<?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-9863005</id><updated>2011-07-08T13:05:15.943-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is my Mind?</title><subtitle type='html'>Musings on culture and other things that don't make sense to me</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>111</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-5443324649977671748</id><published>2010-01-07T14:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T14:23:03.742-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A week of awesomeness</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Monday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazon sales + raise + more hours + $100 gift card = Awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tuesday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traded in old comics for new comics + Avatar 3D = Awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wednesday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My paycheck is way more than I thought it would be = Awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thursday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GST Check + Scott Pilgrim stills = Awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday&lt;/b&gt;(awesomeness that is yet to come)&lt;br /&gt;Free pints from an old boss/friend + Pad Thai + more comics shopping = Awesome&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863005-5443324649977671748?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/5443324649977671748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=5443324649977671748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/5443324649977671748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/5443324649977671748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2010/01/week-of-awesomeness.html' title='A week of awesomeness'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-2591682753018480410</id><published>2010-01-04T12:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T12:42:18.845-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring it on 2010</title><content type='html'>I'm not one to make new years resolutions.  I've learnt over the years that I never keep them.  So instead, I thought this year I would just make a list of a few things that I'm looking forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Finishing my first feature length screenplay.  I have a long way to go with it, but I'm plugging along.  Who knows what I'll do with it once it's done, but hey it'll be finished.&lt;br /&gt;-Making money from something to do with photography.  Whether it's my etsy shop, or doing restoration work, or something else entirely.&lt;br /&gt;-Working my way down to my goal of weighing 200 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;-Anything and everything Scott Pilgrim.  The final book, the movie, and the video game all come out this year.&lt;br /&gt;-My family reunion in August.&lt;br /&gt;-Going somewhere outside of this bloody province.  However, that requires money which leads me to my next point.&lt;br /&gt;-Getting a new, better paying job.  I know it would be anyone's list, so why not have it on mine too.&lt;br /&gt;-Seeing Jesse Cook and Hawksley Workman in march.  It's weird, rarely do I go to concerts and these two are only a week or two apart.  &lt;br /&gt;-Rebuilding my computer.&lt;br /&gt;-Buying an HDtv.  Once I get my Visa paid off it'll be in prime condition to be racked up again.&lt;br /&gt;-Playing shinny this winter.&lt;br /&gt;-Camping at least once this summer.&lt;br /&gt;-Getting out on the lake and kayaking as much as I can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863005-2591682753018480410?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/2591682753018480410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=2591682753018480410&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/2591682753018480410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/2591682753018480410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2010/01/bring-it-on-2010.html' title='Bring it on 2010'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-5868424635724380085</id><published>2009-12-14T22:22:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T23:55:02.610-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The universe hates us (Earth that is)</title><content type='html'>In the last year we've seen two events that I think prove that the rest of the universe is going to be really disappointed when we finally show up to our first big galactic council meeting.  Actually there's a lot more than two, but today I'm just focusing on two in particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.NASA bombing the moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure by now most of you know that this past October, NASA bombed the moon.  Sounds ridiculous right?  Well as ridiculous as it may sound to us folks NASA didn't think so.  They thought that if they fired a missile at the moon in just the right spot they would find water vapor.  Well their curiosity paid off and sure enough they found what they were looking for.  Does it make it sound any less ridiculous?  No.  But hey!  They found water vapor!  You know what that means don't you?  Newly available beach front property!   Vacations to the moon!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lets get realistic here.  We really know what this is all about. They (and we all know who "They" are, but for those of you that are somewhat confused, "They" are often referred to as "Them" in addition to "They", sometimes also known as Board of Shadowy Figures) are just there to exploit this natural resource of the moon.  They are going to exploit it and the creatures that live off of this vapor who live in the currently unbombed parts of moon will suffer.  An artist's conception has figured that these creatures probably look something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/SycaGd0oTDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/eqLty2-DslY/s1600-h/doodle-crab%28colour%29.psd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 164px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/SycaGd0oTDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/eqLty2-DslY/s320/doodle-crab%28colour%29.psd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415325775323221042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It all reminds me of another certain moon dwelling species whose home was exploited: the ewoks.  And what happened in the end there?  The rest of the galaxy responded and those who were doing the exploiting got their fucking house blown up.  Personally, I like my house intact as opposed to blown up.  So, please NASA and They, please don't get our house blown up.  Let's leave the little moon-dwelling crab things alone, and not piss off the rest of the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.  Norway's missile attack on the negaverse (and not the negaverse from Darkwing Duck or Sailor Moon, the real negaverse.  Those are just cartoons, this is reality)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In December&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(this month for those of you keeping score at home), a spiraling vortex was seen over Norway in the night sky.  If you haven't seen it yet, here's a peak:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/Syce29_JA3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/pVlDrbM6fJc/s1600-h/article-1234430-07887B10000005DC-48_634x421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/Syce29_JA3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/pVlDrbM6fJc/s320/article-1234430-07887B10000005DC-48_634x421.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415331006637474674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say that it could be a comet or a Russian missile test.  Russia denied reports of the test only to say that it actually was them after all (and not them "Them" or them "They", but them Russians) which leads to the only plausible conclusion: They (as in the "They") are using Russia&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;to distract from the fact that They are firing missiles into the negaverse.  When the rest of the universe hears about this, if they already haven't, they (not the "They" but just they) are going to be pissed.  The negaverse did nothing to no one, and now They are suddenly declaring war on the peaceful negaversians.  The negaversians just sit and mind their own negabusiness and leave us alone.  I guess that's what makes them our negaverse.  We conduct missile attacks and they kick back, hang out, and leave every one alone.  Yup, the rest of the universe is going to be really pissed at us for this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly though, if the Mayans were right the universe won't have to worry about that first awkward meeting.  Come 2012, we'll be gone and the rest of the universe will be happy.  Sure the negaverse will have some cleaning up to do.  I'm sure They will manage to do Their fair share of damage to them in the next few years.  But it will be a small price to pay to have us off their hands.  To the rest of the universe we're probably like that cousin you only see every 10 years or so, and it's always 10 years too soon.  He always just shows up, wrecks your shit, and them fucks off leaving You with crap to clean up.  But when he's finally gone you can breath a sigh of relief and take comfort in the fact that it'll be a long time until you see him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863005-5868424635724380085?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/5868424635724380085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=5868424635724380085&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/5868424635724380085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/5868424635724380085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-last-year-weve-seen-two-events-that.html' title='The universe hates us (Earth that is)'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/SycaGd0oTDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/eqLty2-DslY/s72-c/doodle-crab%28colour%29.psd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-1850959199670963367</id><published>2009-11-25T23:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T00:23:42.099-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;People who know me are most likely aware that one my idols is George Carlin.  I really think he's the great philosopher of our time.  The man was a genius.   In his HBO special &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Complaints and Grievances&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;, one of his bits was just a list of people who he though aught to be killed.  The list included people who read self help books, people with bumper stickers that advertise their honour student, people who carry their baby around in front packs, and self important techno-dicks with hands-free phone headsets.  Well, since George died in June 2008, he won't be able to expand that list anymore, but I think I found some people who would definitely make the cut.  It's a little more specific than the items on his list, but I think he would approve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Parents who don't allow their children's school to assign homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's true.  They're out there.  Check &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://ca.news.yahoo.com/s/cbc/091118/canada/canada_calgary_calgary_homework_school_students"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; out.  They signed what's being called a differentiated homework plan that allows for their kids to not have to have homework sent home.  It's a contract saying that their kids can't have homework.  No matter how many times I read it, it still makes no sense.  Apparently these parents thought their kids (who are in grade 5 and 7) were too overloaded with homework and it "kept [the] children from improving their weak areas".  Like what?  Sitting on their ass playing guitar hero?  Learning to masturbate quietly when people were home?  I know that's what I focused on.  I realize that these weak areas being referred to are their weak subjects, but I'm sorry, their weak areas aren't going to improve.  However they will eventually become quite skilled in sitting in their underwear, eating cereal, and watching games hows all day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This half-wit parent says that it's useless for the kids to be getting marked on their homework, because the older siblings and parents are the ones doing the homework for them.  Well here's an idea bruno: maybe make your kids do their own homework and they might have a chance at not growing up to be a complete fucking imbecile like their parents.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;What the hell is going to happen to these kids?  Homework is a part of growing up and going to elementary and high school, and eventually university (if you go that road).  When these kids grow up - or just age, because growing up implies that their will be some kind of maturing happening - are their parents going to try sign a no speeding ticket contract with the city police? Will they stand in court arguing that their kids don't deserve the ticket because it their too overloaded with parking tickets?  They need to focus on not parking illegally because it's one of their weak areas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Carlin said that today's kids are way too soft, and the fault lays on the parents.  They want to protect their kids from everything.  As Carlin said "these soft fruity baby boomers are raising an entire generation of soft fruity kids."  But maybe Carlin would agree with it on some level.  Maybe one day these kids won't have chemistry homework assigned to them, so they won't know to not drink the red stuff that only looks like Kool-Aid.  Carlin called it passive eugenics.  Maybe he was onto something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I don't doubt that these parents aren't trying to help their kids.  I'm sure they think that they're doing the right thing.  But, to quote George one last time: "If you wanna know how to help your children?  Leave them the fuck alone!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863005-1850959199670963367?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/1850959199670963367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=1850959199670963367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/1850959199670963367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/1850959199670963367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2009/11/people-who-know-me-are-most-likely.html' title=''/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-8223909381825717503</id><published>2008-11-08T21:50:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T22:24:46.625-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I have returned!... I hope someone noticed I was gone</title><content type='html'>So, yes I have been absent from this blog page/time-taker-upper/place for me to rant things/excuse to use an excess amount of slashes.  I do apologize for I'm sure you were worried sick.  And what have I been doing you ask.  Well its been a roller coaster ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I've been busy with school.  This is always the easiest excuse to use.&lt;br /&gt;2. When I haven't been busy with school, I've been at work, adding pictures of kittens into pictures of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;3. I bought a Wii.  I don't think that needs any real explanation.&lt;br /&gt;4. I've been fretting about a few choice ladies.  However, I think the fretting has ceased, and it better have because even I'm starting to think I've been a bit of a little bitch about it lately.&lt;br /&gt;5. The occasional binge drinking.&lt;br /&gt;6. Spacing out.  This has nothing to do with drugs, I've just been finding myself sitting and spacing out for significant periods of time, usually while attempting to sit down to do some sort of homework.  I think its been taking up probably the most amount of time because it's easy, free, and I won't have to see the effects of it until a later date.&lt;br /&gt;7. Going to movies.