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	<description>It is way better to be me than to be someone who has to deal with me.</description>
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		<title>By: Franchi</title>
		<link>http://temerity-jane.com/life/ow-my-feeling/comment-page-1/#comment-13371</link>
		<dc:creator>Franchi</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 10 Dec 2009 17:29:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I once had a situation where a level 24 hunter complimented me on my pet cat. Which I thought was slightly odd as I got that cat at level 10. I then told him he could go get his own if he liked it and he replied &quot;Oh yeah I really want too and can&#039;t wait but when I asked somebody, they said I can&#039;t have a pet til level 65! But I can&#039;t wait!&quot;

blink blink....starts cursing silently under my breath whomever told him that...

So I ended up guiding him back to the NE starting area so he could have his very own nightsaber. Took a while as we were in SW and he had zero flightpaths and hearth set to IF...

But I counted it time well spent after seeing him bounce around happily with his pet. Then a day later he whispered me and said his pet didn&#039;t like him and ran away!

I then explained feeding the pet. haha So he got another and kept this one fed...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I once had a situation where a level 24 hunter complimented me on my pet cat. Which I thought was slightly odd as I got that cat at level 10. I then told him he could go get his own if he liked it and he replied &#8220;Oh yeah I really want too and can&#8217;t wait but when I asked somebody, they said I can&#8217;t have a pet til level 65! But I can&#8217;t wait!&#8221;</p>
<p>blink blink&#8230;.starts cursing silently under my breath whomever told him that&#8230;</p>
<p>So I ended up guiding him back to the NE starting area so he could have his very own nightsaber. Took a while as we were in SW and he had zero flightpaths and hearth set to IF&#8230;</p>
<p>But I counted it time well spent after seeing him bounce around happily with his pet. Then a day later he whispered me and said his pet didn&#8217;t like him and ran away!</p>
<p>I then explained feeding the pet. haha So he got another and kept this one fed&#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: Lonster</title>
		<link>http://temerity-jane.com/life/ow-my-feeling/comment-page-1/#comment-11161</link>
		<dc:creator>Lonster</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 23 Oct 2009 20:29:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I donate several new unwrapped toys each year to Toys for Tots (I donate to other organizations, too, but this one has a story).

There was a commercial some years ago (read: MANY), where it started with a Marine in his dress uniform, standing at attention, dress rifle shouldered, guarding...something. It was a door, in a lobby of some Gov&#039;t building.

A dirty faced, scruffy-looking kid, maybe 8 years old, with a beaten knit grey stocking cap and a surplus dark green coat that was too big for him, came in through the main door of the lobby, and focused on the Marine.  The soldier gazed steadily straight ahead.

From a camera angle over the shoulder of the Marine, you see the boy gingerly (but quickly) walk across the floor, take off his hat upon reaching the Marine, and whisper, &quot;Hi, I heard you might know Santa Claus?  &#039;cause...if you do...I have a letter...&quot; and the kid reaches into his pocket of his jacket, and takes out a tightly-folded piece of paper.

The camera returns to the profile of the Marine (not the side the rifle is shouldered on), still staring straight ahead. The camera quickly pans down his shoulder, his arm, his sleeve, to his white-gloved hand.  The hand, ever-so-slowly rotates around, so that it is open toward the boy.

The camera goes back to the view of the boy, from over the shoulder of the soldier.  His eyes are focused on the hand that moved, and his eyes widen visably. He quickly reaches out and puts the paper in the hand (quick camera cut to the side view, where you can see the grubby hand push the paper into the white-gloved hand, and the gloved hand closes over the paper and rotates back to proper attention form) of the soldier, and quickly exits the building. Upon exiting the building, the boy whispers to no one, &quot;He DOES know Santa Claus!&quot;

Then it fades to the logo of the Toys for Tots campaign for that year.  If I had access to Youtube from work, I might try to search for it.

