<?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-8213905801913779528</id><updated>2011-08-29T05:23:53.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ankyo Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>"Easy Life"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankyo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213905801913779528/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankyo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Josiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09387950589505115654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213905801913779528.post-5552464422848353391</id><published>2008-07-23T23:14:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T23:19:08.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nameless Story</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted to my blog in awhile because I've been doing other things, but I really wanted to write a story recently so I'm coming back to this. Most likely I'll be writing the story in a journal type thing and then never getting around to posting it here but lets hope I do because I'm sure whoever reads it would enjoy it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213905801913779528-5552464422848353391?l=ankyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankyo.blogspot.com/feeds/5552464422848353391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213905801913779528&amp;postID=5552464422848353391' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213905801913779528/posts/default/5552464422848353391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213905801913779528/posts/default/5552464422848353391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankyo.blogspot.com/2008/07/nameless-story.html' title='Nameless Story'/><author><name>Josiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09387950589505115654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213905801913779528.post-5778815549697977277</id><published>2007-11-25T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:36:01.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Time Using Gimp</title><content type='html'>So I haven't made a post in awhile. I thought that I should just write something random. So actually I used Gimp last week for the first time. I've wanted a logo for my screen name FlamingHedge for awhile. Then I figured what the heck. I edited an advertisement for Over the Hedge and viola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_ZXk4I5hnA/R0ou5cEtNXI/AAAAAAAAAB0/GSnEMEfyTjA/s1600-h/flaminghedge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_ZXk4I5hnA/R0ou5cEtNXI/AAAAAAAAAB0/GSnEMEfyTjA/s320/flaminghedge.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136969889292825970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I made a resized version (50x50 px) so I could use it as a logo for my deviantART account.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213905801913779528-5778815549697977277?l=ankyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankyo.blogspot.com/feeds/5778815549697977277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213905801913779528&amp;postID=5778815549697977277' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213905801913779528/posts/default/5778815549697977277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213905801913779528/posts/default/5778815549697977277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankyo.blogspot.com/2007/11/first-time-using-gimp.html' title='First Time Using Gimp'/><author><name>Josiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09387950589505115654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i_ZXk4I5hnA/R0ou5cEtNXI/AAAAAAAAAB0/GSnEMEfyTjA/s72-c/flaminghedge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213905801913779528.post-174278742758056640</id><published>2007-09-30T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T21:03:37.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eucalyptus Chapter 1 First Part</title><content type='html'>Blistering heat scorched my fur, while the sand intertwined with it. Who was I? Where was I? Gingerly I rose to stand and attempted to approach the nearest tree. I over calculated the distance and leaped straight up into a tree branch. The ground greeted me for the second time that I could remember. Pain. At the time I didn't understand why I hurt all over or anything else for that matter. I didn't care. This was new. This was fun! I hopped up to the next one in sight and connected with another tree branch. The pain made me feel alive and took my mind off of my questions. But at the same time, I knew that this solved nothing. I still knew nothing about myself. I hopped to the next tree and stared up at it. There had to be something better out there than-the tree in front of me burst into flame! It licked up my side and consumed my flesh this &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;fire&lt;/span&gt; did. FLASH! "Now dearie you must stay away from fire or..." FLASH! "Fire is bad!" escaped my mouth as I raced away from the fire, staring at it instead of where I was going. The flame licked up my side. How do I get rid of it? I panicked and raced for the only thing that I knew in this world. A tree. I slammed into the trunk as hard as I could. The recoil sent me flying back into the dirt. I glanced over at the burnt fur that the fire had left behind. The tree that had saved me met an early end as this evil reached out. I stumbled up and away from the heat that was my enemy. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a gray, furry blob clinging to one of the trees. "You there!" I shouted, "You have to run from the fire! It's bad!" The blog groaned. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Well running into trees always worked before...