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    <copyright>Copyright 2008.</copyright>
    <category>Writing</category>
    <category>Reading</category>
    <category>Poetry</category>
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      <title>my goodness my guinness</title>
      <link>http://onwriting.blogdrive.com/archive/82.html</link>
      <pubDate>Fri, 11 Apr 2008 13:52:40 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Overheard in Ohio 3 </title>
      <link>http://onwriting.blogdrive.com/archive/81.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sun, 06 Apr 2008 15:30:13 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>
 &quot;I'm going down the West Virginia mountain side and I'm gonna stop for a barbie?&quot; 
--Pretty lady smoking cigarette. 

&quot;Hiya pal! Boop. Boop. Boop.&quot;
-The guy who cleans the store talking to a trash can
     
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      <title>Overheard in Ohio # 2</title>
      <link>http://onwriting.blogdrive.com/archive/80.html</link>
      <pubDate>Wed, 19 Mar 2008 19:22:57 GMT</pubDate>
      <description> Only one for this post:

&quot;Yeah! I mean really take it away from them. It's only geese. I'm sure they'll find some other time to be a geese.&quot;

--A
forty or so year old lady at the bus stop in respone to another ladys
statement that they won't build something because there is a pond where
people and geese like to hang.


Man has been endowed with reason, with the power to create, so that he
can add to what he's been given. But up to now he hasn't been a
creator, only a destroyer. Forests keep disappearing, rivers dry up,
wild life's become extinct, the climate's ruined and the land... (more)</description>
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      <title>Jenny says that Janie’s got a gun with Gloria please Help me Rhonda! </title>
      <link>http://onwriting.blogdrive.com/archive/79.html</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Mar 2008 12:24:39 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>So with a roadie (to Fla) pending it's time to make a few mix cd's. The first of several differently themed cd's is that of songs with names of women in the title. Can you tell I've nothing to write about? More mix themes coming soon plus probably a review of the pulitizer prize winning play Doubt!


Angie--The Rolling Stones 
Come on Eileen--Dexy’s Midnight Runners
Layla--Eric Clapton
Eleanor Rigby--The Beatles 
Mrs. Robinson--The Lemonheads version 
Molly’s lips--Nirvana
Help me Rhonda--The Beach Boys  
Mandy--Me first and the gimme gimmes version 
Roxanne--The Police
Billie Jean--Michael... (more)</description>
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      <title>You know what really burns me up week of march 10th</title>
      <link>http://onwriting.blogdrive.com/archive/78.html</link>
      <pubDate>Fri, 14 Mar 2008 13:22:05 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>
    The first part of a new weekly feature. You'll get my rant on the media, the world, sports, movies, people and life in general. Included will be my goat/superstar of the week. So begins a little thing known as: 

You know what really burns me up?

Goat of the week:


 Former NY Governor Eliot Spitzer. The man known as Mr. clean simply made it too easy for the comedians talk show hosts and bloggers--none of which have to work very hard to come up with jokes--when he was busted on prostitution charges. For $4,300 I hope the call girl (described as petite) was not only really petite but... (more)</description>
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      <title>One missed call  review</title>
      <link>http://onwriting.blogdrive.com/archive/77.html</link>
      <pubDate>Thu, 13 Mar 2008 12:32:13 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>
 One missed call 

Release Date Jan. 4, 2008DVD Release Date April 22, 2008Running Time 87 minutesMPAA Rating PG-13 - for intense sequences of violence and terror, frightening images, some sexual material and thematic elementsDirector(s) Andrew KlavanWriter(s) Eric Valette Who's in It: Shannyn Sossamon, Edward Burns, Ray Wise, Azura Skye, Margaret Cho, Meagan Good

Domestic:$26,883,246    Foreign: $2,783,158 Worldwide:  $29,666,404

Rating:
     (one and a half luchador masks out of five)

Beth Raymond (Shannyn Sossamon) witnesses the death of two of her best friends just days apart.... (more)</description>
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      <title>Overheard</title>
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      <pubDate>Wed, 12 Mar 2008 23:49:26 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>The first post in the overheard in ohio series...feel free to contribute....


&quot;I thought I'd call my kid sister...she's a stripper...but I guess I'll just do it myself&quot;
--lady on phone in line at the grocery store.

&quot;Due to bab weather bakery is close.&quot;
--A sign in the bakery at a Giant Eagle during the weekend of the snow storm.

&quot;I'm not buying you that trash&quot;
--A mother to her son who just asked her to buy him a Readers Digest. It should be pointed out that she was buying a star magazine.

 
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      <title>The clock strikes midnight</title>
      <link>http://onwriting.blogdrive.com/archive/75.html</link>
      <pubDate>Fri, 07 Mar 2008 13:33:11 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>I always  thought I’d start stories 
about her with “I met her way back when”
Only
it wasn’t way back when and
I still choke up when I think of
all the place we’ve been.

I can see her now in all her glory.
A blur of booze, vanity and cheap
self esteem spread evenly. A touch of mint twist of lemon
And we‘d call her a drink. Purple vanity maybe
she was ten feet tall if she was an inch.

Dressed to the nines we hugged. I saw stars cut in
Blues, yellows, browns. Fabrics that dripped gold. 
Colorful dresses aside--she was quite the woman,
And did I mention completely made of stone?
No not... (more)</description>
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      <title>Snakes on a blog</title>
      <link>http://onwriting.blogdrive.com/archive/74.html</link>
      <pubDate>Wed, 05 Mar 2008 19:09:10 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>
 So I'm strolling around looking for stories that will entertain me an I come across:
Snake eats family dog as kids watch.

And I'm all whattttt?

I really only read it to try and figure out why exactly they allowed the kids to watch.
I learnt that a scrub (not the hit comedy on NBC) python, which happen to be 16 feet long stalked  the family's pet for days--laying in it's bed among other things. This stalking and eating took place at their home near Kuranda in Queensland state--Australian tropics.

The kids, ages 5 and 7, watched as the snake, which typically eats wild animals such as... (more)</description>
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      <title>Scene 2 of the Devil comes to Dinner</title>
      <link>http://onwriting.blogdrive.com/archive/73.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sun, 02 Mar 2008 22:07:26 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>
  
Scene 2

About a week later. The apartment is dark with the exception of candles lit in various places. The furniture is spread out. Joann comes in takes a piece of chalk and draws a large circle on the floor. She stares at it. Exits. When she returns she is carrying a small table an a grocery bag. Out of the bag she pulls a black cloth and places it on the table. She straightens it up and then pulls out a few gems a black candles and  incense. She searches the bag and finally pulls out matches. She lights the candles and the incense. Fearfully she puts out the candle. Looks around.... (more)</description>
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