(and now I&#039;m wiping tears away at work.  shh) 

(ok, I&#039;m done with the comment necrology now, I&#039;ll quit commenting on stuff that&#039;s more than a week old)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I donate several new unwrapped toys each year to Toys for Tots (I donate to other organizations, too, but this one has a story).</p>
<p>There was a commercial some years ago (read: MANY), where it started with a Marine in his dress uniform, standing at attention, dress rifle shouldered, guarding&#8230;something. It was a door, in a lobby of some Gov&#8217;t building.</p>
<p>A dirty faced, scruffy-looking kid, maybe 8 years old, with a beaten knit grey stocking cap and a surplus dark green coat that was too big for him, came in through the main door of the lobby, and focused on the Marine.  The soldier gazed steadily straight ahead.</p>
<p>From a camera angle over the shoulder of the Marine, you see the boy gingerly (but quickly) walk across the floor, take off his hat upon reaching the Marine, and whisper, &#8220;Hi, I heard you might know Santa Claus?  &#8217;cause&#8230;if you do&#8230;I have a letter&#8230;&#8221; and the kid reaches into his pocket of his jacket, and takes out a tightly-folded piece of paper.</p>
<p>The camera returns to the profile of the Marine (not the side the rifle is shouldered on), still staring straight ahead. The camera quickly pans down his shoulder, his arm, his sleeve, to his white-gloved hand.  The hand, ever-so-slowly rotates around, so that it is open toward the boy.</p>
<p>The camera goes back to the view of the boy, from over the shoulder of the soldier.  His eyes are focused on the hand that moved, and his eyes widen visably. He quickly reaches out and puts the paper in the hand (quick camera cut to the side view, where you can see the grubby hand push the paper into the white-gloved hand, and the gloved hand closes over the paper and rotates back to proper attention form) of the soldier, and quickly exits the building. Upon exiting the building, the boy whispers to no one, &#8220;He DOES know Santa Claus!&#8221;</p>
<p>Then it fades to the logo of the Toys for Tots campaign for that year.  If I had access to Youtube from work, I might try to search for it.</p>
<p>(and now I&#8217;m wiping tears away at work.  shh) </p>
<p>(ok, I&#8217;m done with the comment necrology now, I&#8217;ll quit commenting on stuff that&#8217;s more than a week old)</p>
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		<title>By: Lilivati</title>
		<link>http://temerity-jane.com/life/ow-my-feeling/comment-page-1/#comment-10922</link>
		<dc:creator>Lilivati</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 15 Oct 2009 19:37:41 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I don&#039;t have any advice, because I do this too... But I have to say, I&#039;ve spent a large portion of my time in WoW defending newbies from this kind of crap...never ceases to infuriate me!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I don&#8217;t have any advice, because I do this too&#8230; But I have to say, I&#8217;ve spent a large portion of my time in WoW defending newbies from this kind of crap&#8230;never ceases to infuriate me!</p>
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		<title>By: Swistle</title>
		<link>http://temerity-jane.com/life/ow-my-feeling/comment-page-1/#comment-10875</link>
		<dc:creator>Swistle</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 14 Oct 2009 02:09:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>OMG.  THERE IS NOTHING.  I AM HEADING FOR THE CLIFF RIGHT NOW.  That WoW anecdote has PUSHED ME TO IT.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>OMG.  THERE IS NOTHING.  I AM HEADING FOR THE CLIFF RIGHT NOW.  That WoW anecdote has PUSHED ME TO IT.</p>
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		<title>By: Tristan</title>
		<link>http://temerity-jane.com/life/ow-my-feeling/comment-page-1/#comment-10828</link>
		<dc:creator>Tristan</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 12 Oct 2009 00:33:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>When I was lvl 8 or so, I wanted to meet my friend in Stormwind. So I ran from Ironforge to Badlands and got stuck in a cave... then someone pointed out there was a train. hahahah!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>When I was lvl 8 or so, I wanted to meet my friend in Stormwind. So I ran from Ironforge to Badlands and got stuck in a cave&#8230; then someone pointed out there was a train. hahahah!</p>
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		<title>By: KT</title>
		<link>http://temerity-jane.com/life/ow-my-feeling/comment-page-1/#comment-10803</link>
		<dc:creator>KT</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 10 Oct 2009 02:42:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I&#039;m just like this. Once in school we had to watch a short film about a grandma with Alzheimer&#039;s in a nursing home who didn&#039;t remember her grandchildren. It was just a made-for-school thing and it was badly acted, but when the lights came back up I was totally bawling. It took a long time to live that one down. 

