tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81717121531109461602011-06-07T23:37:14.803-07:00does it matter?http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474987513576975012noreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171712153110946160.post-46802679762459847602009-05-03T11:04:00.000-07:002009-05-03T11:05:47.290-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jbv55bbS2v8/Sf3czbVSD-I/AAAAAAAAADk/XMcFVrT-944/s1600-h/NOTUS.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jbv55bbS2v8/Sf3czbVSD-I/AAAAAAAAADk/XMcFVrT-944/s320/NOTUS.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331660309944995810" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171712153110946160-4680267976245984760?l=torisdeadtome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>does it matter?http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474987513576975012noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171712153110946160.post-4136095573732393232007-08-15T18:52:00.001-07:002007-08-15T18:55:01.983-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jbv55bbS2v8/RsOuatgOPyI/AAAAAAAAACE/KzGGliBDf1U/s1600-h/a.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jbv55bbS2v8/RsOuatgOPyI/AAAAAAAAACE/KzGGliBDf1U/s320/a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099110977028112162" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jbv55bbS2v8/RsOubNgOPzI/AAAAAAAAACM/zJVBUGm4BF4/s1600-h/b.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jbv55bbS2v8/RsOubNgOPzI/AAAAAAAAACM/zJVBUGm4BF4/s320/b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099110985618046770" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jbv55bbS2v8/RsOubtgOP0I/AAAAAAAAACU/l5EhsillOx8/s1600-h/c.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jbv55bbS2v8/RsOubtgOP0I/AAAAAAAAACU/l5EhsillOx8/s320/c.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099110994207981378" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171712153110946160-413609557373239323?l=torisdeadtome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>does it matter?http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474987513576975012noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171712153110946160.post-80747094665641290122007-08-15T18:08:00.000-07:002007-08-15T18:11:48.754-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jbv55bbS2v8/RsOkO9gOPqI/AAAAAAAAABE/_wJkD2I6ztI/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jbv55bbS2v8/RsOkO9gOPqI/AAAAAAAAABE/_wJkD2I6ztI/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099099780048371362" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jbv55bbS2v8/RsOkPdgOPrI/AAAAAAAAABM/P5lSowwvwgA/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jbv55bbS2v8/RsOkPdgOPrI/AAAAAAAAABM/P5lSowwvwgA/s320/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099099788638305970" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jbv55bbS2v8/RsOkPtgOPsI/AAAAAAAAABU/AxBiZQO_d94/s1600-h/3.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jbv55bbS2v8/RsOkPtgOPsI/AAAAAAAAABU/AxBiZQO_d94/s320/3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099099792933273282" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jbv55bbS2v8/RsOkP9gOPtI/AAAAAAAAABc/fOdsHAThHA8/s1600-h/4.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jbv55bbS2v8/RsOkP9gOPtI/AAAAAAAAABc/fOdsHAThHA8/s320/4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099099797228240594" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jbv55bbS2v8/RsOkQNgOPuI/AAAAAAAAABk/C4Y-nNEGgMk/s1600-h/5.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jbv55bbS2v8/RsOkQNgOPuI/AAAAAAAAABk/C4Y-nNEGgMk/s320/5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099099801523207906" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171712153110946160-8074709466564129012?l=torisdeadtome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>does it matter?http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474987513576975012noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171712153110946160.post-31222412222530789112007-08-14T12:44:00.000-07:002007-08-15T18:55:35.078-07:00It's still day one and Tor has already responded to our heartfelt truths by trying to place the blame on us. <br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jbv55bbS2v8/RsIGVYXdJZI/AAAAAAAAAAs/I2zLg6_OqsU/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jbv55bbS2v8/RsIGVYXdJZI/AAAAAAAAAAs/I2zLg6_OqsU/s320/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098644692524672402" /></a><br /><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br />We'd just like to use this opportunity to remind Tor that she's, well, kinda a liar.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jbv55bbS2v8/RsIGi4XdJaI/AAAAAAAAAA0/S6u51fReYwQ/s1600-h/tor_lies.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jbv55bbS2v8/RsIGi4XdJaI/AAAAAAAAAA0/S6u51fReYwQ/s320/tor_lies.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098644924452906402" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171712153110946160-3122241222253078911?l=torisdeadtome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>does it matter?http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474987513576975012noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171712153110946160.post-39038740771851396502007-08-14T01:18:00.000-07:002007-08-14T05:52:34.253-07:00We just heard, rather read Tor's "response" to our carefully laid plans. <br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jbv55bbS2v8/RsFuEYXdJYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/K8p5xFeezBo/s1600-h/tor+response.png"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jbv55bbS2v8/RsFuEYXdJYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/K8p5xFeezBo/s320/tor+response.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098477274699474306" /></a><br /><br />At first I thought it was some cruel joke. I was sure we'd receive a follow-up e-mail with some funny cartoon animal with a "GOTCHA!" in it's dialogue bubble. But it's been several hours now, and nothing. Nothing, just like what we'll be doing for the next seven days. Seven days bound to this desolate rock, the clink of the climbing coaster haunting our thoughts. <br /><br />I didn't want to believe it, but it didn't matter. It doesn't matter. Nothing matters.<br /><br />Once we recovered from the initial numbing shock, we decided to return to it with ice cream, afraid to feel anything at all. We had woken up at midnight to return to work to finish our Sprite campaign. Oh, those were the days, full of ambition and spirit. <br /><br />Now, darkness.<br /><br />We rode bikes to the store. EB got Breyer's Oreo ice cream.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jbv55bbS2v8/RsFsGYXdJVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8FH3IrpqrMc/s1600-h/sadeb.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jbv55bbS2v8/RsFsGYXdJVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8FH3IrpqrMc/s320/sadeb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098475110035957074" /></a><br /><br /><br />I got Ben and Jerry's S'mores ice cream. <br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jbv55bbS2v8/RsFsQIXdJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/R4VkIeEevHI/s1600-h/sadalex.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jbv55bbS2v8/RsFsQIXdJWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/R4VkIeEevHI/s320/sadalex.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098475277539681634" /></a><br /><br /><br />When feeding ourselves failed, we fed each other.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jbv55bbS2v8/RsFsaIXdJXI/AAAAAAAAAAc/2F5-rR0nVbQ/s1600-h/sadalexeb.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jbv55bbS2v8/RsFsaIXdJXI/AAAAAAAAAAc/2F5-rR0nVbQ/s320/sadalexeb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098475449338373490" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />But looking into EB's watering eyes and tortured expression just sank me into a deeper pit of depression.<br /><br />This will be one of the few posts I write, as I won't have my computer starting Friday. My partner in sorrow, Mr. EB Davis, will take up the mantle when I'm gone. <br /><br />But I won't truly be gone. Neither of us will. We're stuck here until Wednesday.<br /><br />Fuck.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171712153110946160-3903874077185139650?l=torisdeadtome.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>does it matter?http://www.blogger.com/profile/01474987513576975012noreply@blogger.com4