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Zack and Miri Make A Porno&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Burn After Reading&lt;/span&gt; very well could be the funniest new movies I've seen in quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;8. Masturbating&lt;br /&gt;9. Growing a beard.  &lt;a href="http://smyrish.blogspot.com/"&gt;Smyrish&lt;/a&gt; has started a beard growing contest on facebook.  It's only one week in but I think I'm doing ok.  I know I'm doing better than others.  Also, just like #6 it's easy, and free  That and I want to beat &lt;a href="http://smyrish.blogspot.com/"&gt;Smyrish&lt;/a&gt;.  Here's what I'm looking like after week 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/SRZj-aEXdbI/AAAAAAAAADU/f5sn2mVSBOA/s1600-h/Oct+4+08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/SRZj-aEXdbI/AAAAAAAAADU/f5sn2mVSBOA/s320/Oct+4+08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266506738057049522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I got a cat.  Her name is Starbuck (no it has nothing to do with coffee, but everything to do with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Battlestar Galactica&lt;/span&gt;).  She wakes me up at all hours of the night and likes to sleep in the sink, but she's very cuddly so that's kind of kick ass.  &lt;a href="http://abigailroad.blogspot.com/"&gt;Abigail Road&lt;/a&gt; gave her too me because she was causing &lt;a href="http://smyrish.blogspot.com/"&gt;Smyrish&lt;/a&gt;'s allergies to act up too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/SRZlfWU139I/AAAAAAAAADc/EDeo-IC5wnA/s1600-h/Oct+4+08+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/SRZlfWU139I/AAAAAAAAADc/EDeo-IC5wnA/s320/Oct+4+08+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266508403499720658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/SRZlfrvxUnI/AAAAAAAAADk/tByUZcji6Oo/s1600-h/Oct+4+08+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/SRZlfrvxUnI/AAAAAAAAADk/tByUZcji6Oo/s320/Oct+4+08+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266508409249813106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Reading lots of comic books.&lt;br /&gt;12. Trying to make a lot of new comic strips.  I've got 2 sketched out.&lt;br /&gt;13. Working out.  I've gone from 238/240 at the end of august down to 228 just a few weeks ago.  My goal is 220 by Christmas and it's totally do able.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's about it.  I'm sure that there's more, but I'm tired and need sleep, so I bid thee adieu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863005-8223909381825717503?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/8223909381825717503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=8223909381825717503&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/8223909381825717503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/8223909381825717503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-have-returned-i-hope-someone-noticed.html' title='I have returned!... I hope someone noticed I was gone'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/SRZj-aEXdbI/AAAAAAAAADU/f5sn2mVSBOA/s72-c/Oct+4+08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-5087448510232904148</id><published>2008-10-10T12:50:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T13:03:55.897-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Alice in Burton-land</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;So Tim Burton's is making a new Alice in Wonderland movie.   Unsurprisingly Johnny Depp is in it too.   I'm sure this makes some people happy, and will cause a large contingent of people to simultaneously crap and cream their pants, but do you know what I think?  FUCK TIM BURTON!  That's right I said it!  Fuck Tim Burton.   While I'm pissing people off, I'm going to go right ahead and say fuck Johnny Depp too, he's guilty by association!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;I used to get excited about Tim Burton and Johnny Depp doing a movie together.   It was something special.   But now it's at to the point where they've just been making the same movie over and over and over again.   But, before everyone gets their panties in a twist, I don't mean the same movie storywise, I mean visually.   It's gotten to the point where I'd rather see a sequel to Planet of the Apes and find out what the ape-Lincoln was all about than watch another outing from the Burton/Depp brigade.   I can already tell you that at some point Helena Bohnam Carter's going to show up and have crazy hair and crack-eyes, and so will Depp.   There won't be a single leaf on any of the crazy, twisted trees, and the sky will be perpetually dark and gloomy, and the sun will only shine at the end of the movie...maybe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;It's not that I'm accusing Timmy of having no talent, because he very much does.   I loved Big Fish.   That movie was awesome.   While it still felt like a Tim Burton movie, at the same time it was very un-Tim Burton.   It was a breath of fresh air.   I even enjoyed Corpse Bride, however, it did have the same visual style (crazy trees, perpetually gloomy, no sun, blah, blah, blah), and a disappointing storyline, I was too busy busting a nut over the animation to care when I first watched it.   But if you take Corpse Bride's visual style and combine it with Sleepy Hollow, chucks of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, and Sweeny Todd - - - - excuse me while I go puke all over myself...there we go.  That's the ticket....moving right along - - - - if you combine these movies you have just what I created: a big pile of puke.   There are chunks that can be distinguished from other chucks but in the end its all the same pile of puke.      &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;Like I said earlier Timmy-boy has talent, and this whole dark and gloomy style isn't something new, he's been using it all his career, back when he made Vincent when he was working for Disney.   However, as far as I'm concerned he's not using his talent and he's slapping a lot of his fans (or probably more accurately, now ex-fans) in the face.   Now, I'm about to use a word that I really don't like to use unless absolutely necessary, but I can't think of any other way to properly express myself.  Here goes:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;Tim Burton is a SELLOUT.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;There I said it.   If you plan on waiting for me in a dark ally to shank me please make it quick, and if you're now making your way up to a bell tower to give me the surprise of my life, please take some practice shots first and get the job done right to save me a costly ambulance ride.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;But the fact is, he has sold out.   He could use his creativity and make something new and fresh and astound his fans, yet he persists to go for the payday.   He knows (and so does Depp) that if he sticks to his same old style there will be a big fat paycheck in it for him, and Johnny.   They know that there will always be some fanboys and girls out there who will be ready to soak their pants on command just so they can get their payday, but you can count me out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;Now, I'm not saying that I'm totally going to boycott this new Alice in Wonderland.   No, I'm not one of those fanboys who makes it his personal mission in life to rob some director of their hard earned 10 bucks.   There's probably about a 99% chance that I'll see it in its first run in the theaters, and that's for two reasons.  1) Because if I'm going to continue this rant against Burton for years to come, I need to have viewed the material.  I'm not that ignorant.  2) I actually hope that Burton proves me wrong and really does do something that I like, and not exactly what I'm expecting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863005-5087448510232904148?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/5087448510232904148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=5087448510232904148&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/5087448510232904148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/5087448510232904148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2008/10/alice-in-burton-land.html' title='Alice in Burton-land'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-950656857911780894</id><published>2008-09-12T01:11:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T01:17:12.865-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Strip! #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/SMoXY1I3i2I/AAAAAAAAACg/ifC9uDRQeok/s1600-h/Strip2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/SMoXY1I3i2I/AAAAAAAAACg/ifC9uDRQeok/s400/Strip2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245030431374936930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863005-950656857911780894?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/950656857911780894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=950656857911780894&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/950656857911780894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/950656857911780894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2008/09/strip-2.html' title='The Strip! #2'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/SMoXY1I3i2I/AAAAAAAAACg/ifC9uDRQeok/s72-c/Strip2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-3728069595338680278</id><published>2008-09-05T23:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T23:28:17.265-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Old Fashioned Rant</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I hate facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before some of you ask "then why do you have a facebook account?", let me continue.  I hate facebook for a variety of reasons.  However, I also like if for a variety of other reasons.  The main reason I like it, and still have an account, is for the messaging.  People I know in both far away lands as well as locally, who also have facebook accounts, are easy to get in touch with.  That's really the main reason I'm on the stupid thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now onto the hate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What sparked the idea to write this post is that today, in my e-mail, I received a message informing me that someone I know on facebook has invited me to join a group called &lt;span&gt;"1,000,000 AGAINST THE NEW FACEBOOK LAYOUT!".  I promptly denied the invitation and was about to go on with my sorry existence when curiosity got the best of me and I decided to take a peek at how many people where in this group, and what was being posted on the message boards and such.&lt;/span&gt;  Well, I have to tell you that my disgust was at least triplicated (I think that's a word) and I suddenly felt a great deal of pity for these poor souls who obviosly have nothing better to do than to discuss and bitch and while and complain about the horror that will be unleashed on the world when the new facebook layout becomes the only layout they have to choose.  I know, I know, it will be tradgedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and it's not like it's a small group either.  There are over 160,000 members, almost 2,500 posts on its main forum, and 51 disscussion board topics.   People are talking about cyber-revolutions, and protests outside facebooks headquarters, and by reading their previous posts you can tell that these people are actually serious about this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has this world come to when you can't get a person to help an old lady get up after slipping on an icy sidewalk, but there are 100,000 cyber zombies talking about revolution and protests over a fucking website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just really makes me sick....and not just this topic, but the fact that this fraking website has become so quickly engrained into our culture.  Daily you can hear people say "Oh that picture would make a great facebook profile", or "I'll facebook you later".  Now granted, I will admit that that I have said these things.  However, now that I have reminded myself of this, I will promptly vomit all over myself both as a sort of repentance, and because I have, in fact, just made myself sick.&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/9863005-3728069595338680278?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/3728069595338680278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=3728069595338680278&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/3728069595338680278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/3728069595338680278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2008/09/good-old-fashioned-rant.html' title='A Good Old Fashioned Rant'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-5708316364336615326</id><published>2008-08-25T16:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T17:03:44.261-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Comics Kick Ass #1</title><content type='html'>Batman and Superman are jerks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://goodcomics.comicbookresources.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/wf9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://goodcomics.comicbookresources.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/wf9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://goodcomics.comicbookresources.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/wf3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://goodcomics.comicbookresources.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/wf3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and they are apparently really in love with themselves, or each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://goodcomics.comicbookresources.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/wf7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://goodcomics.comicbookresources.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/wf7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863005-5708316364336615326?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/5708316364336615326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=5708316364336615326&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/5708316364336615326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/5708316364336615326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2008/08/comics-kick-ass-1.html' title='Comics Kick Ass #1'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-8473320591296411061</id><published>2008-08-24T19:59:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T20:50:55.285-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday at the Arcade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The other day I had one of my wonderful brainstorms.  I should wrangle a group of people together and go play video games at an arcade.  Apparently such things still exist.  The extent of my wrangling was quite small as few people either didn't want to go, or said they would then promptly locked their doors and threw out their telephones so I could not contact them, for perhaps to them going to an arcade is some sort of silly, childish time waster.  They could be right.  But this particular arcade only charges $3/hour of gaming.  I don't care who you are or where you live or what you do, $3 for an hour of entertainment is pretty freaking good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I managed to wrangle &lt;a href="http://smyrish.blogspot.com/"&gt;Smyrish&lt;/a&gt; and one of my bearded friends into coming to the arcade, and let me tell you:  It wasn't all that it was cracked up to be.  Don't get me wrong, it wasn't terrible.  It had a Wrestlemania arcade where I could play as Razer Ramon and Dionk the Clown.  How could it be bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3133/2795083552_63a03153d0.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3133/2795083552_63a03153d0.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't so much that it was bad, it was just a little boring.  Perhaps the previous evenings four hours of video games kind of ruined me for the days events.  