I also cry in any movie where something bad happens to an animal, no matter how bad the movie is. It could be Air Bud of Dunston Checks In and if there&#039;s any sad part involving the animal, I will be in tears. 

My husband makes fun of me because I almost never cry about real life things. We&#039;ve been married seven years and I think he&#039;s only seen me cry about something real one or two times,  but it only takes the slightest bit of sentimentality for something fictional to start the waterworks. Do I need therapy for that?</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;m just like this. Once in school we had to watch a short film about a grandma with Alzheimer&#8217;s in a nursing home who didn&#8217;t remember her grandchildren. It was just a made-for-school thing and it was badly acted, but when the lights came back up I was totally bawling. It took a long time to live that one down. </p>
<p>I also cry in any movie where something bad happens to an animal, no matter how bad the movie is. It could be Air Bud of Dunston Checks In and if there&#8217;s any sad part involving the animal, I will be in tears. </p>
<p>My husband makes fun of me because I almost never cry about real life things. We&#8217;ve been married seven years and I think he&#8217;s only seen me cry about something real one or two times,  but it only takes the slightest bit of sentimentality for something fictional to start the waterworks. Do I need therapy for that?</p>
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		<title>By: E</title>
		<link>http://temerity-jane.com/life/ow-my-feeling/comment-page-1/#comment-10797</link>
		<dc:creator>E</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 10 Oct 2009 00:02:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Empathy is so important (and I hope it isn&#039;t diminishing nowadays).  My mom always told us this story of when she was a little girl.  It was Valentine&#039;s Day (and back then, everyone hand made their valentine cards and boxes in which to receive them).  It was a rainy day, and while getting off the school bus, one little geeky boy dropped his Valentine box and cards in a mud puddle.  There he was, down in the rain and mud, crying, trying to gather his things as a hoard of children (who were not interested in helping him) just stepped over him, furthering the saturation process.  My mom was probably 8 or 9 - the kid was around 6.  She was the ONLY one of 100 kids to sympathize and help him.  It&#039;s scenarios like this that make my heart bleed and cry.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Empathy is so important (and I hope it isn&#8217;t diminishing nowadays).  My mom always told us this story of when she was a little girl.  It was Valentine&#8217;s Day (and back then, everyone hand made their valentine cards and boxes in which to receive them).  It was a rainy day, and while getting off the school bus, one little geeky boy dropped his Valentine box and cards in a mud puddle.  There he was, down in the rain and mud, crying, trying to gather his things as a hoard of children (who were not interested in helping him) just stepped over him, furthering the saturation process.  My mom was probably 8 or 9 &#8211; the kid was around 6.  She was the ONLY one of 100 kids to sympathize and help him.  It&#8217;s scenarios like this that make my heart bleed and cry.</p>
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		<title>By: Ellie</title>
		<link>http://temerity-jane.com/life/ow-my-feeling/comment-page-1/#comment-10796</link>
		<dc:creator>Ellie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 09 Oct 2009 23:50:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Reading all the comments, I agree with them. Mostly what saddens me is hearing stories of people with problems or people who get hurt, and the people haven&#039;t done anything to deserve it. Like children with health problems, or babies with problems. They won&#039;t even get to live their life like a normal child. The saddest story in my head right now is the WoW one, Ezra Chatterton, I&#039;m sure you&#039;ve heard of that, if not, go look it up. It also makes me happy knowing Blizzard did wonderful things for him to make his life better. Some people taunt with asking, &quot;Why would a dying child want to waste his time on a video game?&quot; I think it was a way he could feel stronger, and see things that he might not be able to experience in real life. While in real life, he was weak and unable to do things, in WoW he could battle monsters and go swimming in Stranglethorn. Meh, all sad now. 

