<?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-6345014926253804202</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:59:16.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Otherwhere</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to Otherwhere. May you have a pleasant stay.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://authurius.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6345014926253804202/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://authurius.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>R. Jonathan David D. Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523417877353131763</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>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6345014926253804202.post-4348924697408493957</id><published>2010-08-31T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T07:51:30.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Adventures of Jim: the Town of Aegytorr - Prologue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;When Jim the Adventurous happened upon this strange compass half buried in Elub Shore, he thought it was a mere trinket that had stopped working. After all, it didn't point north, and it didn't seem attracted to the suit of armor he was wearing. However, weeks of hunting in the Isles eventually wore down his spirit, and he set off towards the mainland. As he was oiling a particularly squeaky elbow joint aboard the S.S. Huntington, his trained eyes caught a glimpse of the compass' needle - it was moving!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Holding the golden instrument of navigation in his hand, he watched as its ruby needle consistently kept pointing towards a general direction. That was when his adventurous spirit kicked itself back into his system. Smiling as he gazed at his newly acquired treasure, he flipped it over and gave it a thorough cleaning. It was only after a few applications of Dust-B-Gone that the engraved letters appeared: AEGYTORR...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6345014926253804202-4348924697408493957?l=authurius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://authurius.blogspot.com/feeds/4348924697408493957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6345014926253804202&amp;postID=4348924697408493957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6345014926253804202/posts/default/4348924697408493957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6345014926253804202/posts/default/4348924697408493957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://authurius.blogspot.com/2010/08/adventures-of-jim-town-of-aegytorr.html' title='The Adventures of Jim: the Town of Aegytorr - Prologue'/><author><name>R. Jonathan David D. Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523417877353131763</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-6345014926253804202.post-1064167602876441412</id><published>2010-08-30T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T18:17:29.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Key to Extinction, the Prologue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Space was nothing new to James Caron; he was born in it, he was raised in it, and now he spent most of his time living in it. Wincing from his back pain as he shifted into a more comfortable position, he sighed when he remembered that this would be his last time piloting his beloved Explorer2794-Alpha. He was a planetary scout; a man living aboard a home vessel, picked to scout out potential new homes for his kind. Not too long ago, his home vessel, the Alpha, detected the presence of a planet filled with life; eager to scout out this new world, he readily volunteered himself for the mission. Right now, as he drifted along in space, he had nothing to preoccupy himself; sighing once more, he shrugged his shoulders and flicked a switch to his right. A screen appeared, with the words: "Earth's Archives" written on them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earth was our race's first home, and like all the other ones we had, it was a flawed one. Over the course of life's evolution, there came a time when the genetic impurity finally revealed itself; but by that time, a cure was miraculously discovered. Pharmagic Inc., the saviors of the human race, began correcting the flaws they had found within our genetic code; and though they are still in the process of finding a cure, they have succeeded in prolonging our lifespans to the current age we have today. Unfortunately, however, all life that wasn't in the hands of Pharmagic Inc. died away, leaving our home planet lifeless. For this reason, Pharmagic Inc. also pioneered the use of home vessels for interstellar travel, and to find new planets to colonize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment, Jame's planet tracker picked up a huge signal. Turning off the archives, he looked at the readings and almost had a heart attack; they were off the charts, and he was still lightyears away! Inputting the bearings and adjusting his ship's power output, James braced himself into his chair and said, "Warp."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A feeling of weightlessness wrapped around him, as the ship raced towards the coordinates. Even after all the warps he had experienced, he could never get used to this sensation. It took another minute or two, but the instant he came out of warp, his eyes grew wide. There before him was the largest planet he had ever seen, and it was giving off an insane amount of life readings. In all the eighteen years of his long life, he had never seen such a sight, and as he was about to start his descent into the planet's atmosphere, there was a blinding flash followed by a sickening feeling; and he was positive it was the last thing he would ever know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6345014926253804202-1064167602876441412?l=authurius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://authurius.blogspot.com/feeds/1064167602876441412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6345014926253804202&amp;postID=1064167602876441412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6345014926253804202/posts/default/1064167602876441412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6345014926253804202/posts/default/1064167602876441412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://authurius.blogspot.com/2010/08/key-to-extinction-prologue.html' title='Key to Extinction, the Prologue'/><author><name>R. Jonathan David D. Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523417877353131763</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-6345014926253804202.post-7691662067005076183</id><published>2007-10-09T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T07:49:01.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prodigy</title><content type='html'>When I was in first year college, I became notorious for breezing through exams in under thirty minutes. At first, I felt pretty good about myself; but that was until I noticed that my other classmates were still only a quarter of the way through whenever I went out the door. After a few more tests, I began to feel sorry for them; and I also began to feel rather arrogant for always finishing first.&lt;br /&gt;As a result, I ended up taking more and more time in my tests; and, the scary thing was I didn't even notice it. I allowed my personal feelings for my classmates who remained behind because of their own choice get in the way of my thinking. I was more concerned with fitting in, than with my own personal improvement; and it began to reflect in my day to day actions as well. I began to slack off, I began to avert my energy from doing what I wanted to do, to doing all the things I shouldn't be doing.&lt;br /&gt;It was a good thing I managed to see it before it became a habit. That way, it's a lot easier to be rid of; and it allows more time for me to grow in terms of habits, and new disciplines. I've always thought that falling down was hard. I was wrong. It's getting up that's the hard part; but then, I also say that anything is as easy as you imagine it to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6345014926253804202-7691662067005076183?l=authurius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://authurius.blogspot.com/feeds/7691662067005076183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6345014926253804202&amp;postID=7691662067005076183' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6345014926253804202/posts/default/7691662067005076183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6345014926253804202/posts/default/7691662067005076183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://authurius.blogspot.com/2007/10/prodigy.html' title='Prodigy'/><author><name>R. Jonathan David D. Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523417877353131763</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6345014926253804202.post-2138495405722268708</id><published>2007-10-02T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T08:03:18.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Eyes</title><content type='html'>What do you see when you look at a tree?&lt;br /&gt;A piece of the land, or a creature with glee?&lt;br /&gt;What do you see when you look at the sky?&lt;br /&gt;A dome of blue, or a place to fly?&lt;br /&gt;When you see the world around you,&lt;br /&gt;    do you see the life within you?&lt;br /&gt;When the wind blows your way,&lt;br /&gt;    do you listen to what it has to say?&lt;br /&gt;Who do you look for in times of unrest?&lt;br /&gt;Who do you think can pass your test?&lt;br /&gt;Where do you go when you seek the truth?&lt;br /&gt;Where did you stay while in your youth?&lt;br /&gt;Why do things you hate doing?&lt;br /&gt;Why not see things in ways worth seeing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6345014926253804202-2138495405722268708?l=authurius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://authurius.blogspot.com/feeds/2138495405722268708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6345014926253804202&amp;postID=2138495405722268708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6345014926253804202/posts/default/2138495405722268708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6345014926253804202/posts/default/2138495405722268708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://authurius.blogspot.com/2007/10/open-eyes.html' title='Open Eyes'/><author><name>R. Jonathan David D. Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523417877353131763</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-6345014926253804202.post-5046427760461352749</id><published>2007-09-30T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T17:09:56.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Weather</title><content type='html'>It's raining again, and the winds are cold.&lt;br /&gt;Yet I feel no sadness, or pain untold.&lt;br /&gt;The clouds fly fast, and cover the sky.&lt;br /&gt;Rain soon follows from where I watch and lie.&lt;br /&gt;What's in a storm that makes me so peaceful?&lt;br /&gt;What's in my heart that makes it so meaningful?&lt;br /&gt;As I watch the clouds fluttering by,&lt;br /&gt;As I feel the rain fall from the sky,&lt;br /&gt;I feel a sense of oneness in me.&lt;br /&gt;A sense that makes me tingle with glee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6345014926253804202-5046427760461352749?l=authurius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://authurius.blogspot.com/feeds/5046427760461352749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6345014926253804202&amp;postID=5046427760461352749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6345014926253804202/posts/default/5046427760461352749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6345014926253804202/posts/default/5046427760461352749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://authurius.blogspot.com/2007/09/rainy-weather.html' title='Rainy Weather'/><author><name>R. Jonathan David D. Young</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07523417877353131763</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>