I think that the proof of this, is in the fact that I had more fun playing ski ball than the Terminator Arcade that I still suck at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3053/2794233735_b9e77ebfcf.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3053/2794233735_b9e77ebfcf.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, like I said, it was only $3 and everything was free.  I didn't have to drop quarters into a machine that a) didn't work and b) didn't give me my money back, just as the scenario is usually played out when I go arcading.  For some reason I didn't play any Dance Dance Revolution.  It's usually the first thing I go to.  Perhaps I was just too distracted by all the bright flashing lights. . . wait a tick.  All DDR is, is bright flashing lights...hmmmmm...whatever the case may be, the fact is I didn't play it, and it was odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3062/2794211371_2a00ed8296.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3062/2794211371_2a00ed8296.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They had some Classic games like Metal Slug (which Smyrish is playing above), Ms. Pac Man, and some good old Street Fighter which were pretty kick ass.  Even with these, I don't think it was enough to draw me back anytime soon.  Maybe next time we'll put a few beer in us and then go.  But perhaps being drunk in public surrounded by a bunch of children in the early afternoon isn't the best idea legally speaking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863005-8473320591296411061?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/8473320591296411061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=8473320591296411061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/8473320591296411061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/8473320591296411061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2008/08/saturday-at-arcade.html' title='Saturday at the Arcade'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-6673322633505315499</id><published>2008-08-20T17:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T17:21:40.638-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is My Mind:  The Strip!</title><content type='html'>this was all done in Gimp.  so it's a few steps up from MS Paint.  Hopefully the lack of artistic skill will be balanced out by some funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/SKyml_aeFqI/AAAAAAAAACY/TwDteOZq4DY/s1600-h/Strip1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/SKyml_aeFqI/AAAAAAAAACY/TwDteOZq4DY/s400/Strip1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236743638332872354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863005-6673322633505315499?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/6673322633505315499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=6673322633505315499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/6673322633505315499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/6673322633505315499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2008/08/where-is-my-mind-strip.html' title='Where is My Mind:  The Strip!'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/SKyml_aeFqI/AAAAAAAAACY/TwDteOZq4DY/s72-c/Strip1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-3675529207179351090</id><published>2008-08-19T15:01:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T15:16:21.479-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A new time waster</title><content type='html'>Well, today has been productive.  After working 7 days straight at the photo hut for while the old man is was on holidays, I finally have a day off, and 4 more follow this one.  So what have I done that is so productive you ask.  Well, I watched Battlestar Gallactica. . . ok maybe not that's not very productive, but it's something I've been meaning to do.  Following that I made a trek through the hot sun and crazy winds to the village of value to purchase some articles of clothing, and browse books of both the traditional and comic form.  It was a partly successful trip, but I didn't exactly find what I was looking for.  However, my greatest success of the day thus far has been the discovery of an all new time wasting activity for me: taking pictures of me friends and putting them in the game &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Doom&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/SKs3E3eczVI/AAAAAAAAACI/66LTMWpShMk/s1600-h/solsticedoom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/SKs3E3eczVI/AAAAAAAAACI/66LTMWpShMk/s400/solsticedoom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236339548499004754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/SKs4DFiYLJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Xv9fJXEeZZ8/s1600-h/roddoom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/SKs4DFiYLJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Xv9fJXEeZZ8/s400/roddoom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236340617425464466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure that I'm at least a good decade behind in thinking that this is cool and fun.  But, oh well.  I like it now and that's what matters, not?  I just like to think that it has an enormous amount of possibilities for fun...and like I said, I can waste even more time now doing another thing to put off my priorities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love being a slacker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863005-3675529207179351090?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/3675529207179351090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=3675529207179351090&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/3675529207179351090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/3675529207179351090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-time-waster.html' title='A new time waster'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/SKs3E3eczVI/AAAAAAAAACI/66LTMWpShMk/s72-c/solsticedoom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-8384236161972011330</id><published>2008-08-11T22:16:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T23:46:58.647-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I like boobs, and I think they're popular in the funny books too</title><content type='html'>So, there's no hiding the fact that  female superheroes have huge boobs.  HOT TIP  FOR THE LADIES:  If you want bigger tits, it may be cheaper and easier to just develop superpowers  rather than pay for  costly surgery.  It's win-win, you get superpowers and a bigger set of funbags.  Everybody wins!  Now onto my point.  Today &lt;a href="http://www.newsarama.com/"&gt;Newsarama&lt;/a&gt; released a &lt;a href="http://www.newsarama.com/comics/080811-BSEJeanGrey.html"&gt;review&lt;/a&gt; for the new Jean Grey Origin Mini-Series.  If you don't know who Jean Grey is , well she's one of the original members  of the X-Men.  If you don't know who the X-Men are, well . . . get-fucking-with-it and  while you're at it get back down to earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, there's no hiding the fact that female superheroes have huge knockers, and Jean Grey is no exception.  In fact, her gazungas are probably one of the most overly exploited pair  Marvel  Comics has on file . . .  especially when drawn by Greg Land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/SKETC9oHh-I/AAAAAAAAAA8/8kQUA9Sz7sY/s1600-h/Jeangre.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/SKETC9oHh-I/AAAAAAAAAA8/8kQUA9Sz7sY/s320/Jeangre.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233485183604721634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(actually every woman drawn by Greg Land is like this).  Or when she's gone evil...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/SKETWPBauBI/AAAAAAAAABE/Tc-RC_FCd-U/s1600-h/424px-Madelyne_Pryor_Goblin_Queen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/SKETWPBauBI/AAAAAAAAABE/Tc-RC_FCd-U/s320/424px-Madelyne_Pryor_Goblin_Queen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233485514691754002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok, so the last example may actually be Jean's clone, but it's  essentially the same pair of juggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now don't get me wrong, I love a good set of jubblies as much as the next guy.  However, a) comic book art is not generally a turn on for me and b) I've finally reached the part of this post where I start to make a point and refer to that whole Newsarama review thing I mentioned way up there before I distracted you from my terrible grammer with some major boobage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now take a good look at the cover for issue #1.  Notice anything? (click on it for a better view)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.newsarama.com/multimedia/img_display.php?pic=SkdDb3Zlci5qcGd8QmVzdCBTaG90cyBFeHRyYTogWC1NZW4gT3JpZ2luczogSmVhbiBHcmV5ICMxfHxjb21pY3M="&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/SKEU28IpwKI/AAAAAAAAABM/DhLIvLWmUIk/s400/JGCover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233487176069136546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first thing I noticed is that the X-Men actually look like children, as they are supposed to, when they first arrived at the Xavier Institute.  Even the reviewer states the artist's "young Jean actually looks like a young girl".  It's one of the only good things he has to say about the issue.  However, you're probably wondering what all this previous talk about breasteses is about and what the fuck it has to do with anything.   Well, take another good look at that cover.  Even though this is supposed to be a very young, pre-teen Jean Grey, she still has a chest that could land her a part in the newest Girls Gone Wild installment.  Something is very out of whack about this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get why comic companies give their female heroes huge guns.  Just like with everything else, sex sells, and yes I'm sure there are many people who have enjoyed many a romantic evening with an issue Catwoman that can prove this point.  I also realize that yes some young girls develop earlier than others and that it is entirely possible that Jean could have as well.  However, I like to think that this thought did not cross the artists mind, and that possibly in an attempt to appeal the to pedophile crowd Marvel wanted young Jean Grey to have as big a rack as they could get away with.  I suppose there's also the possibility that this image is supposed to attract pre-teen boys to this comic, but the fact is pre-teen boys don't read comics any more unless they're from Japan, or unless they stumble across their older brothers collection, in which case they will probably look past it and take the big stack of porn that the comics were actually hiding and check out some real melons instead.  Therefore, by process of elimination, I think it's safe to say that these pre-teen cans were created and directed toward the dirty old man crowd, not surprisingly though, because Stan Lee is in fact a dirty old man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Note. synonyms for breasts that I didn't get to use but wanted to: milk factories, busoms, bazungas, bra fillers, erection factories, nipple foundations)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863005-8384236161972011330?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/8384236161972011330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=8384236161972011330&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/8384236161972011330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/8384236161972011330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-like-boobs-and-i-think-theyre-popular.html' title='I like boobs, and I think they&apos;re popular in the funny books too'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/SKETC9oHh-I/AAAAAAAAAA8/8kQUA9Sz7sY/s72-c/Jeangre.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-5164871630427732420</id><published>2008-03-22T01:43:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T01:49:40.295-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I've Learnt from Archie Comics - Episode 1</title><content type='html'>1.  In the year 3000, mullets will be way cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/R-S5dhRLguI/AAAAAAAAAAg/x9PEXvPGeF8/s1600-h/2-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 464px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/R-S5dhRLguI/AAAAAAAAAAg/x9PEXvPGeF8/s320/2-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180469388180685538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Danny/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863005-5164871630427732420?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/5164871630427732420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=5164871630427732420&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/5164871630427732420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/5164871630427732420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2008/03/things-ive-learnt-from-archie-comics.html' title='Things I&apos;ve Learnt from Archie Comics - Episode 1'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/R-S5dhRLguI/AAAAAAAAAAg/x9PEXvPGeF8/s72-c/2-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-114585221498272966</id><published>2006-04-23T22:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T22:16:55.010-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Youngblood at the Movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;So here I am once again ready to talk to you on the subject of movies.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What’s today’s flick you ask?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, it’s none other than the critically acclaimed, however controversial picture, &lt;i&gt;Brokeback Mountain&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I saw it last week at Rainbow Cinemas.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Even though it is on DVD already, there something about two men fighting their homosexual urges that can only be gotten across on the big screen.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, how about we talk about this thing.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;First off, I am going to blast the Academy for giving Ang Lee the best director Oscar.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Some parts of the movie were really good, but others felt like a 4th year film student did them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As far as I’m concerned he only got the award because he never got one for &lt;i&gt;Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It seems like they’re doing a whole lot of that these days, but that’s a topic for another time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, the Academy did do some good by awarding the writers an Oscar.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I thought the greatness of the whole picture lied in the writing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And I guess it kind of deserved its award for the music…I guess….&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now, onto the piece itself: &lt;i&gt;Brokeback Mountain&lt;/i&gt; has been covered in controversy since it was first announced to be made a motion picture.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Prior to being put up on the big screen it was just a plain old simple book (no plug-ins, no batteries to charge), written by E. Annie Proulx.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When people heard that there was going to be a movie made about a couple of gay cowboys either one of four things happened:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(note: these are my personal observations)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0cm; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" start="1" type="1"&gt; &lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;They      were offended and wanted to put a stop to it immediately&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;They      weren’t offended by the movie but were deeply opposed to it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;They      laughed at the novelty of the gay cowboys and started making jokes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;They      just didn’t care and saw it as any other movie&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Let’s look at each one&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0cm; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" start="1" type="1"&gt;   &lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;You      know, some people get far too bent out of shape over a simple fucking      “talkie”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t recall any big      hubbub about the book when it came out.