Hugs time nao?</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Reading all the comments, I agree with them. Mostly what saddens me is hearing stories of people with problems or people who get hurt, and the people haven&#8217;t done anything to deserve it. Like children with health problems, or babies with problems. They won&#8217;t even get to live their life like a normal child. The saddest story in my head right now is the WoW one, Ezra Chatterton, I&#8217;m sure you&#8217;ve heard of that, if not, go look it up. It also makes me happy knowing Blizzard did wonderful things for him to make his life better. Some people taunt with asking, &#8220;Why would a dying child want to waste his time on a video game?&#8221; I think it was a way he could feel stronger, and see things that he might not be able to experience in real life. While in real life, he was weak and unable to do things, in WoW he could battle monsters and go swimming in Stranglethorn. Meh, all sad now. </p>
<p>Hugs time nao?</p>
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		<title>By: Bernie</title>
		<link>http://temerity-jane.com/life/ow-my-feeling/comment-page-1/#comment-10792</link>
		<dc:creator>Bernie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 09 Oct 2009 20:03:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Since I work on a boat I only get Christmas at home once every 3 years. Last year I had Christmas off and my brother talked me into going on a cruise. We were eating Christmas dinner, steak and lobster, when it hit me. &quot;I only get Christmas off once every three years and here I am on a boat for Christmas&quot; they got a goot laugh, but still kind of ironic. Was a good time for all.
 I also bought a liquor flask in Mexico. When I went back to work I filled it with water and told crew to taste what I got in Mexico. They said &quot;this tasted like water&quot; I said &quot;it is, I filled it from the tap in Mexico&quot;. I should sell the idea to Pepto-Bismol, it would make a geat commercial.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Since I work on a boat I only get Christmas at home once every 3 years. Last year I had Christmas off and my brother talked me into going on a cruise. We were eating Christmas dinner, steak and lobster, when it hit me. &#8220;I only get Christmas off once every three years and here I am on a boat for Christmas&#8221; they got a goot laugh, but still kind of ironic. Was a good time for all.<br />
 I also bought a liquor flask in Mexico. When I went back to work I filled it with water and told crew to taste what I got in Mexico. They said &#8220;this tasted like water&#8221; I said &#8220;it is, I filled it from the tap in Mexico&#8221;. I should sell the idea to Pepto-Bismol, it would make a geat commercial.</p>
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		<title>By: Morrissimo</title>
		<link>http://temerity-jane.com/life/ow-my-feeling/comment-page-1/#comment-10791</link>
		<dc:creator>Morrissimo</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 09 Oct 2009 18:56:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Q: So, Internet, what things that do not in any way involve yourself make you avoid heights in order to keep from throwing yourself off in despair?

A: Thinking about the country and world that our children will inherit from all of us lazy, apathetic, ignorant, shortsighted, self-obsessed &lt;em&gt;ass&lt;/em&gt;holes. 

Note that I was largely oblivious to this perspective until the birth of my first child.  I mean, I was aware the perspective &lt;em&gt;existed&lt;/em&gt;, but it was an abstraction that didn&#039;t really mean anything to me.  Now, with two children and a third due in Feb 2010, it &lt;em&gt;literally&lt;/em&gt; makes my stomach hurt when I dwell on it for too long.

How&#039;s that for depressing :(</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Q: So, Internet, what things that do not in any way involve yourself make you avoid heights in order to keep from throwing yourself off in despair?</p>
<p>A: Thinking about the country and world that our children will inherit from all of us lazy, apathetic, ignorant, shortsighted, self-obsessed <em>ass</em>holes. </p>
<p>Note that I was largely oblivious to this perspective until the birth of my first child.  I mean, I was aware the perspective <em>existed</em>, but it was an abstraction that didn&#8217;t really mean anything to me.  Now, with two children and a third due in Feb 2010, it <em>literally</em> makes my stomach hurt when I dwell on it for too long.</p>
<p>How&#8217;s that for depressing :(</p>
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