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                <title>I never thought I&#039;d be saying this...</title>
                <link>http://www.bakotopia.com/home/Blog/KittyKat/1701</link>
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                                    &lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;I&#039;m hungry, and it ain&#039;t even the 1st (of the month) yet!!!&lt;/font&gt;
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                <pubDate>Wed, 31 Jan 2007 17:00:49 PST</pubDate>
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                <title>Bakotunes Episode 48</title>
                <link>http://www.bakotopia.com/home/Blog/bakotunes/1697</link>
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                                    -La Banda Skalavera LIVE from Club 902 in Bakersfield!&lt;br /&gt;
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-Hear the band talk about their sound, their philosophy and the crossover appeal of ska music to the masses!&lt;br /&gt;
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-La Banda Skalavera have been jamming in SoCal for almost a decade with a combination of ska, latin, and punk sounds!&lt;br /&gt;
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-All of LBS&#039; band member have diverse musical backgrounds from banda to salsa, jazz to rock!&lt;br /&gt;
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-LBS has opened for the likes of Maldita Vecindad, Inspector, Fishbone, Reel Big Fish, and were featured on the all-Spanish Rage Against The Machine tribute album!&lt;br /&gt;
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-HEAR NEW MUSIC BY LBS! &amp;quot;Injusto&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;Vamos a Bailar!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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*Recorded 1-25-07 @ Club 902, Bakersfield, Ca.&lt;br /&gt;
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                <pubDate>Wed, 31 Jan 2007 10:03:28 PST</pubDate>
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                <title>Long live the 70&#039;s</title>
                <link>http://www.bakotopia.com/home/Blog/mysticgroove/1696</link>
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                                    Well the 70&#039;s inspired costume is comming along very well. I found the perfect shade of brown for the costume. The bra and the skirt&amp;nbsp;are almost done and when my costume coins come I can&amp;nbsp;sew them on.&amp;nbsp; When it is finished I will post a photo of it. I am going to wear&amp;nbsp;it at Long Beach. &amp;nbsp;
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                <pubDate>Wed, 31 Jan 2007 01:48:21 PST</pubDate>
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 Bakersfield Punk Legends
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                <link>http://www.bakotopia.com/home/Blog/regulators/1694</link>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 30 Jan 2007 21:36:31 PST</pubDate>
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                <title>Understand</title>
                <link>http://www.bakotopia.com/home/Blog/JulieJordanScott/1688</link>
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                                    &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Note - the words in quotations, after the words, I heard - are lyrics from the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sunday_in_the_Park_with_George&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pulitzer Prize Winning Musical, Sunday in the Park with George).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I held my hand in front of the painting, colors calling &lt;br /&gt;
to my heart.&amp;nbsp; I felt an energy coming from the glass-covered &lt;br /&gt;
canvas, like a hand, pressing against mine.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Tears burst from the center of my soul. Heat seared &lt;br /&gt;
within me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I heard, &amp;ldquo;You know exactly how I feel.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I took my hand away and placed it over my heart. I could &lt;br /&gt;
not look at the painting, I had to look away &amp;ndash; the aching,&lt;br /&gt;
beautiful pain was almost too much to bear.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Georges-Pierre Seurat, painter &amp;ndash; inventor &amp;ndash; world changer.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I played his mother in the Stephen Sondheim, James Lapine&lt;br /&gt;
Pulitzer Prize winning masterpiece, &amp;ldquo;Sunday in the Park &lt;br /&gt;
with George&amp;rdquo;.&amp;nbsp; It was a role I inhabited with relish. Deep, &lt;br /&gt;
deep soul. My portrayal won praise from audience members &lt;br /&gt;
whose opinion mattered a lot to me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I can&amp;rsquo;t stop watching you,&amp;rdquo; one woman said. &amp;ldquo;Every night &lt;br /&gt;
I watch, I can&amp;rsquo;t take my eyes off you.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;She saw the show three out of the four performances. I held&lt;br /&gt;
onto her words, their ripple still entering me now as I wait &lt;br /&gt;
for the next role that calls to me with such intensity.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I turned back to the painting.&amp;nbsp; I noticed the vivid color. I &lt;br /&gt;