&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;I guess it’s just because the movie reached a larger audience and      perhaps convinced some confused cowboys to hop over to the other side of      the fence.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;I think the other thing is, that cowboys are most thought of from being from one of America’s favorite eras, the Wild West.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ah yes, the good ole West Wild, where rough and tumble cowboys shot outlaws, boozed it up, and screwed hookers in shady bars.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now that I actually think about it, has that changed all that much?…Anyway, I think people were feeling a little threatened that their “manliest” eras was in danger of becoming feminized or homo-ed up(for choice of a worse word).&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;From what I’ve seen, a large number of men stayed away from it because they were afraid that watching two guys kiss onscreen would cause an unexpected shift in their underpants, if you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;This one kind of gets to me because the film hasn’t been taken seriously by a lot of people.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Many people just look at the novelty of the idea of the gay cowboys and laugh and totally write off the movie.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think it was really well done.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The relationship of the gay cowboys weren’t even the focal point of the whole story.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To me the real story lied in the cowboy’s relationships with their separate families and how each man dealt with their hidden homosexual urges.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There was more to the movie than most people think and it’s a shame that they will only see it as some kind of joke or novelty.However, whether you like this movie or not, you have to admit that it is a testament to how quickly pop culture comes into our language.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Since the movie came out, rather than people calling each other gay, now you hear a lot of “Hey don’t you be going brokeback on me now!”&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt; &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0cm; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" start="4" type="1"&gt;   &lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;I      think this one kind of speaks for itself.&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;This is the category I fell into.&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;At first I saw it as any other movie, I really didn’t care what it      was about and if I ever saw it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I      think one of the real deciding factors in my going to see &lt;i&gt;Brokeback      Mountain &lt;/i&gt;was the $4 admission price.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;So, all in all I thought it was a pretty dam good picture.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;While it didn’t deserve a certain award, it did deserve another immensely.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, to end my little chat here, I will award it a ranking of $$$$ out of 5.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Youngblood&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863005-114585221498272966?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/114585221498272966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=114585221498272966&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/114585221498272966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/114585221498272966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2006/04/youngblood-at-movies.html' title='Youngblood at the Movies'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-114006301782831124</id><published>2006-02-15T22:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T22:10:17.853-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Muppets, realism, and bow ties</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;It seems that a lot of my posts lately are based from things I find on IMDB.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Today’s post is no exception.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Read on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/news/sb/2005-11-01/#film3"&gt;Muppets Become Victims of Computerized Animation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;While I do accept the fact that, yes Yoda would not look good as a Muppet surrounded by a bunch of digital characters, it still saddens me to see that the puppets that I grew up with are being retired and put up on the shelf.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now the will only to be seen by tourists on studio tours, wondering how they ever got by using those things.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I realize that compared to modern computer animation the Muppets do look old and a little out of date, and they might not look real or make realistic movements, but since when has film been about realism, especially when it comes to puppets.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Have we gotten so caught up in trying to make things look real that we can’t slip away into fantasy anymore without questioning the realism of things?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now, some of you out there who know me might be saying, “Aren’t you the one who is always bitching about realism in movies?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well to those people I say: read my next post because I have had a change of heart.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, for the time being I’ll say that in certain instances realism is needed in film, like in historical films for instances (eventhough it's usually never there).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But when it comes to Muppets?  Come on now!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They’re just bloody Muppets in a fantasy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Can’t you let it go?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s like when that bow tie wearing, republican, hate monger, shmuck Tucker Carlson from CNN’s &lt;i&gt;Crossfire&lt;/i&gt; accused Jon Stewart of not living up to responsibility of a being a newsman.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To that, Stewart pointed out that, Carlson, was on a 24 hour news network&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;that’s supposed to provide the public with hard hitting facts.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jon Stewart’s show is on Comedy Central and is followed by puppets making prank phone calls.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There’s no comparison, just like Muppets lacking realism.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;For further discussion about realism stay tuned for my next post where I will bash more things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Youngblood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863005-114006301782831124?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/114006301782831124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=114006301782831124&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/114006301782831124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/114006301782831124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2006/02/muppets-realism-and-bow-ties.html' title='Muppets, realism, and bow ties'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-113894897307235180</id><published>2006-02-03T00:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T00:47:43.363-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Youngblood at the Movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;Tonight I went to check out the sci-fi, not exactly-&lt;i&gt;Jumanji&lt;/i&gt;, board game adventure extravaganza, &lt;i&gt;Zathura&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now this was one movie I never really was that pumped up to see.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As a matter of fact I wasn’t pumped to see this at all.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, I’m glad that I went.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was well worth the four-dollar admission and eight-dollar popcorn and drink (no matter how many times I buy that it just still seems so wrong to me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think I evened things out by bringing my own chocolate bar).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;This was a great popcorn movie.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You could just sit back, relax and not once think “Oh that looked so fake” or “that couldn’t happen”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you can say that, then your in the wrong theatre, cause if you’re getting all realistic about a movie that’s based around a magical board game then something is seriously wrong with you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yes I did predict the ending and I noticed that the one kids band-aid changed back and for a few times, but that’s nothing I’m all too concerned about.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Like I said before: magical board game.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;I did find it interesting that with a PG rating and its target audience being kids, the two boys were calling each other names like dick, biatch, and an excessive use of the word hell.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s really nothing too bad, it just seems strange because these kids are 6 and 10, and considering the target audience, usually they wouldn’t even go near that in a movie.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But then again, magical board game, I suppose I shouldn’t dwell on it too much.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;The story was all there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It thought it was a really good story for kids.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The relationship of the boys kind of reminded me of my brother and I when we were kids.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I didn’t find any plot holes or anything.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They did a really good job of presenting certain little events throughout the movie, that at first don’t seem all that important but pay off in the end.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think those are always nice, as long as they serve a purpose to the story, which in this case they do.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;The effects in the movie were incredible, short for some of the alien’s costumes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They had the same feel of the live action Ninja Turtles, only much better.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, while they didn’t look that great I think it wouldn’t have looked as good as CGI so I think they made a good choice.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think one of the reasons that they were able to have such high quality effects is because of the lack of cast.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;IMDB records only 11 cast members in &lt;i&gt;Zathura&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One of which, Frank Ox, is just a voice and 4 others are just nameless aliens.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t know about you, but to me that seems like a good way to save some cash.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="arial" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;Overall I really enjoyed this and I think it was just as good as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jumanji&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’s pretty good considering that I didn’t think it would be nearly as good.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m giving &lt;i&gt;Zathura&lt;/i&gt; * * * * out of 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Youngblood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863005-113894897307235180?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/113894897307235180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=113894897307235180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/113894897307235180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/113894897307235180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2006/02/youngblood-at-movies.html' title='Youngblood at the Movies'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-113830841172340623</id><published>2006-01-26T14:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T14:46:51.776-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Something a little different</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Below I’ve pasted the lyrics to the song “When the President talks to God” by Bright Eyes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I just wanted to post these lyrics, just ‘cause.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I realize that it’s a poor excuse to get out of doing a real post, but this song is amazing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Read the lyrics and if you want there’s a torrent link for the whole album that it’s from, for you at the bottom so you can actually listen to it if you want to.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Either that or you can search for the song on whatever you use to download stuff with.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So here it is:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;When the President talks to God,&lt;br /&gt;are the conversations brief or long?&lt;br /&gt;Does he ask to rape our women’s rights,&lt;br /&gt;and send poor farm kids off to die?&lt;br /&gt;Does God suggest an oil hike,&lt;br /&gt;when the President talks to God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the President talks to God,&lt;br /&gt;are the consonants all hard or soft?&lt;br /&gt;Is he resolute all down the line?&lt;br /&gt;Is every issue black or white?&lt;br /&gt;Does what God say ever change his mind,&lt;br /&gt;when the President talks to God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the President talks to God,&lt;br /&gt;does he fake that drawl or merely nod?&lt;br /&gt;Agree which convicts should be killed?&lt;br /&gt;Where prisons should be built and filled?&lt;br /&gt;Which voter fraud must be concealed,&lt;br /&gt;when the President talks to God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the President talks to God,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder which one plays the better cop.&lt;br /&gt;"We should find some jobs, the ghetto's broke,"&lt;br /&gt;"No, they're lazy, George, I say we don't;&lt;br /&gt;just give 'em more liquor stores and dirty coke!"&lt;br /&gt;That's what God recommends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the President talks to God,&lt;br /&gt;do they drink near beer and go play golf,&lt;br /&gt;while they pick which countries to invade,&lt;br /&gt;which Muslim souls still can be saved?&lt;br /&gt;I guess God just calls a spade a spade,&lt;br /&gt;when the President talks to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the President talks to God,&lt;br /&gt;does he ever think that maybe he's not?&lt;br /&gt;That that voice is just inside his head,&lt;br /&gt;when he kneels next to the presidential bed?&lt;br /&gt;Does he ever smell his own bullshit?&lt;br /&gt;When the President talks to God?