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    <title>Spiralism</title>
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    <pubDate>Sat, 20 Mar 2010 22:45:54 GMT</pubDate>
    <dc:date>2010-03-20T22:45:54Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Radeon 8500 Drivers</title>
      <link>http://akta.antville.org/stories/139681/</link>
      <description>I play a lot of that great game that is &lt;a href="http://www.morrowind.com"&gt;Morrowind &lt;/a&gt;, being a great game it is quite needy in ressources, so I try to get my machine updated with the latest drivers to get the best of it.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;But strangely the latest drivers caused textures issues in Morrowind.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;So I mailed the tech support and the official answer I got was to stick with my old drivers.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;I knew ATI drivers weren't the most reliable ever, but still...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;Guess my next video will be a nvidia, why on earth did I buy an ATI in the first place anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;&amp;#10;&amp;#10;</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 30 Aug 2002 08:13:08 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>akta</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2002-08-30T08:13:08Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Comics, Jornada &amp; books of Mars</title>
      <link>http://akta.antville.org/stories/139637/</link>
      <description>2 weeks ago, I bought &lt;a href="http://www.wildstorm.com/minisites/loeg/loeg.html"&gt;the league of extrordinary gentlemen Vol. II &lt;/a&gt;by Alan Moore and Kevin O&amp;#8217;Neill, I was very eager to read it since I loved Vol. 1, having read lots of classic sci-fi when I was younger (Jules Vernes, HG Wells, etc), I could only enjoy those references to books that kept me awake during the late hours of the night.&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;But to my surprise Vol. II is taking place on Mars and was referring to characters I didn't know, after investigating a bit (a quick jump to some LEOG forums), I learnt that this was a reference to Gulliver of Mars by Edwin L. Arnold and the Mars Cycle by Edgar Rice Burroughs. &lt;br&gt;So I went hunting again on the web and discovered that great ebook ressource that is the &lt;a href="http://www.blackmask.com"&gt;blackmask&lt;/a&gt; site, tons of quality free ebooks, don't expect to find the latest novels though.&lt;br&gt;Having found the books I needed a support to read them, I had different choices straight from my computer screen, I could print them, or use the Jornada 545 I was given 2 weeks before for which I hadn't found a use for yet.&lt;br&gt;Obviously I went for the latest.&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now all I needed was a reader for my Jornada, I had tried the microsoft LIT reader that came with Win CE but wasn't convinced, so I gave a shot to the free &lt;a href="http://www.mobipocket.com"&gt;mobipocket&lt;/a&gt; reader. After testing it for a while , Mobipocket is in my opinion the best ebook reader for win ce at this time, first it is free and you can find plenty of books in mobipocket format.&lt;br&gt;One of the most usefull option ot this reader being the full screen mode (the task bars are removed) allowing to take full advantage of the PDA screen.&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;So now fully equipped I could start my reading.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&amp;#10;</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 30 Aug 2002 07:43:23 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://akta.antville.org/stories/139637/</guid>
      <dc:creator>akta</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2002-08-30T07:43:23Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Working on the phone</title>
      <link>http://akta.antville.org/stories/119708/</link>
      <description>It is important to smile when you speak on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;People can litteraly hear you smile, and unlike in face to face discussion, they don't see that piece of lettuce stuck between your teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;Phone 1&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;Face to Face 0&amp;#10;</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 09 Aug 2002 12:52:19 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://akta.antville.org/stories/119708/</guid>
      <dc:creator>akta</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2002-08-09T12:52:19Z</dc:date>
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      <title>L'unique</title>
      <link>http://akta.antville.org/stories/119705/</link>
      <description>La premiere fois que je lui ai parl&amp;eacute;,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;Elle portait des ailes,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;Dieu, qu'elle etait belle!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;La magie a op&amp;eacute;r&amp;eacute;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;et nos coeur ont chang&amp;eacute;.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;Malheureusement le sien,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;bien que d&amp;egrave;s lors li&amp;eacute; au mien,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;portait les stigmates du pass&amp;eacute;,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;etait d&amp;eacute;fendu par un rempart&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;Il etait trop tot...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;Mais c'etait trop tard!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;Je l'avais dans la peau.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;N'ecoutant que mon coeur,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;je la harcelais pendant des heures.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;Les heures devinrent des jours,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;les Jours devinrent des mois...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;Maintes fois son coeur s'eprit de moi&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;et maintes fois sa tete refusa l'amour.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;Mais le monde est bien fait&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;l'amour triomphe toujours quand il est vrai&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;Ainsi son coeur finit par s'epanouir&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;et les fantomes par s'&amp;eacute;vanouir&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;Et c'est ainsi que le 27 juillet dernier&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;nous nous sommes unis pour l'&amp;eacute;ternit&amp;eacute;.&amp;#10;&amp;#10;</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 09 Aug 2002 12:48:40 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://akta.antville.org/stories/119705/</guid>
      <dc:creator>akta</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2002-08-09T12:48:40Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Me</title>
      <link>http://akta.antville.org/stories/114741/</link>
      <description>Yes that's me or I should rather say that was me before I got glasses...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;&lt;img height="200" width="186" src="http://www.antville.org/static/akta/images/Me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;...&amp;#10;</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 05 Aug 2002 13:34:32 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://akta.antville.org/stories/114741/</guid>
      <dc:creator>akta</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2002-08-05T13:34:32Z</dc:date>
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      <title>La première fois</title>
      <link>http://akta.antville.org/stories/114707/</link>
