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<entry><title>I Am Legend (review)</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://everything2.com/user/Ysardo/writeups/I+Am+Legend"/><id>http://everything2.com/user/Ysardo/writeups/I+Am+Legend</id><author><name>Ysardo</name><uri>http://everything2.com/user/Ysardo</uri></author><published>2011-12-18T17:28:37Z</published><updated>2011-12-18T17:28:37Z</updated>
<content type="html">&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 1003... &lt;a href=&quot;/title/typical+situation&quot;&gt;Typical&lt;/a&gt; human behavior is now entirely absent.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;
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This film (2007 directed by Francis Lawrence, Rated R, 101 mins), takes place three years after the accidental and &lt;a href=&quot;/title/I+was+hoping+for+catastrophic+failure&quot;&gt;catastrophic&lt;/a&gt; release of a genetically modified version of the measles virus. The original intent behind the creation of said virus was the elimination of cancer.  In this purpose it was a &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Nothing+suceeds+like+success&quot;&gt;success&lt;/a&gt;; however, the virus had some unexpected side effects.
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&lt;em&gt;&quot;&lt;a href=&quot;/title/How+precious+can+human+life+be%253F+There+are+six+billion+people+on+the+planet%2521&quot;&gt;Six billion people on Earth&lt;/a&gt; when the infection hit. &lt;a href=&quot;/title/KY&quot;&gt;KV&lt;/a&gt; had a ninety-percent kill rate, that's five point four billion people dead. Crashed and bled out. Dead. Less than one-percent immunity. That left twelve million healthy people, like you, me, and Ethan. The other five hundred and eighty-eight million turned into your dark seekers, and then they got&lt;/em&gt;&amp;hellip;</content>
</entry><entry><title>October 30, 2010 (person)</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://everything2.com/user/Ysardo/writeups/October+30%252C+2010"/><id>http://everything2.com/user/Ysardo/writeups/October+30%252C+2010</id><author><name>Ysardo</name><uri>http://everything2.com/user/Ysardo</uri></author><published>2010-10-30T20:18:41Z</published><updated>2010-10-30T20:18:41Z</updated>
<content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I never write here anymore and for good reason. I'm far too busy these days to keep spitting out wu's. 40 hours a week on the job and 24 credit hours a semester is more than any man can handle and maintain any kind of a online presence. I push, and stretch, and struggle, and ultimately thrash against the unbreakable bonds of time.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;All my life, as long as I can remember it, I've pushed hard at something. Usually it was just at myself, a sort of implosion that didn't really change anything but kept alive this constant feeling of conflict that I've struggled with for as long as I can remember.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;It's not a hopeless sort of feeling either, or even a sadness or anything so definable as all of that. It's a discomfort with my own skin. So I strive, and I stretch, and push so much harder than almost anyone I know to gain some sort of imaginary ground to stand on.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I know many hard workers in my life and many that simply seem to lumber along, living half-asleep lives of contentment, and so I&amp;hellip;</content>
</entry><entry><title>February 23, 2010 (log)</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://everything2.com/user/Ysardo/writeups/February+23%252C+2010"/><id>http://everything2.com/user/Ysardo/writeups/February+23%252C+2010</id><author><name>Ysardo</name><uri>http://everything2.com/user/Ysardo</uri></author><published>2010-02-23T22:02:38Z</published><updated>2010-02-23T22:02:38Z</updated>
<content type="html">Hello &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Ysardo&quot;&gt;Ysardo&lt;/a&gt; â &lt;a href=&quot;/title/I+am+so+fucking+happy&quot;&gt;Congratulations on your acceptance&lt;/a&gt; into the MOD program!  Your official acceptance letter will arrive in the mail any day now.  Here is contact info for folks you may need to contact along the way:
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&lt;a href=&quot;/title/Omitted&quot;&gt;Omitted&lt;/a&gt;
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Regarding your &lt;a href=&quot;/title/orientation&quot;&gt;orientation&lt;/a&gt;, Rachel will be sure that there is an extra set of books waiting for you in Dearborn so you will be all set for your own cohort on the 11th here in Lansing.  I will let Rachel, the Lansing SSC and Melanie, the Dearborn SSC, chime in with any additional information you may need to know.  
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Drive safe to Dearborn on the 8th!  Please arrive by 5:45 so that you can sign for your books. Directions are below for your convenienceâ¦
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;/title/The+king+is+to+me&quot;&gt;I AM KING OF THE MOMENT!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</content>
</entry><entry><title>a brother to a sister (personal)</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://everything2.com/user/Ysardo/writeups/a+brother+to+a+sister"/><id>http://everything2.com/user/Ysardo/writeups/a+brother+to+a+sister</id><author><name>Ysardo</name><uri>http://everything2.com/user/Ysardo</uri></author><published>2008-07-25T01:37:46Z</published><updated>2008-07-25T01:37:46Z</updated>
<content type="html">&lt;b&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt; Sister, when you cry I feel your tears running down my face...&lt;/b&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Which &lt;a href=&quot;/title/I%2527m+not+HIS+sister%253B+he%2527s+MY+brother&quot;&gt;sister&lt;/a&gt;?
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There's in fact almost a dozen of you who've called me &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Brothers+%2526+Sisters%252C+Are+You+Ready%253F&quot;&gt;brother&lt;/a&gt;.
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Some of you have worked &lt;a href=&quot;/title/It%2527s+Hard+to+Speak+My+Heart&quot;&gt;hard&lt;/a&gt;er than others, to prove it, perhaps?&lt;/i&gt;
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I could tell volumes about you. The stories of how we met, or the stories of sitting long afternoons in the loft, painting, talking, just generally living one another in that way you do with people when you're young. Your beautiful &lt;a href=&quot;/title/red&quot;&gt;hair&lt;/a&gt;, your smile always full of mischief, like you had something to say to me, your &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Things+that+smell+of+Sunday&quot;&gt;smell&lt;/a&gt;. I'll always remember your smell, to this day you could blindfold me in a room full of my friends and I'd find my way straight to you. So I built you a shield, gave you a way to find your way back to me (if you &lt;a href=&quot;/title/What+do+you+want+to+see+happen%253F&quot;&gt;wanted&lt;/a&gt;), and sent you on your way. So much the&amp;hellip;</content>
</entry><entry><title>May 20, 2008 (person)</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://everything2.com/user/Ysardo/writeups/May+20%252C+2008"/><id>http://everything2.com/user/Ysardo/writeups/May+20%252C+2008</id><author><name>Ysardo</name><uri>http://everything2.com/user/Ysardo</uri></author><published>2008-05-20T09:56:01Z</published><updated>2008-05-20T09:56:01Z</updated>
<content type="html">The following changes will take place on June 2nd, 2008.&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;/title/I%2527d+like+to+thank+God+for+allowing+me&quot;&gt;Steve Ward will go to the split shift 9:30 a.m. to 6:00 p.m.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;
co-worker will go to 3rd shift 11:00 p.m. to 7:30 a.m. â &lt;a href=&quot;/title/The+names+have+been+ommitted+to+protect+the+innocent...&quot;&gt;co-worker&lt;/a&gt;, this shift will require you to be here Sunday night at 11:00 p.m. June 1st.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;/title/Still+not+your+business&quot;&gt;co-worker II&lt;/a&gt; will go 2nd shift 3:00 p.m. to 11:30 p.m.
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Should anyone have any questions or &lt;a href=&quot;/title/We+have+been+shown+the+plan+only+insofar+as+it+concerns+ourselves&quot;&gt;concerns&lt;/a&gt; please see me.
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Ward's Boss
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&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;/title/God&quot;&gt;Distribution Center Manager&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Email:  Wardsboss@nunyabiz.com&lt;br&gt;