&lt;br /&gt;I doubt it...I doubt it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Torrent Link: &lt;a href="http://ts.searching.com/download.asp?id=466545"&gt;http://ts.searching.com/download.asp?id=466545&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s also on the Bright Eyes - “First day of my life” single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Youngblood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863005-113830841172340623?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/113830841172340623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=113830841172340623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/113830841172340623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/113830841172340623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2006/01/something-little-different.html' title='Something a little different'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-113814620895361651</id><published>2006-01-24T17:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T17:43:28.973-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Search for a Flux Capacitor</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lately I’ve been doing some serious thinking about my life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ve been assessing a lot of things.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ve realized that I haven’t done a lot of things I wanted to do by now, and there are a lot of things that I would like to do while I am still in this period of my life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, mainly I’ve found that there is one major thing that is seriously lacking in my life right now (besides dignity).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The “thing” in question, is a flux capacitor.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you don’t know what a flux capacitor is, it is the device that makes time travel possible.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That is if you go along with the Dr. Emmett Brown theory of time travel.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;So I’ve decided to embark on a search for such an item.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ve outlined some steps as to how to acquire it and I’ve decided to share them with you incase some of you out there are also lacking of a flux capacitor, and need one to make your life feel more whole; or full if you will.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0cm; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" start="1" type="1"&gt; &lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;First      you need to have a place to go and reason to go there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Make it a good one because you can (and      probably will) fuck shit up, and you could be stuck wherever you’re      going.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So make it a place you      wouldn’t mind spending the rest of your pathetic existence, you shmuck.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;Once      you’ve decided on a destination you now must find a power source.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To travel through time you will need a      charge of 1.21 gigawatts.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Dr.      Brown originally used plutonium, however a bolt of lightning did work in a      pinch.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Both will be difficult to      use, but will be effective.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I      recommend this step before you do anything else because the flux capacitor      is going to be tough (and expensive) to build or find.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So you better make sure you have a use      for it before you spend all your time and money acquiring it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;Okay,      now that you have a destination and a power source you’re going to want to      start finding your flux capacitor.&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;I recommend eBay.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;While      Napoleon Dynamite’s brother and uncle got hosed on their time machine, you      might get lucky and find the suitable instructions, parts or maybe even the      whole thing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I also recommend      looking through ads in magazines like popular science or popular      mechanics.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Someone might be      wanting to unload some primo merchandise.&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;Do you really want to be getting left out on a time bending      adventure, just because you were too cheap to buy a magazine or two?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I didn’t think so.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well,      I guess that’s about it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Once you      have you have your flux capacitor then you’re pretty much set.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All you have to do is figure out a way      to focus that energy into the flux capacitor.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Once again, for solutions to this query I recommend you      check out eBay and various magazines.&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;Either that or just run a big pole right into the flux capacitor,      and wait for lighting to strike it.&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;This is all up to you, I’m just here to help you get your hands on      a flux capacitor, not tell you how to use it.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Happy hunting, good luck, and see you in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Youngblood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863005-113814620895361651?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/113814620895361651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=113814620895361651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/113814620895361651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/113814620895361651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2006/01/search-for-flux-capacitor.html' title='The Search for a Flux Capacitor'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-113756278008004752</id><published>2006-01-17T23:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T23:52:08.256-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Brain Farts</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ll never forget that beautiful summer day, when I was watching the sun set, drinking a nice cold beer, and listening to the ball game on the radio.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I didn’t think anything could possibly make this moment any better, until I saw a flock of birds fly across the sunset and exploded from eating all that rice in the bird feeder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"  class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’d like to say that the reason I never had many girlfriends when I was younger was because I was a gentleman and all the girls wanted bad boys, but in actuality I was just a loser.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" face="arial" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I wonder if the Green Lantern ever used his ring to create a toilet of he was on a long trip and needed to take a crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" face="arial" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I wonder what fart putty would sound like if you swallowed it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Like, what kind of sounds would it make on the way down?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Just imagine how it would sound on the way out!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’s probably the main reason the label cautions against swallowing it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;T has nothing to do with toxins or choking.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The manufacturer is probably just trying to prevent all the annoyances and never-ending laughter.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;The voices in my head say ‘yes’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;When people put “committed” on their resumés under “relevant skills”, what is that supposed to mean.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What is that supposed to mean?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“I’m committed!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To what!?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Heroin?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Your dog?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Reality TV?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This makes no sense to me.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Youngblood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863005-113756278008004752?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/113756278008004752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=113756278008004752&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/113756278008004752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/113756278008004752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2006/01/brain-farts.html' title='Brain Farts'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-113669161753031922</id><published>2006-01-07T21:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T21:40:17.560-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Something that grinds my gears</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;You know what really grinds my gears?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Movie adaptations not getting things right.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s not the fact that they get things wrong; it’s the complaining done afterwards that really gets to me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yesterday&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I went to see &lt;i&gt;Rent&lt;/i&gt; with my girlfriend.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I enjoyed it, as did she.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was her second time around seeing it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She’s a big fan of &lt;i&gt;Rent&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When the stage production came to the city (Regina), she went to see it; and when she heard about this movie getting made, it was all she could talk about.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Like I said she enjoyed it, but she was picking out things all throughout the movie that were inaccurate to the stage production.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Fair enough.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If someone is a fan of the original work, and is bothered by inaccuracy in the on-screen version of said work that’s fine by me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What gets me however is when people complain about certain works and their opinions are disregarded and called fanboys.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is where my complaining comes in.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;I can complain a lot about comic book movies and inaccuracy, but do I?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Because they work on screen (well not all of them).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But do my opinions count for anything?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No, of course they don’t!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I get things like: “Oh whatever.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The X-Men looked really cool and they looked good on screen, quit acting like such a fanboy”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No, they didn’t.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yes, people running around in blue and yellow spandex does look kind of silly but that’s what the X-Men were about.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’s what gave them the feel that they had.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The X-Men on the page were bright and colourful.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;These X-Men are dark and angry.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No wonder the world fears them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They look like the bad guys!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In a western, do you ever see the hero wearing a black hat?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No, of course not!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But then again, what does my opinion matter, I’m just a fanboy posting my grievances on the Internet.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;Like I said before I have no problem with people airing their grievances with a film adaptation but you have to listen to all sorts of opinions.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I just touched on comics prior to this, but what also pisses me off is the reaction I get when I say that the film adaptation for &lt;i&gt;To Kill a Mockingbird&lt;/i&gt; sucked.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ya, that’s right. I said it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That movie blew ass.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yes, it may be considered this great American classic film, but had any of these people read the book.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;From the sounds of things, no they haven’t.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If they did they would have know that starting a movie half way through the book doesn’t quite work right.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But when I air my grievances about this so-called treasure I get these looks like “I can’t believe he just said that”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well believe it paco, ‘cause I did.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You know what, I’m gonna say it again: the film adaptation of &lt;i&gt;To Kill a Mockingbird&lt;/i&gt; sucked big, fat ass!&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;You see, this is one of the first times that I’ve ever aired my grievances about &lt;i&gt;X-Men&lt;/i&gt;, mainly because I figured no one would give that much of a damn and that I would just be a fanboy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Oh whatever it’s just a comic book”, they’d say.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;‘Cause you know it’s apparently not “legitimate” literature.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But apparently I have to sit and listen to some jerkoff bitch about how one of their favorite books wasn’t perfect to the fucking T, and if I bring up some kind of argument pertaining to X-Men or Batman, I’m some kind of childish fanboy and my example or opinions don’t count because they’re not from sources considered “legitimate”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Fuck you jerkoff, and fuck your opinions too.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now, I know that not all people are like this and I’m not shitting on those particular people.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have no beef with you guys.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You’re cool.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I just think that everyone should take a step back before you complain about inaccuracies in film.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Think about it first before you bitch or start shitting on directors; yes, I do realize that coming from film school I should be all about ragging on directors, it’s what you do there, but I will point out the fact that I am no longer there and that there is a reason for that (but that’s a rant for another time).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Also, keep things to yourself sometimes maybe, because even though you’re pissed about something doesn’t mean everyone else is or even gives a shit.&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;And that’s what grinds my gears.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Youngblood&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863005-113669161753031922?