could almost dive into his unique brushstrokes, the ones paving the way to a whole movement &lt;br /&gt;
in painting that he invented: pointillism.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I breathed in the light. I invited the harmony to take my &lt;br /&gt;
hand and guide my spirit. I felt his presence again.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I didn&amp;rsquo;t want to leave, I wanted to stand there, hand &lt;br /&gt;
extended towards the colors for hours. Everyone and&lt;br /&gt;
everything else in the gallery had evaporated. It was &lt;br /&gt;
simply me and Georges, the colors, the light and music.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I heard, &amp;ldquo;You have a mission, a mission to see.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I nodded. I began to hear the hushed conversations in &lt;br /&gt;
the gallery, to see the movement of the people around me. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I reached out for a final connection and softly said,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;ldquo;Goodbye&amp;rdquo; &amp;ndash; not caring if anyone around me noticed or &lt;br /&gt;
heard or thought I was slightly&amp;hellip; off balance.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I was alive, I was feeling, deeply. I understood.&lt;br /&gt;
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                <pubDate>Tue, 30 Jan 2007 10:32:16 PST</pubDate>
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                <title>Pranks Gone Wrong</title>
                <link>http://www.bakotopia.com/home/Blog/twinkie/1687</link>
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                                      &lt;img src="http://www.bakotopia.com/file/picture/23114/0/0/" width="79" height="100" border="0"/&gt;
                                    &lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#993366&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I am a big wuss when it comes to scary movies. I don&amp;rsquo;t enjoy them. I have never understood&amp;nbsp;how scaring the hell out oneself can be considered pleasurable? I tense up. My heart beats fast. I feel like I can&amp;rsquo;t breathe. My neck hurts, and I get a headache from being so tense. How is that fun? But my husband LOVES them. So one date night, a long, looong time ago&amp;hellip; we compromised. I would watch a scary movie with him, only if he watched a chick flick with me. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#993366&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#993366&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Well, I couldn&amp;rsquo;t get through it. I freaked out and decided, &amp;ldquo;you go ahead and finished the movie, and I&amp;rsquo;ll go take a long hot shower to calm my nerves.&amp;rdquo; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#993366&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#993366&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#993366&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I was afraid to be upstairs by myself but I didn&#039;t want to admit it to him. I took a deep breath and started walking slowly. &amp;nbsp;I could feel someone&amp;rsquo;s presence lurking in the shadows.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I started imagining somebody following me. My mind started playing tricks on me. I could feel evil breathing over me. Every corner in the house was an opportunity for someone to attack. I kept telling myself it was all in my mind. And&amp;nbsp;my husband&amp;nbsp;was there to protect me. I had nothing to worry about, right? And still, I couldn&amp;rsquo;t shake the feeling. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#993366&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#993366&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Once I was in the shower, that eerie feeling did NOT go away. In fact, it got worse. I felt someone staring at me, so I freaked out. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#993366&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#993366&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Dammit, Norma, it&#039;s all in your head. Stop it,&amp;quot; I thought to myself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#993366&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#993366&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I had shampoo in my eyes, so I couldn&#039;t open them for a bit to verify. Of course, that freaked me out even more. When I finally washed the shampoo out I opened my eyes, and there was my husband... staring at me in this evil looking stare. I screamed! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#993366&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Then I started crying and crying and crying and I couldn&#039;t stop. He felt so bad. Sorta... &lt;em&gt;in between his laughter&lt;/em&gt; he felt bad. He couldn&#039;t stop laughing. The more he laughed the more I cried. The more I cried, the more he laughed. I finished my shower and got dressed. All the while I&amp;rsquo;m still bawling. Or like Oprah Winfrey calls it, I was &amp;ldquo;crying ugly&amp;rdquo;. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#993366&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 10pt&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#993366&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;He&amp;rsquo;s only made me cry like that one other time which I will be writing about soon. But for now, have you ever played a prank on someone and it went horribly wrong? Or has someone played a joke on you and you didn&amp;rsquo;t take it very well? Please share your experiences here. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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                <pubDate>Tue, 30 Jan 2007 10:02:12 PST</pubDate>