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213905801913779528-174278742758056640?l=ankyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankyo.blogspot.com/feeds/174278742758056640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213905801913779528&amp;postID=174278742758056640' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213905801913779528/posts/default/174278742758056640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213905801913779528/posts/default/174278742758056640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankyo.blogspot.com/2007/09/eucalyptus-chapter-1-first-part.html' title='Eucalyptus Chapter 1 First Part'/><author><name>Josiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09387950589505115654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213905801913779528.post-8754782801488668031</id><published>2007-09-30T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T20:23:03.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prologue to Eucalyptus</title><content type='html'>Currently this blog is filled with serious ideas and random stuff to contemplate, but I've decided to finally write a story I've never quite gotten around to here. To start you off I'm including the prologue in this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, the marsupial known as kangaroo, are quite an intelligent species. This was one of my first lessons with my mother. Who is she? I still don't completely know myself. But I'm determined to find out where she is and what event occurred that separated us. Enclosed, dear human editor, is my story. I require all of Australia's aid to succeed in my quest, and I'm counting on you to spread the word of the reward that I'm giving to the one who finds her. Don't you dare tear this up and search for her yourself. I may get violent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213905801913779528-8754782801488668031?l=ankyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankyo.blogspot.com/feeds/8754782801488668031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213905801913779528&amp;postID=8754782801488668031' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213905801913779528/posts/default/8754782801488668031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213905801913779528/posts/default/8754782801488668031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankyo.blogspot.com/2007/09/prologue-to-eucalyptus.html' title='Prologue to Eucalyptus'/><author><name>Josiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09387950589505115654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213905801913779528.post-8128826960450301220</id><published>2007-09-08T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T15:40:59.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Title Title Title Title Title Title Tille Title Title Title Title Title Title Title</title><content type='html'>Which one of the above words stood out to you when you read it? Most likely none of them. You probably glanced at it, assumed every one of those words was 'Title', and then started reading this post, completely missing the fact that one of the words above was actually the word 'Tille'. Most people avoid reading that, because the human mind needs to constantly be concentrating on something new. Here's an interesting video that relates to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="353"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LBL2SbRj5CA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LBL2SbRj5CA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="416" height="330" bgcolor="003366"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why if you say or read something such as 'Title' endlessly, the word will almost seem to be spelled incorrectly. Then you will begin to break the word up in your mind until it is nothing but a mass of meaningless letters and sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this is true, then why are children all over America saying the pledge of allegiance over and over every morning? Hasn't it become almost a monotonous ritual that has lost all meaning? Every time you say that, you are saying that you pledge yourself to this country, God, and everything we stand for. And every time it is said, no person wonders why it is said by a child in almost half of the United states. It is now illegal for a teacher to say the pledge of allegiance in more than half of the country, because it contains the two words in the pledge that never seemed to become meaningless. Teachers can't say the pledge, because of the words 'Under God'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213905801913779528-8128826960450301220?l=ankyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankyo.blogspot.com/feeds/8128826960450301220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213905801913779528&amp;postID=8128826960450301220' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213905801913779528/posts/default/8128826960450301220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213905801913779528/posts/default/8128826960450301220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankyo.blogspot.com/2007/09/title-title-title-title-title-title.html' title='Title Title Title Title Title Title Tille Title Title Title Title Title Title Title'/><author><name>Josiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09387950589505115654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213905801913779528.post-203450457975767650</id><published>2007-08-27T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T19:11:26.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Equal is Unfair</title><content type='html'>Equality is a burden. People were created different to help the whole with their individual talents. If everyone is equal minded, then it is only a hindrance. Things usually take forever to become settled in large groups. And if you compromise, it isn't fully what it was intended to be. Therefore instead of telling a child whining about how unfair a situation is, that life isn't fair, tell him to wait for life to be unfair in his favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go out, or stay in, but use your talents for God&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213905801913779528-203450457975767650?l=ankyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankyo.blogspot.com/feeds/203450457975767650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213905801913779528&amp;postID=203450457975767650' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213905801913779528/posts/default/203450457975767650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213905801913779528/posts/default/203450457975767650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankyo.blogspot.com/2007/08/equal-is-unfair.html' title='Equal is Unfair'/><author><name>Josiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09387950589505115654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213905801913779528.post-1970879170469309711</id><published>2007-08-26T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T13:27:59.