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/113669161753031922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=113669161753031922&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/113669161753031922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/113669161753031922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2006/01/something-that-grinds-my-gears.html' title='Something that grinds my gears'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-113652540486639233</id><published>2006-01-05T23:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T00:31:09.773-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What I'll do on my semester off</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Now that I have decided to take a semester off from school, people often ask me what I’m going to do with my time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My main goal is to just get a job and make some money doing what ever I’m going to do, and I just want to relax and chill out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, that doesn’t mean I won’t be doing anything else.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now that I have this free time I think I’ll finally be able to get around to doing some things I’ve been itching to do for a while.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Here they are:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Read &lt;i&gt;Moby Dick&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; Call me Ishmiel, but I think this could actually be a pretty good read.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If not, it’ll at least kill some time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The worst that can happen is the inevitable barrage of “what the fuck”-esque questions.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Get my hands on a flux capacitor:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; This one’s already in the works.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Stay tuned to a future post for more details.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Generate 1.21 Gigawatts of electricity:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Needed in conjunction with the flux capacitor, 1.21 gigawatts is the required amount of electricity to travel through time, if you follow the Dr. Emmett Brown theory.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One can use plutonium, or perhaps a lightning bolt to generate such a charge.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The lighting bolt requires some serious timing to focus it into the flux capacitor, but the plutonium can be just as difficult to acquire.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m hoping that I can get a great enough charge out of banging two spoons together really fast.&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Bust a ghost: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;If I can’t find a job I can just do this.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You always need something to fall back on.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I just need to get my hands on one of those proton packs and I’m laughing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The only problems might stem from the copyright lawsuit form the makers of &lt;i&gt;Ghostbusters&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Dodge a bullet: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;If Keanu can do it so can I.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;‘Nuff said!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Run for governor of California:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Seems like anyone can do it so I figure I might as well throw my name in the hat.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Become benevolent dictator of Duff, Saskatchewan:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; All citizens of Duff, kneel before your new ruler!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A new order is about to begin and the new empire of Duff will eventually expand to the west coast of Canada to the far reaches of Gorlitz in the east.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mwah Ha Ha!!!! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Add “Wine Connoisseur” to my list of bogus hobbies:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; I claim to do a lot of things that I don’t do, and after watching &lt;i&gt;Sideways&lt;/i&gt; I figure I might as well add one more bogus hobby to the list.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Like, does anyone honestly believe that I’m a comic book artist or that I’m an animator?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Probably not.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This one is actually believable. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So that’s about it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think it’s a pretty big order to fill, but if you think about it some of them can work to speed up the process of others.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Being the governor of California can get me into position to take over Duff.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And the flux capacitor and the 1.21 gigawatts are part of the same mission.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Others would just be cool to do.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So wish me luck as I embark on the magical of all mystery tours. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Youngblood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863005-113652540486639233?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/113652540486639233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=113652540486639233&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/113652540486639233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/113652540486639233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-ill-do-on-my-semester-off_05.html' title='What I&apos;ll do on my semester off'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-113644800731102379</id><published>2006-01-05T01:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T02:00:07.336-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up with the times</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;So Ok…I’ve got another post based on an article from IMDB.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Give it a read and then keep reading here.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/news/sb/2005-12-29/#tv5"&gt;Chinese TV Official Sentenced in Payola Scandal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;For those who don’t know, or couldn’t tell from the article, payola is when a DJ or producer or whatever, accepts a bribe to put a song or show on the air.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This went on in North America in the 1950’s during the emergence of rock ‘n roll.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It wasn’t uncommon for DJ’s to receive a record with some cash slipped in the sleeve.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Back then DJ’s were the ones who decided who got put on the air and a little cash incentive got your record played a lot faster than others.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Today, now with playlists that practice is supposed to have stopped, however I think it’s still going on.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How do you explain most of the crap you hear on the radio these days? &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Another event going on during the 1950’s was China’s “Great Leap Forward”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This was China’s attempt to modernize and catch up with the rest of the modern world.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The campaign began in 1958 and when until 1960.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In the end the campaign was considered a failure and in 1981 the Communist Party admitted that they were impatient for quick results.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now that the history lesson is over and everyone is caught up, here’s where everything connects and some sort of quasi-rant/opinion begins:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I find it funny how even though China has caught up to the modern world by now, this is their first incident of payola.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One might think that maybe it’s because they learnt from everyone else’s mistakes because there was never an occurrence of it over there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But no…not really…was just a matter of time I guess.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I guess that great leap finally landed in the mid 50’s.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Really wasn’t a leap in this case though.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was more of a hop really.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A little more than a skip, but not quite a jump; definitely not a leap.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Although it might only be a little hop, I guess it really isn’t anything to be proud of.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I suppose it’s best that it’s only a hop.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Imagine if it was a leap.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Where would they be then?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The whole station probably would have gone bankrupt, or maybe programming would have gotten out of hand and all there was to watch was someone saying the world “whatsadoodle” 24 hours a day, or maybe even a meteor would have crashed into it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think it’s definitely a good thing that it was only a hop ‘cause whatsadoodle is an annoying fucking word. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Youngblood&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863005-113644800731102379?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/113644800731102379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=113644800731102379&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/113644800731102379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/113644800731102379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2006/01/catching-up-with-times.html' title='Catching up with the times'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-113624625061466102</id><published>2006-01-02T17:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T20:05:09.210-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A letter to gun nuts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;First off read the article contained in the following link : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/news/sb/2005-12-29/#tv4"&gt;Gun Owners Take Aim at MTV Documentary&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you were too lazy to read it or figured I would explain it in the post (you were right on that one), the article says that a bunch of Gun Nuts got all offended by a recent episode of MTV's "True Life", which focused on gun owners. They're complaining that 50% of the people showcased on the program were involved in crime. To those offended I say, "go fuck yourself".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now don't get me wrong, I know it sucks to be associated with certain practices solely based on your hobbies or interests. I wouldn't like to be associated with crime just because I happen to collect guns. It's the same as ow I don't think it's fair that, I am a nerd because I like comics. However, I have accepted the fact that tehre are a lot of serious nerds out there and the might just make up the majority of the comic reader population. I've accepted it; I live with it; I've put a positive spin on it. I'm not just a nerd; I'm a cool nerd, who has a life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;These Gun Nuts have to do the same thing. yes, there are some people out there that shed a negative light on your particular hobby. you know what? Suck it up! You have to have one if you are going to have the other; dark to have light; evil to have good. The show did just that. It showed both sides of the coin the positive side and the dark side. What the Gun Nuts are asking for is to glamourize themselves rather than show the world two different sides to a subject. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So to the Gun Nuts I say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Instead of complaining about it, just try make yourself sound better and more positive, while still showing the other side of reality. All you're doing by whining about it is making yourselves look like a bunch of dinks. Face the fact that there are people out there that do terrible things with guns , and instead of trying to separate yourselves from these villains-of-your-cause, try advocating safe gun use. Maybe you'll change a few minds, instead of turning people away by critisizing them. You don't gain friends by talking shit about people. It just doesn't work that way. But I guess you wouldn't want them in your little club anyway. They're probably not good enough for you; not high class enough. Because you know....you guys are all so classy. Oh, by the way, I've been meaning to ask: Haveyou moved into that new double-wide yet? I know you've had your heart set on it ever since the wheels fell off of your last house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Youngblood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;note: Youngblood had no intention of offending people who live in trailers with that last remark. Only Gun nuts who live in trailers. The rest of you are cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863005-113624625061466102?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/113624625061466102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=113624625061466102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/113624625061466102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/113624625061466102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2006/01/letter-to-gun-nuts.html' title='A letter to gun nuts'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-113479720255851299</id><published>2005-12-16T23:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T23:27:23.723-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here's a question that has been plaguing me for a very long time, and I honestly don't think I'll ever really come to a solid conclusion on the subject, but I figured I'd just throw this out there: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Why is it so wrong to not want to go out to the bar on a friday or saturday night, or not want to have people in partying in your living room untill 6 in the morning? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Did I miss the memo or something? Is this something that I'm required to do? 'Cause if I'm supposed to go to the bar on friday and saturday, then why is it open every other day of the week?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It just doesn't make sense to me. And since when does 'buying me a drink' make everything better. It's a nice gesture, trying to get me wanting to party and have a good time and all, but it's not the solution to everything. Sometimes you just don't want to go out and all you want to do is sit at home and read, or watch t.v., or maybe play some video games. But apparenlty society has decided that that has been deemed uncool, and one should not commit such hanious acts, under penalaty of catapult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm just sick of a calendar dictating what I'm supposed to do on my weekends. But I guess I've got to do it, otherwise I'm a jamout a loser or a nerd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Youngblood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/9863005-113479720255851299?