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<title>A Beautiful and Fun Game</title>
<link>http://www.pleonast.com/user/dragonwriter?l=5&amp;entryID=603746</link>
<description>Play Auditorium if you haven't before. If you like mysterious puzzle games, pretty lights and mesmerizing music, this game is for you. :-)One of their screenshots; mine are much prettier but I don't want to spoil your fun in trying it yourself.</description>
<dc:date>2008-11-27</dc:date>
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<title>Philippine Brother</title>
<link>http://www.pleonast.com/user/dragonwriter?l=5&amp;entryID=601677</link>
<description>I'd like to introduce a friend of mine who holds a special place in my heart. His name is Joeben Jacobo, a young and faithful preacher of the gospel in the northern and eastern end of the island of Luzon, Philippines. He and his wife, Miriam, are tireless workers for the Lord there in that region. Joeben preaches at two different congregations on Sundays, his wife is active in teaching not only her children (Wendell and Wendy) but also those of the congregations they are working within. In addition, Joeben is always traveling (he does not own his own vehicle) preaching and teaching in cities and villages throughout Luzon as well as flying to smaller islands and regularly writing letters to me to rejoice in the saving of many souls in those locations.Though not as much as I would like, I have been sending him support for the past couple of years as he has struggled with the brethren there through every calamity from drought to typhoon, and the sickness of his sister and others close...</description>
<dc:date>2008-11-21</dc:date>
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<title>I went golfing with Toby Keith today</title>
<link>http://www.pleonast.com/user/dragonwriter?l=5&amp;entryID=599229</link>
<description>Belmar Golf Course in Norman/Moore, OK (I'm not sure which) is, as I learned today, the place that Toby Keith can often be seen doing a round of 18. As it turned out, he was in the group that teed off right behind my group. As the day of golf was rather slow, we got bunched up a couple of times so we often found ourselves playing on the same hole. I'm not one to get all googly-eyed about being near celebrities, but I guess it was kind of cool.</description>
<dc:date>2008-11-14</dc:date>
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<title>Boomer Sooner!</title>
<link>http://www.pleonast.com/user/dragonwriter?l=5&amp;entryID=594059</link>
<description>It was a blowout from the kickoff, but it was still a blast! This pic was taken late in the 4th quarter when most of the stadium was already cleared out and OU was ahead 62-21. It was the 66th straight home sellout for OU and for the first half, over 85,000 crazy fans all in red were screaming me deaf.</description>
<dc:date>2008-11-01</dc:date>
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<title>The Dark Lantern October 1994</title>
<link>http://www.pleonast.com/user/dragonwriter?l=5&amp;entryID=593928</link>
<description>I entered life small, shrouded in darkness deep,Warm inside my shell of white.Then the sun appeared, and I began to grow.There were many there not unlike me,All of us bristling green, small and round,Our fur shimmering delicately in the summer sunshine.Inside me were a thousand seeds, each destined toGrow up just like me.Life was pleasant.  There were occasional worms, butThe birds took away the unwanted pests.As the day of my emergence dawned, The autumn sunshine bathed the dusty field.A scream echoed through my mind.I knew not if it was even reality.Buzzes and chirps were the only sounds I knew.But still, it vibrated my very heart.The scream was shrill, excited, playful...sinister.The shout intensified and I was overshadowed by a huge beastWith bulging white eyes.It screamed louder and I could feel its fingery tentacles grippingMy ripened head.It looked to the sky and roared,&quot;This Is The One!&quot;I felt it at my neck, twisting...twisting...twistingAnd...</description>
<dc:date>2008-11-01</dc:date>
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<title>Never Thought I'd See This Again</title>
<link>http://www.pleonast.com/user/dragonwriter?l=5&amp;entryID=592995</link>
<description>Oklahoma City, about 2 miles from our house. :-)What are gas prices where you are?</description>
<dc:date>2008-10-29</dc:date>
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<title>Riddle for 10/11/08</title>
<link>http://www.pleonast.com/user/dragonwriter?l=5&amp;entryID=586266</link>
<description>Been a while since I've had time to think up any more riddles. I'm in between soccer games. Andrew scored once in his teams 4-2 win over the Bonecrushers - nice name for a team of 6 y.o.s, eh? Peter's game is in an hour and the winner of that game will be in first place all alone (not that we *really* care who wins, right?) After that, polish sausage sandwiches and the OU/Texas game (DVRed since it starts in half an hour and I don't want to miss a play - I just hope people aroud me don't spoil it by sharing the score). I'm also in shock myself having just read of his adventures last night.The riddle for today:Where a man is caught between derision and dismissal, this creature lurks.</description>
<dc:date>2008-10-11</dc:date>
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<title>My DadForrest David Moyer10/12/51 to 10/05/06</title>
<link>http://www.pleonast.com/user/dragonwriter?l=5&amp;entryID=582944</link>
<description>Today is the two year anniversary of my father's fatal stroke (eventually passing away the third day, never having regained consciousness). I've thought about him a LOT in the past two years and I miss his absence greatly... an absence that unfortunately began a long time before he passed away at a mere 54 years of age. I see so much of him in me. I'm proud of some of those things, others - well, I'm working on it. There are SO many things that I wish I could talk to him about, to share with him. Recently, my dad's wife, Veronica, sent me all of the photos that my dad took from our family photo albums when he left our family back in 1991. In them, I got to see glimpses of what my happy life was like before he left, a happy childhood and a dad who loved me in so many ways. Our relationship was truly on the mend when he died unexpectedly  two Octobers ago. Strangely, I mourn for him more now than I did then. What follows is a synopsis of my relationship with him, a few paragraphs that...</description>
<dc:date>2008-10-03</dc:date>
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<title>#1</title>
<link>http://www.pleonast.com/user/dragonwriter?l=5&amp;entryID=581321</link>
<description>It's still early, but it is a neat feeling to see my alma mater back at #1 in the football polls. OU's quarterback Sam Bradford is one of the most humble players I've ever seen... he reminds me a lot of Jason White who won the Heisman back a few years ago. He's not at all about building himself up, which makes him fun to root for. I just hope they can keep their good head of steam throughout the rest of the season. There are still so many huge games ahead including #5 Texas in just two weeks.Go OU!</description>
<dc:date>2008-09-29</dc:date>
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<title>8 random V facts</title>
<link>http://www.pleonast.com/user/dragonwriter?l=5&amp;entryID=578837</link>
<description>Okay, so I got tagged, so I'll play along.V is the first letter of my name, my brother's name (Vincent - who was born in Vicenza, Italy, not far from Venice) one of my cousin's (Valerie), and my step-mother (Veronica).V is the number of children I have (I: Peter, II: Andrew, III: Philip, IV: Simon, V: Aeryn)V is the fourth letter in my best-friend's name. Steve was the best man in my wedding and I was the best man in his.V is for Victoria, the best vacation I ever had. We went with Steve and Jensie when my second born was a pretty tiny baby. I loved visiting the castles and candy shops there.V is for the valley where I grew up, specifically Silicon Valley, during the buildup to the internet boom. Apple Headquarters was literally 200 yards from my front door, back before they started to lose the war to Microsoft and long before the iMac began to revive their business.V began many of my nicknames in my life: Vicks Cough Drops (age 12), Vac Moter (thanks to a typo on my High S...</description>
<dc:date>2008-09-23</dc:date>
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