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Right Hand or Left?</title><content type='html'>This concept originally came from in the Bible, where Jesus was sitting at the right hand of God. Since then, people have been fickle about it. People who were left-handed were looked down on and often forced to become right-handed. And even though this is an oversimplification, the right side of the brain controls the left side of the body and visa versa. A few days ago I saw a guy with a T-shirt that said: Left-handed people are the only ones in their right minds. I thought this was amusing, but it also made me think of how ignorant a person had to be to not realize that technically, God was sitting at the left hand of Jesus as well. It's so obvious, but it was overlooked. And something like this should make people wonder how much they have really overlooked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213905801913779528-1970879170469309711?l=ankyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankyo.blogspot.com/feeds/1970879170469309711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213905801913779528&amp;postID=1970879170469309711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213905801913779528/posts/default/1970879170469309711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213905801913779528/posts/default/1970879170469309711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankyo.blogspot.com/2007/08/right-hand-or-left.html' title='Right Hand or Left?'/><author><name>Josiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09387950589505115654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213905801913779528.post-3938834627894202229</id><published>2007-08-19T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T14:42:50.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ultimate Cycle</title><content type='html'>If you are a fan of Fullmetal Alchemist, then this will make a bit more sense to you. In this series, the process of alchemy is able to alter something as long as it does not go against the life cycle. Everything flows in one way, and there's nothing you can do about it. They live in a world parallel to our world, and take the energy of a dying person's life force in our world, to perform alchemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that interested me most about this show was the principle that mankind can not gain anything without first giving something of equal value in return. Now this is partially true. But you have to look at this principle slightly differently. Nothing material can be gained without something material of equal value being lost. Something that is non-material can be created and destroyed at will. An example of this would be information, feelings, and thoughts. The mind is non-material. The soul is non-material. These things are not affected by this principle. Everything material is. When you die, your body is eaten by worms. The worms are eaten, or they crap and plants absorb you. These are then used to make something function which makes something else function. Everything functions, because something else does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213905801913779528-3938834627894202229?l=ankyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankyo.blogspot.com/feeds/3938834627894202229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213905801913779528&amp;postID=3938834627894202229' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213905801913779528/posts/default/3938834627894202229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213905801913779528/posts/default/3938834627894202229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankyo.blogspot.com/2007/08/ultimate-cycle.html' title='The Ultimate Cycle'/><author><name>Josiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09387950589505115654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8213905801913779528.post-1897106694448955409</id><published>2007-08-18T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T23:20:53.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Post</title><content type='html'>The first post ever to this blog by the title of easy life, shall be quite quick. I have wondered for a long time, what it would be like to have a special place to jot my thoughts down on. O.K. For a short while. Fine, a couple of hours. But in any case, I now have the most pathetic blog in existence! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I picked the name in a description on what a life would be like if we had no knowledge of evil. But I'll save the musing posts for a time, when I have more time. Right now I'd like to commemorate every single person in my life that has ever eaten custard. But enough with my senseless ranting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My main motive in starting this blog was to share my thoughts with the millions of people out there who need God in their lives. That and I'm sure the random guy that I send my musings to currently would rather animate blobs to the song "Kryptonite". In any case, goodbye in every foreign language that I'm not fluent in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8213905801913779528-1897106694448955409?l=ankyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankyo.blogspot.com/feeds/1897106694448955409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8213905801913779528&amp;postID=1897106694448955409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213905801913779528/posts/default/1897106694448955409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8213905801913779528/posts/default/1897106694448955409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankyo.blogspot.com/2007/08/first-post.html' title='The First Post'/><author><name>Josiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09387950589505115654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