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                <title>all of this and cash...........</title>
                <link>http://www.bakotopia.com/home/Blog/Dizzyfingers/1683</link>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 29 Jan 2007 22:03:27 PST</pubDate>
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                <title>Hellcat Sketch Writer&#039;s meeting on Saturday, Feb 3rd!!!</title>
                <link>http://www.bakotopia.com/home/Blog/TheHellcats/1682</link>
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                                    &lt;p&gt;Hey look! Another meeting!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Saturday, February 3rd, Border&#039;s on Stockdale.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Bring your ideas and an open mind.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;For more info, email Meg at:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;mailto:stars_awaken@yahoo.com&quot;&gt;stars_awaken@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;ALSO!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;we have an audition with Professor Kim Chin at Bakersfield College that hasn&#039;t been scheduled yet but should be done before the end of February when rehearsals for her spring show start. So if you have any FINISHED work, that would be especially helpful!&lt;/p&gt;
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                <pubDate>Mon, 29 Jan 2007 21:56:07 PST</pubDate>
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                <title>And then there were blue lights and stuff.....</title>
                <link>http://www.bakotopia.com/home/Blog/Dizzyfingers/1680</link>
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                                    Added basic tracks for &quot;Hat&quot;....Added carrots and cumin for invigorating the @blood...SORRY 2sayamunable2 upload photomedia from MaciPhoto 2this Bakotopia THINGEEEE,,,,ANYONE OUT ABLE 2 OFFER SUGGESTIONS.....Audio Content SOON....Peace...................To Twinkie...if  you&#039;re drunk enjoy it....Yes You ARE CORRECT....upload not happening.....
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                <pubDate>Mon, 29 Jan 2007 20:39:55 PST</pubDate>
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                <title>LA to Bako early morning drive....</title>
                <link>http://www.bakotopia.com/home/Blog/matt/1679</link>
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                                    &lt;font color=&quot;#0000ff&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1-29-07.....early morning...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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This morning I drove my son back to LA after his weekend visit, and I decided to drink one of the disgusting Full Throttle &amp;quot;Blue Demon&amp;quot; energy drinks to keep me going while I drove back home at about 7:45am.&lt;br /&gt;
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Big mistake.&lt;br /&gt;
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Those drinks are disgusting, yet for some reason I always go back to &#039;em.&lt;br /&gt;
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So while I was driving home biting my lip from the near seizure the Full Throttle drink almost caused, I decided to channel my energy towards taking some pictures and video during my drive over the Grapevine..&lt;br /&gt;
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I tried to keep myself mellow by listening to my Jenny Lewis and the Watson Twins CD, but it didn&#039;t work....&lt;br /&gt;
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                <title>I DONT KNOW O_O</title>
                <link>http://www.bakotopia.com/home/Blog/tragedy/1677</link>
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                                    &lt;p&gt;WHAT HAPPENED? WHERE WAS I? WHERE HAD I GONE?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I DONT KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO ME, I SUDDENLY DISSAPEARED FROM THE FACE OF BAKOTOPIA! I LOVED BAKOTOPIA, ESPECIALLY READING ALL THE BLOGS, AND SEEING EVERYONES CREATIVITY. YET, IT WAS LIKE ONCE I WON THE TOOL TICKETS, I WAS GONE, LIKE THAT WAS MY SOLE PURPOSE TO BE HERE, FAR FROM IT! I DIDN&#039;T EVEN KNOW THEY RAN CONTESTS LIKE THAT UNTIL TWINKIE TOLD ME ABOUT IT!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;GEEZ... I&#039;M SUCH AN INGRATE.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;WELL... I&#039;M BACK NOW,&amp;nbsp;I&#039;M GOING TO TRY AND CATCH UP WITH EVERYTHING&#039;S THATS BEEN HAPPENING AROUND HERE, AND HOPEFULLY THIS WILL HELP ME WITH THIS ANNOYING WRITTERS BLOCK I HAVE!! ARGH!&lt;/p&gt;
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                <pubDate>Mon, 29 Jan 2007 13:45:23 PST</pubDate>
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                <title>I feel like a disco ball ...</title>
                <link>http://www.bakotopia.com/home/Blog/CubicleDweller/1676</link>