      <description>La premi&amp;egrave;re fois que nos regards se sont crois&amp;eacute;s&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;Il ne s'est rien pass&amp;eacute;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;La premi&amp;egrave;re fois que tu m'as parl&amp;eacute;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;En ange tu etais d&amp;eacute;guis&amp;eacute;e&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;La premi&amp;egrave;re fois que tu m'as souris&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;Mon coeur t'etais deja acquis&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;La premi&amp;egrave;re fois que je t'ai ressenti&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;Contre toi j'etais assis&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;La premi&amp;egrave;re fois que tu t'es serr&amp;eacute; contre moi&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;Ca semblais aller de soit&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;La premi&amp;egrave;re fois que nos l&amp;egrave;vres se sont rencontr&amp;eacute;es&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;La lune s'est embras&amp;eacute;e&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;Et ma vie a chang&amp;eacute;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;La premi&amp;egrave;re fois que tu m'as rejet&amp;eacute;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;On etait mercredi&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;Les fois suivantes aussi&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;La derni&amp;egrave;re fois que tu m'as embrass&amp;eacute;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;Tu etais gripp&amp;eacute;e&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;La derni&amp;egrave;re fois que je t'ai enlac&amp;eacute;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;Tu etais &amp;eacute;nerv&amp;eacute;e&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;La derni&amp;egrave;re fois que tu m'as souris&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;Une temp&amp;ecirc;te a suivi&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;La derni&amp;egrave;re fois que je t'ai aper&amp;ccedil;u&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;C'etait une inconnue&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;La derni&amp;egrave;re fois que j'ai prononc&amp;eacute; ton nom&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;Tu n'etais pas la.&amp;#10;&amp;#10;</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 05 Aug 2002 13:00:56 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://akta.antville.org/stories/114707/</guid>
      <dc:creator>akta</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2002-08-05T13:00:56Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Scene II</title>
      <link>http://akta.antville.org/stories/114702/</link>
      <description>Elle, Lui&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;Sur un pont, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;Lui accoud&amp;eacute; &amp;agrave; la ballustrade, le regard perdu dans le n&amp;eacute;ant.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;Elle arrive en fredonnant (rayonnante comme d'habitude) le voit et vient le saluer.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;Elle - Bonjour! comment vas-tu?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;Lui &amp;eacute;vitant son regard - ... salut ...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;Elle - Hola! Ca a l'air de te faire plaisir de me voir&amp;#9;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;encore un de tes jours sans espoir?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;Lui - ...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;Elle - Tu devrais arr&amp;eacute;ter de te prendre la t&amp;ecirc;te!&amp;#9;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;sors un peu, fais la fete!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;Lui - ...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;Elle - Bon si tu veux pas me parler.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;je vais pas t'embeter plus longtemps&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;Elle s'appr&amp;egrave;te &amp;agrave; partir, mais il se retourne et lui attrape la main.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;Lui - Attends!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;Elle remarque alors des larmes sur son visage.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;Elle - Mais ... tu as pleur&amp;eacute;?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;Lui - Non...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;Elle - Tu sais je suis pas un d&amp;eacute;mon.&amp;#9;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;Ca me fais de la peine de te voir comme ca.&amp;#9;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;Tu veux pas me dire ce qui te met dans cet &amp;eacute;tat?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;Lui - Tu tiens pas a le savoir.&amp;#9;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;C'est juste un peu de d&amp;eacute;sespoir.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;Elle - Vas-y, tu peux me parler.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;Lui - C'est pas la peine d'insister.&amp;#9;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;J'aurais prefer&amp;eacute; ne pas te croiser&amp;#9;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;maintenant tu vas te faire des id&amp;eacute;es&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;Elle - Des id&amp;eacute;es? Comme?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;Lui - Eh bien, tu vas penser que je ne suis pas un homme&amp;#9;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;juste un enfant dans un corps d'adulte,&amp;#9;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;un enfant ... qui te vous un culte.&amp;#9;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;Un &amp;ecirc;tre d&amp;eacute;primant qui se cherche une m&amp;egrave;re.&amp;#9;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;Alors que je suis tout le contraire.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;Elle - Une avoir d&amp;eacute;lirante qui a trouv&amp;eacute; un p&amp;egrave;re?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;Lui - Impair?&amp;#9;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;Euh, qu'est ce que tu dis?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;Elle - Rien, oublie!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;Lui - Ce que je veux te faire comprendre&amp;#9;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;c'est que j'ai beau &amp;ecirc;tre patient&amp;#9;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;et encaisser en serrant les dents&amp;#9;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;il arrive un stade o&amp;ugrave; le coeur ne veut plus rien entendre.&amp;#9;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;Et dans ces momments-l&amp;agrave;, &amp;#9;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;je prefererais que tu ne me vois pas.&amp;#9;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;Ca te donne une mauvaise image de moi&amp;#9;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;moi qui souhaite &amp;ecirc;tre fort devant toi.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;Un putain de telephone sonne.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;Elle - Ah, attends c'est le mien!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;Lui entre ses dents - Je parie que c'est ton nouveau chien...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;Elle n'ayant visiblement pas entendu - Bon faut que je file,&amp;#9;&amp;agrave; bientot!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;Lui - oui c'est ca ciao!&amp;#10;</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 05 Aug 2002 12:58:37 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>akta</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2002-08-05T12:58:37Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Another day</title>
      <link>http://akta.antville.org/stories/114695/</link>
      <description>Today is bank holiday in Ireland, this mean no buses to go to work, well it's not entirely true, there were some buses but on the sunday schedule. So I had to car-jack a work related colleague stopped at a red light to reach my dreaded destination.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#10;&amp;#10;&amp;#10;</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 05 Aug 2002 12:50:21 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://akta.antville.org/stories/114695/</guid>
      <dc:creator>akta</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2002-08-05T12:50:21Z</dc:date>
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