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    <title>Dylan R. E. Moonfire</title>
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        <title>Wishlist</title>
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        <published>2009-12-08T11:22:05-08:00</published>
        <updated>2009-12-08T11:22:05-08:00</updated>
        <id>http://d.moonfire.us/wishlist?rev=1260300125&amp;do=diff</id>
        <author>
            <name>D. Moonfire</name>
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        <summary>There are times when someone wants to know what I want, either for a birthday or the holidays. I have this strange opinions of gifts; I want them to be real gifts. So, I tell most people to “give me a gift assuming that I will never get you one.” If you still want to, great. I’ll give gifts when I want to and while I’m not the greatest at it, I do have a wife who is and makes sure that my name shows up on the bottom. Sometimes, I never write it myself, but most of the time, she can’t stand that …</summary>
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    <entry>
        <title>.ui coi</title>
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        <published>2009-07-23T11:46:47-08:00</published>
        <updated>2009-07-23T11:46:47-08:00</updated>
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        <author>
            <name>D. Moonfire</name>
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        <summary>“coi” means hello and ”.ui” means happy in Lojban, a language I use occasionally in my writing and just as infrequently while I’m chatting. Its also one of those little things that just seems to have filtered into the long-term parts of my memory, contributing to the large repository of useless knowledge I seem to possess.</summary>
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    <entry>
        <title>Itrifore - created</title>
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        <published>2009-06-27T17:31:06-08:00</published>
        <updated>2009-06-27T17:31:06-08:00</updated>
        <id>http://d.moonfire.us/tag/itrifore?rev=1246149066&amp;do=diff</id>
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    <entry>
        <title>Exalted</title>
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        <published>2009-06-27T17:19:21-08:00</published>
        <updated>2009-06-27T17:19:21-08:00</updated>
        <id>http://d.moonfire.us/tag/exalted?rev=1246148361&amp;do=diff</id>
        <summary>One of the places I’ve written a few stories for is White Wolf and their various contests. I’ve also managed to squeeze a few stories out on various Exalted forums and just collected them here.</summary>
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        <title>MythTV - created</title>
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        <published>2009-04-25T09:48:34-08:00</published>
        <updated>2009-04-25T09:48:34-08:00</updated>
        <id>http://d.moonfire.us/mythtv?rev=1240678114&amp;do=diff</id>
        <summary>I like having a DVR (digital video recorder) or PVR (personal video recorder). I’ve used quite a few of them, including TiVo, Microsoft Ultimate, and the cheap ones I get from DirecTV. I’m also one of those people who likes to play with little complicated toys. All of those have died on us. Repeatedly. At this point, I’ve gone through seven commericial PVR’s of various types.</summary>
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        <title>A Simple Cog - created</title>
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        <published>2008-10-06T08:41:57-08:00</published>
        <updated>2008-10-06T08:41:57-08:00</updated>
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        <summary>The door slammed hard into the plaster wall and knocked down a few errant portraits before swinging back just as violently. The door smacked the man following behind the baron right in the chest, staggering him back. Shaking his head, the older man managed to clear his head and burst through the door.</summary>
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    <entry>
        <title>Stories - created</title>
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        <published>2008-10-06T08:39:11-08:00</published>
        <updated>2008-10-06T08:39:11-08:00</updated>
        <id>http://d.moonfire.us/tag/stories?rev=1223307551&amp;do=diff</id>
        <summary>I like to write. Most of what I publish is stories as opposed to novels which I try to get published. Below is a list of the stories I’ve written. Some of them are hosted on this site, some of them are hosted elsewhere, but all have an entry here.</summary>
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        <title>Silver Presents</title>
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        <published>2008-09-19T07:46:16-08:00</published>
        <updated>2008-09-19T07:46:16-08:00</updated>
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        <summary>The Man chewed on his cigar as he picked his way across the brightly flaming bodies of his precious frat boys and girls. Across from him, the dazed shape of the Big Wisniewski tugged on his bathrobe as he did the same, winding his way around the stench puddles that ate away at his disgusting hippies. In the middle, a damn adventurer stood in the middle, looking around with the delighted glee of someone who just opened up 1,998 Crimbo presents. A shiver rose down his spine as he looked into those…</summary>
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        <title>Hidden Room</title>
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        <published>2008-09-08T11:56:41-08:00</published>
        <updated>2008-09-08T11:56:41-08:00</updated>
        <id>http://d.moonfire.us/stories/hidden-room?rev=1220900201&amp;do=diff</id>
        <summary>weekly prizes

Greg stared at the back wall of his basement with trepidation. Somewhere behind the rotting paneling and tacky tile was a room. A room that showed up on blueprints but had no doors. He glanced behind him where he had arranged nearly a ton of wood, steel, drywall, and home improvement tools. A couple thousand dollars on a credit card that he couldn’t afford, but he needed to do something.</summary>
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