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/113479720255851299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=113479720255851299&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/113479720255851299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/113479720255851299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2005/12/heres-question-that-has-been-plaguing.html' title=''/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-113428605269701927</id><published>2005-12-11T01:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T01:27:32.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Afterlives</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;So I was thinking about this today: evaporation is like reincarnation for snow.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;Think of snowflakes like people, because as they say there are no two snowflakes that are alike, just like people.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Everyone’s different.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So the snow comes down to earth and hangs out for a while.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Eventually it gets warm and eventually melts.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Some sooner than others and those ones that stick around for the longest get to live a good long life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In the end they all melt, and what do they melt into: that’s right, water!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So they exist in this limbo in the form of water.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lets call it their afterlife.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now, some of the snow melts and gets drained into dirty ass puddles of gross brown water.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The way I see it this is probably the hell of snow.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then there’s that snow that melts into lakes and rivers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I figure that this is the more pleasant afterlife for snow (be it heaven, nirvana, whatever).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;But what’s after that you ask?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, after sitting in the afterlife, the melted snow (now water) probably becomes bored and wants to go back down to earth.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So that’s where evaporation takes place.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The water is evaporated and eventually comes back down in one form or another.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now, here’s where things get tricky and the snow/water have some decisions to make.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Do they want to come back as snow or rain, and can they time it right so they come back as their desired force of nature?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Because it must suck wanting to have a nice soft ride down as a snowflake, as compared to being hurled to the earth as a raindrop, and not getting it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, there are probably those who are interested in that kind of thing, and get kicks from it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Extremists, if you will.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, it’s all just a matter of timing really.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They have to get in line and wait for their turn to come back down, and depending on the season and in what part of the world they’re in, they may not come down in the form that they want to be, by the time they get to the front of the line.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;Whatever the outcome, they eventually get to come back down and start a new life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When you really think about it, they have an opportunity that most of us may never have: to start fresh with a clean slate.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know that I’d want to have that chance, should I need it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Wouldn’t you?&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Youngblood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863005-113428605269701927?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/113428605269701927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=113428605269701927&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/113428605269701927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/113428605269701927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2005/12/afterlives.html' title='Afterlives'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-113417342969308073</id><published>2005-12-09T18:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T18:10:29.713-06:00</updated><title type='text'>LOKI...God of saving our sanity (at least I think he tried to)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;You know what I’d like to see more of?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Country singers coming out of the hood.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Like a famous country band coming from Compton, using banjos and fiddles, and singing about bitches and hoes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Or vice versa.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How about a rapper who raps about his old Chevy breaking down on him?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;I guess that probably wouldn’t be that good, and that’s probably the reason why it hasn’t happened yet.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m just saying it cause I’m sick of 50 Cent and all those other rappers, who to me all sound the same.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Like I’m not saying that all of them sound the same because I can tell the difference between most of them (I’m not that ignorant), but recently I can’t tell the difference between a lot of them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, that’s the same with a lot of new “rock” bands (notice the quotes).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I guess what I’m trying to say is that I just want 50 Cent to go away.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The guy got shot 9 times in the face.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Oh wow he got shot 9 times and is still around.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He’s so real and authentic and from the street”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I personally don’t care if he’s from the street or not, cause the fact of the matter is, he isn’t anymore and probably would rather smash his own nuts with a rock before going back there to prove that he’s still “real” and “authentic”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And I also think that getting shot 9 times in the face is a sign from God…I don’t care which one, just pick…ummmm…Thor…no Loki, that sounds much more suitable…I think it’s a sign from Loki to STAY THE FUCK DOWN!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Damn American medical system!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It can’t save the life of some sick child or help a pregnant mother, but it takes time out of its schedule to save the life of this fucking shmuck!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Fuck that!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now don’t get me wrong, doctors should do everything they can to save a life, but maybe they should have taken the amount of lead in his face into account and figured it was an act of God….or Loki for that matter.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Just you watch, he’ll be gone soon enough, and it won’t be the result of some gang/rap war.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Odin’s going to show his son how it’s done and finish the job that Loki started.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After all he is a God of death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Youngblood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863005-113417342969308073?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/113417342969308073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=113417342969308073&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/113417342969308073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/113417342969308073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2005/12/lokigod-of-saving-our-sanity-at-least.html' title='LOKI...God of saving our sanity (at least I think he tried to)'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-113341411620699481</id><published>2005-11-30T22:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T23:15:16.226-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Online Silent Auction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Usually while I'm aimlessly walking around the university, I look at the bulletin boards and see what bands are playing, what faculty is having a party the upcoming weekend, and who's trying to sell whatever kind of piece of crap they don't want anymore to some poor shmuk, and just keep walking and not think about them ever again. However today was different. Today I saw a sign. A sign that I think has changed my life. It opened up my eyes (I saw the sign). This amazing, life changing sign said....."Online Silent Auction".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After looking at it for a few seconds I started imagining myself kicking the maker of that sign in the ass. Of course it's going to be silent. IT'S ONLINE!!!...stupid...I guess that there could be some people out there that yell at eBay, but my friends, those people...need lives. I honestly thought that was one of the most foolish things I had ever seen. Online silent auction...what the hell does that even mean...is it in a chat room and you're not supposed to talk to other people or tell people what you're bidding on...or has some genius created a virtual world where you walk around from table to table looking at items and bidding on what you want...ya that guys awesome, he's like the next Bill 'fucking' Gates....ok that was uncalled for...I apologize...I never should have said Bill Gates...I realize that it make a lot of you shudder just looking at that name nevermind actually saying it......BILL GATES!! heh heh heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were was I oh yeah...Online silent auction....uh what a dummy...uh yeah...huh...what's that...(footsteps running away)..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Youngblood&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/9863005-113341411620699481?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/113341411620699481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=113341411620699481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/113341411620699481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/113341411620699481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2005/11/online-silent-auction.html' title='Online Silent Auction'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-113260091017160111</id><published>2005-11-21T13:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T13:21:50.196-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Youngblood at the Movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;So this weekend I went to see the new, non-Pixar, Disney Animated film, &lt;i&gt;Chicken Little.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This particular movie has gotten some pretty bad press lately, and I don’t know why.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The critics looked at it from a film standpoint.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They said that it wasn’t a “good” movie.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So critically it was torn to shit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Honestly though, it did really lack in the story department.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not a whole lot there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Also, instead of Disney making musicals that had Oscar worthy songs performed in it, &lt;i&gt;Chicken Little&lt;/i&gt; just had a bunch of montages using popular songs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So it did have its negative points as far as the making of the film goes.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;However, what’s best about &lt;i&gt;Chicken Little&lt;/i&gt; doesn’t lie in its technical aspects.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The film does the job that it sets out to do: it entertains the audience that it’s geared towards.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In this case little kids, and hell even I was entertained by it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was a fun movie.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A perfect piece of proof comes from what I witnessed in the theater while watching it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There was a little girl sitting in the row in front of us, probably 4 or 5 years old, and she was having a blast watching it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t remember the last time I heard a kid laugh that much.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Also, at one point in the movie Chicken Little's dad is disapointed in him, followed by the obligatory, sad walking away scene.  At this point in the whoel theater was silent (all 10 of us), and the little girl in front of us looked up at her mom and said, in the cutest voice ever, "Mommy.  I love you".  I think the whole theater got a little chocked up when the heard that.  Thus, once again proving that it doesn’t matter what Ebert and Roeper or some other numb nuts thinks, what matters is what the audience takes away from the experience and how the film affects them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Just because some critic doesn’t like a movie doesn’t mean that it has to be shit to everyone else.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So I’m giving &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Chicken Little&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 3 ¾  * out of 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Youngblood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/9863005-113260091017160111?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/113260091017160111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=113260091017160111&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/113260091017160111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/113260091017160111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2005/11/youngblood-at-movies.html' title='Youngblood at the Movies'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-113226912369480291</id><published>2005-11-17T16:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T17:12:03.710-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why all the hostility?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;OK, here's what I don't get:  Why all the hostility towards Aquaman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's played just an important role in the DC Universe as anyone has.  Hell, he was one of the first members of the Justice League!  Ya he never was the crimesolver that Batman is, or never had all the powers of Superman, but I'd like to see either of them hold a conversation with a great white shark.  Not gonna happen.  Everyone's got this mean hate for Aquaman that I don't understand.  He's always getting shit on for not having good powers, but like I said before: conversation witha shark.  Plus I'd like to see any of the other Justice League swim as fast as him.  At least he has some special power.  Half the characters in comics are just guys in tights.  Like, who the fuck is Booster Gold and why the fuck should I care about him?  I'll tell you who he is: he's dude that gets his powers from a suit, and when that suit is wrecked he's finished.  Not even good enough to give him his own title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally I prefer Aquaman over Namor, the Sub-Mariner.  Namor's just some dude in his gotch with anger issues.  At least Aquaman has the decency to put on a pair of pants.  And Namor can't even talk to the fish and other aquatic life.   And when Aquaman grew his hair out, he was bad ass.  