:00</updated><title type='text'>South Park : fun for all the family!</title><content type='html'>Someone emailed me and asked where I got the South Park picture in my profile from, so here is a link... go on, create yourself!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.southparkstudios.com/games/create/sp_game.swf"&gt;South Park Character Creator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109023393919944412?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109023393919944412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109023393919944412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109023393919944412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109023393919944412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/07/south-park-fun-for-all-family.html' title='South Park : fun for all the family!'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109023005157363039</id><published>2004-07-19T10:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T10:42:53.720+01:00</updated><title type='text'>HaloScan, HaloScan, where for out tho, Haloscan?</title><content type='html'>Great, HaloScan is f*cked again. "Can't connect with the database"... Yipee! &gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109023005157363039?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109023005157363039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109023005157363039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109023005157363039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109023005157363039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/07/haloscan-haloscan-where-for-out-tho.html' title='HaloScan, HaloScan, where for out tho, Haloscan?'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-109022881700389440</id><published>2004-07-19T10:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T10:20:17.003+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Yes, risk-taking is inherently failure-prone. Otherwise it would be called sure-thing-taking."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tim McMahon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-109022881700389440?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/109022881700389440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=109022881700389440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109022881700389440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/109022881700389440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/07/quote-of-day_19.html' title='Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-108998876563701966</id><published>2004-07-16T15:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T15:39:25.636+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Onwards and upwards!</title><content type='html'>Well it's Friday and nearly 4o'clock, which means... I'm off for the weekend! I might not have time to post over the weekend, so if u don't here from me don't worry. Hope you all have a great weekend and I'll catch up with everyone on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And thanks again for listening to me yesterday and the advice. ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-108998876563701966?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/108998876563701966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=108998876563701966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/108998876563701966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/108998876563701966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/07/onwards-and-upwards.html' title='Onwards and upwards!'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-108996696134126933</id><published>2004-07-16T09:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T09:58:54.283+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Love makes the time pass. Time makes love pass."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Proverb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling philosophical today :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-108996696134126933?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/108996696134126933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=108996696134126933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/108996696134126933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/108996696134126933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/07/quote-of-day_16.html' title='Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-108989113428794449</id><published>2004-07-15T12:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T12:32:14.286+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Rant Alert&lt;/strong&gt; - Please ignore the following rant if you are of a nervous disposition or are sensitive to bad language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it always the same? Whay do I always feel so bad just after I visit my girlfriend or she visits me? I always feel like I fucked up. She is the one who doesn't seem to make an effort. Everything she does for me seems to be out of a sort of responsibility. She's my girlfriend, so she should do these things, not because she wants to but because she feels she is required to. Is it so fucking wrong to want her to want me as much as I want her? Is it so wrong that I'd like to feel wanted now and again. Is it so wrong that I hate it when she belittles me. I swallow my prides, take it, for the sake of avoiding an arguement, but it's eating me up inside. She realises sometimes that she is doing it and she apologises, but soon after we're back to the same old thing. And it's not that I'm having a go at her, I just feel like I gotta vent some steam. I spent 15minutes last night punching the wall, letting go of the frustration. I feel like it's my fault, like I made a mess of things. I just feel so helpless sometimes, so alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And despite all this bullshit, I can't imagine my life without her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rant over&lt;/strong&gt; - sorry to everyone who had to read that little breakdown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-108989113428794449?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/108989113428794449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=108989113428794449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/108989113428794449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/108989113428794449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/07/rant.html' title='Rant...'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-108988348851793447</id><published>2004-07-15T10:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T12:40:51.670+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Anger is very difficult for me to express. I have a tremendous amount of anger but I like to save it ... for my loved ones."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Susan Sullivan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in a good humour right now.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-108988348851793447?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/108988348851793447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=108988348851793447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/108988348851793447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/108988348851793447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/07/quote-of-day_15.html' title='Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393667.post-108981228965414123</id><published>2004-07-14T14:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T14:38:09.653+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes are afoot...</title><content type='html'>...why they aren't "ahand", I'll never know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously though, I am considering taking down most of the stuff in my profile and try to keep this blog more annonymous. I was reading some of my old posts and I realised that if any of my friends found this site I could hurt a lot of people I love. So next Friday I think I will edit my profile and take down the picture completely. That should give anyone who wants to plenty of time to copy my profile (so you won't forget what I look like!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I'm thinking of changing the address of the site (i.e. get rid of the stevie-h bit), but don't worry I'll give you plenty of warning before I decide to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone got any opinions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7393667-108981228965414123?l=stevie-h.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/feeds/108981228965414123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7393667&amp;postID=108981228965414123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/108981228965414123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7393667/posts/default/108981228965414123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stevie-h.blogspot.com/2004/07/changes-are-afoot.html' title='Changes are afoot...'/><author><name>Stevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05434895161502818007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://ourworld.cs.com/stephenhowlin/blogger/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