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                                    &lt;p&gt;So today Chatty has succeeded in breaking several &amp;quot;office&amp;quot; laws.&amp;nbsp; She&#039;s ate like a squirrel for several hours, hummed along loudly off tune to headphones (why do they ignore hers and take mine away?!), and is now listening to Madonna on her PC speakers at a level I can hear 15 feet away ... but not so much that it sounds cool.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Don&#039;t get me wrong, I like Madonna - but when it&#039;s just some rhythm, a hint of bass beats, &amp;nbsp;and computer created sounds filtering in here and there it&#039;s more disturbing than anything.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I am not a ray of light today.&lt;/p&gt;
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                <pubDate>Mon, 29 Jan 2007 12:37:27 PST</pubDate>
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                <title>Oh my, it&#039;s Girl Scout Cookie Time!</title>
                <link>http://www.bakotopia.com/home/Blog/Kindra79/1675</link>
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                                    &lt;p&gt;I love thin mints, I could eat dozens.&amp;nbsp; Not to forget Samoas, who&#039;d of thunk I&#039;d like coconut on cookies?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Anyway, Little Miss Aidan is pre-ordering for cookies until 1/31/07.&amp;nbsp; Troop goal is 400 boxes per girl, eek!&amp;nbsp; That will include our booth sales I&#039;m sure.&amp;nbsp; So if you don&#039;t have a cookie hook up - let me know and Aidan can satisfy your craving or addiction ;)&amp;nbsp; We will even come solicit your door in proper GS regalia if you message me your address.&amp;nbsp; No payment necessary until we deliver in late February!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;If you don&#039;t get a pre-order in, no fear!&amp;nbsp; Local Girl Scouts keep on selling through March with what inventory we have left :)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;One year my dear mother volunteered to be the Cookie Mom.&amp;nbsp; We had crates of cookies pouring out of our garage.&amp;nbsp; One of the girls in our troop had pre-ordered a HUGE number of boxes and her mother then told my mom that &amp;quot;She was too busy&amp;quot; to pick them up or deliver them.&amp;nbsp; Uh, like my parents didn&#039;t have things to do either.&amp;nbsp; So a few boxes were delivered, but the rest we ate.&amp;nbsp; My good ol&#039; mom and pop forked over the cash to pay for the undelivered boxes and froze the assets.&amp;nbsp; In turn we had cookies coming out of our ears (okay, freezers) and people knew that a visit to the Hill House that year would warrant a free box of cookies being sent home with them.&lt;/p&gt;
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                <pubDate>Mon, 29 Jan 2007 11:38:10 PST</pubDate>
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                <title>Parking</title>
                <link>http://www.bakotopia.com/home/Blog/baketown/1673</link>
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                                      &lt;img src="http://www.bakotopia.com/file/picture/23003/0/0/" width="100" height="31" border="0"/&gt;
                                    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Thanks to &lt;a href=&quot;http://indigenousgeek.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Dave&lt;/a&gt; for pointing out &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youparklikeanasshole.com/&quot;&gt;this website&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Parking isn&amp;rsquo;t a huge problem in &lt;st1:city w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Bakersfield&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, but we do have more than our fair share of people driving gigantic vehicles.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I can&amp;rsquo;t wait to pass out my first notice.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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                <pubDate>Mon, 29 Jan 2007 10:08:48 PST</pubDate>
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                <title>Techno/Trance Artists Can Create Any Music</title>
                <link>http://www.bakotopia.com/home/Blog/lilnemo/1672</link>
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                                    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Verdana&quot; color=&quot;#ff6600&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Other forms of music are not beyond the scope of Nemo, I have released 2 other tracks. That are completely different from the typical electronica. &amp;quot;Kalli Girl&amp;quot; dedicated to my awesome sister. &amp;quot;Summer Vibe&amp;quot; just a summer jam, got that feall good spirit. Look for other rock, surf, or what ever I feel like tracks.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Verdana&quot; color=&quot;#ff6600&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;Peace&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Verdana&quot; color=&quot;#ff6600&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Nemo&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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                <pubDate>Sun, 28 Jan 2007 22:47:02 PST</pubDate>
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