Office:  555-555-5555&lt;br&gt;

Mobile:  555-555-5557&lt;br&gt;

Fax:  555-555-5556&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;br&gt;
After a little over a year of not getting more than 7 hours of sleep a day, ever, I am finally being allowed to reattain the title &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Daywalker&quot;&gt;Daywalker&lt;/a&gt;. It's been long enough that I had&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&amp;hellip;</content>
</entry><entry><title>Why I love Everything2 (idea)</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://everything2.com/user/Ysardo/writeups/Why+I+love+Everything2"/><id>http://everything2.com/user/Ysardo/writeups/Why+I+love+Everything2</id><author><name>Ysardo</name><uri>http://everything2.com/user/Ysardo</uri></author><published>2008-05-20T07:52:25Z</published><updated>2008-05-20T07:52:25Z</updated>
<content type="html">Why?
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Why indeed?
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I'm not a great writer.
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I don't seem to be able to do it as well as &lt;a href=&quot;/title/you&quot;&gt;you&lt;/a&gt;.
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I'm not going to be able to wow you with my expansive &lt;a href=&quot;/title/vocabulary&quot;&gt;vocabulary&lt;/a&gt;.
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I'm can't write anything so achingly beautiful it's going to bring tears to your eyes.
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I'm actually sorry because when I first started here, 7 years ago, thatâs what I wanted to do.
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So why?
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Why should I while away my time reading and writing in this place where, after seven years of observation and the occasional urge to write something, I still &lt;a href=&quot;/title/I+was+hit+by+a+train+that+doesn%2527t+really+exist&quot;&gt;exist&lt;/a&gt;, largely in a state of &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Dear+anonymous.+Here+is+your+moment.&quot;&gt;anonymity&lt;/a&gt;? The people here, most of you don't know who I am. You wouldn't recognize me if you saw me on the street and the same is true of me. I wouldn't know a &lt;a href=&quot;/title/GhettoAardvark&quot;&gt;GhettoAardvark&lt;/a&gt;, from a &lt;a href=&quot;/title/IWhoSawTheFace&quot;&gt;IWhoSawTheFace&lt;/a&gt;, from a &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Demeter&quot;&gt;Demeter&lt;/a&gt;, so why the hell, after 7 years, am I still here?
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You see, for years to me this place was almost imaginary in it's&amp;hellip;</content>
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