Then he got his hand bit off by the shark and got that harpoon put on his arm, and he was even more bad ass.  He looked threatening.  Just imagine some angry Metal Head, with a big fucking harpoon shooting out of his arm.  Now that's alot more threatening than some dude in his fuckin gotch who's kinda pissed off cause he hasn't been in the water for awhile.  NAMOR SUCKS!!  Just like most of Marvel Comics these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marvels Characters have just become really uninteresting as far as I see it.  And House of M was supposed to be this big event in Marvel, just to be overshadowed by Infinete Crisis of at DC.  HA!! MARVEL YOU SUCK!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...where was I?...of ya...Aquaman...Now I realize that alot of people think that Aquaman is useless, but what if there's an emergency under the water.  Does Batman have a submarine too, that he's going to pull out of his ass at the last minute?  No.  The Flash might be able to run really fast but does that mean he can breath under water?  No.  Can Wonder Woman have a conference call with a shark and a school of fish?  Don't think so.  So Aquaman pulls his weight just as much as everyone else does.  So to everyone who's still hating on Aquaman after this, you can all bugger off.  Hell even Superman's died once; there's been two Flashes, and ther's a back up just in case this one bites the bullet; and two of the four Robins have been killed(one might be back from the dead some how but never the less).  Aquaman hasen't died ever...so I guess that means that it'll happen soon enough...knowing how comics work...damn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yougnblood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/9863005-113226912369480291?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/113226912369480291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=113226912369480291&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/113226912369480291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/113226912369480291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2005/11/why-all-hostility.html' title='Why all the hostility?'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-113220612209796767</id><published>2005-11-16T23:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T23:58:55.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Music, music, and more music</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoBodyTextIndent"  style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Every week on the &lt;a href="http://www.cjtr.ca/"&gt;Regina Community Radio Station&lt;/a&gt;, there is a show called &lt;i&gt;Line of Flight&lt;/i&gt; aired. The show, hosted By Charity Marsh (my MU 320 professor) is a collaborative project between the U of R Department of Fine Arts and 91.3 FM. Each week she brings in students from her Arts and Everyday Life or Popular Music classes. During the October 27 show, the topic of ethnicity and race was discussed. In the discussion, one of the aspects of race that was brought up was the idea of cover songs, specifically between black artists who wrote them and white artist who covered them during the early days of rock ‘n roll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoBodyTextIndent"  style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;First lets get one thing out of the way. When I refer to “black” artists, I am simply referring to certain styles of music that have been placed with said label over the years. There are certain characteristics to “black” music as well as “white” music. For example: black artists usually display more improvisation within their music. Hip-hop is an excellent example. On the other hand, white artists usually display more polished and, for lack of a better word, clean music. A perfect example is Big Mama Thornton’s version of &lt;i&gt;Hound Dog &lt;/i&gt;and Elvis Presley’s version of the song. Listen to them and compare. You’ll know what I’m talking about. Eminem, although a Caucasian person, is considered a black artist. It has nothing to do with actual ethnicity, but more about style. Just thought I’d get that out of the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoBodyTextIndent"  style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Now, on to what I actually want to talk about:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoBodyTextIndent"  style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It is fact that many white artists in the early days of rock ‘n roll did take black artists music, covered it, and made did not give any royalties to the original writers of the songs, all the while making their own profit from them. Many of these white artists had been widely criticized for these actions. But there are still many people who think Elvis was a great songwriter because of &lt;i&gt;Hound Dog &lt;/i&gt;(not to reuse examples or anything, it was just easier). &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoBodyTextIndent"  style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;However, since the advent of sampling, black artists had been taking white artists music and turning them into their own, using pieces of songs. The fact that this technique has been so widely praised is quite ironic, considering that they are doing basically the same thing that white artists did years ago, just on a smaller scale. However, now they are not being chastised for stealing music, but praised for creating a new technique for making music. One could almost say that history is repeating itself, but what is also interesting is that copyright laws are coming down on many of these artists who are doing the sampling. White artists who don’t want their music sampled are taking the black artist to court over copyright infringement. White artists are doing what black artists should have done originally, but couldn’t.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoBodyTextIndent"  style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0cm; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;While it may sound like I am supporting sampling whole-heartedly, I don’t actually. Granted, I do like a lot of songs that use samples from other popular songs, I just don’t like the fact that many of these rappers are taking songs that I love and sampling them, turning them into something I dislike. Not that I'm saying they're all bad, but some really can kill a song for me ( as I 'm sure it was back in the day when all those white artists were taking songs from the black artists ) I really don’t like the song where the guy (I think it was Lil John) used Ozzy’s &lt;i&gt;Crazy Train&lt;/i&gt; on his song. I realize that Ozzy probably would have had to give him permission for it, but I still don’t like it. Maybe I should be blaming Ozzy, but I won’t do that. I’m just that ignorant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So through music we see history…well…almost repeating itself, for if it weren’t not for all the greedy white people, or artists if you will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Bunch of fuckin’ greedy crackers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Youngblood&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863005-113220612209796767?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/113220612209796767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=113220612209796767&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/113220612209796767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/113220612209796767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2005/11/music-music-and-more-music.html' title='Music, music, and more music'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-112965955323336777</id><published>2005-10-18T11:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T12:19:13.250-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Youngblood at the Movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This weekend I went to see Tim Burton's new animated film &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Corpse Bride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. I've always been a fan of Tim Burton's animation. Well actually, I'm just a big Tim Burton fan in general. Once again he did not disappoint.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that's great about Tim Burton's Animation is that he does it in an old school, stop motion way. Coming from experience I know how much of a pain in the ass animation in general can be, nevermind stop motion (don't even get me started on that). However, Tim does it so incredibly. Everything is so smooth and looks so good. If &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Corpse Bride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; was recreated using computer imaging and 3D models, it just wouldn't be the same or look as good. Granted, animators today can create incredibly realistic looking worlds and scenery, the sets on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Corpse Bride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; are real. If a character is sitting in a wooden chair, it's actually made out of wood, and you can see the real texture of it, not some computer generated texture. Although the computer generated texture may look good, the fact that the wooden one is real, and that a person could actually touch it, adds a sense of realism to the film.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Another great thing about Tim's style of animation is that he always has so much going on in his shots. He seems to not be a big fan of the K.I.S.S. (keep it simple stupid) principle. The fact is though, he's good enough at what he does that he doesn't have to keep it simple. Sure, there are places where he does (like if a woman's dress covers her feet, he just makes them hop along rather than make feet move), but there are so many places that he does things just to say, "Hey look what I can do!" Some might say that he shouldn't brag like that, but he's earned it. He's just that good.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;However, even with all these good things, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Corpse Bride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; does have its negative points. For one, I felt that it was too short. The running time on it is 1 hour and 16 minutes. To me that seems to be a bit short, but it is also directed towards kids as well as adults, so it can't be too long for the wee ones with no attention span. Also...um...well, that's about all that bothered me. I really don't have anything to complain about. Um...it wasn't as dark as I thought it would be, but like I said before, it's also directed towards kids so it can't be too dark.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, in the end I give Tim Burton's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Corpse Bride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; 4 our of 5 *'s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Youngblood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863005-112965955323336777?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/112965955323336777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=112965955323336777&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/112965955323336777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/112965955323336777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2005/10/youngblood-at-movies.html' title='Youngblood at the Movies'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-112866392709588177</id><published>2005-10-06T23:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T23:45:27.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me die for Rock 'n Roll</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Some people, I’m not going to name names or anything, but some people have had the nerve to say that rock is dead.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, I’m going to make one thing clear: Rock is not dead, granted it did just get off dialysis, but it is getting a new kidney soon and maybe a new, much needed liver if it plays its cards right and forks over enough cash.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Rock isn’t dead.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s just evolved.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Just like any other genre it evolves.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Beatles were an amazing band, and we listen to them today and think, “why can’t there be bands like that today?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, I’ll tell you why: Because times change.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;While I do agree that rock is taking a dive, there are still good things about it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We have the White Stripes, the Foo Fighters, Weezer, and Green Day, just to name a few.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And all the old guys are still kicking around.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;McCartney’s still given’ ‘er, so are the Stones, and Clapton’s still putting out stuff.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Rock is hardly dead, it’s pretty sick, but Rock is a fighter and will hold on.  Saying that Rock is dead is like saying that the comedy genre of film is dead because now they aren’t like what Chaplin made.  The way is see it will come back and it will be glorious.  We just have to wait it out a little longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Youngblood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863005-112866392709588177?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/112866392709588177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=112866392709588177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/112866392709588177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/112866392709588177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2005/10/let-me-die-for-rock-n-roll.html' title='Let me die for Rock &apos;n Roll'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-112770187283755812</id><published>2005-09-25T20:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T20:33:56.303-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Youngblood at the Movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal" face="arial"&gt;So I just watched &lt;i&gt;The 40-Year-Old-Virgin&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t even know where to start with this one.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can’t remember many moments when I wasn’t laughing during this movie.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Steve Carell was hilarious as Andy, the title character.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He didn’t do it all alone though, he had the help of Paul Rudd, Seth Rogan, and Romany Malco; Andy’s friends who, after finding out he’s a 40 Year Old Virgin, embark an a mission to get their friend laid.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In their quest though they all learn something about themselves that isn’t really important to the plot and doesn’t even come close to being sappy anywhere, just hilarious.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal" face="arial"&gt;The cast is kind of like an offshoot of the Frat Pack (Vaughn, the Wilson’s, Stiller, Ferell if you didn’t read the &lt;i&gt;Episode III&lt;/i&gt; comments).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Those guys have made some of my favorite movies, and pretty much everyone in &lt;i&gt;Anchorman&lt;/i&gt;, is in &lt;i&gt;The 40-Year-Old Virgin&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So here’s to hoping that another Frat Pack springs up out of this movie.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;The writing on this movie was great.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, all the great lines were just as good as the physical comedy in the movie.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The fact that Steve Carell actually had all that hair waxed off his chest (you can see it in the trailers if you haven’t seen the movie already) and that all his reactions are real, is pretty cool I think.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"  class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;There really isn’t much I can say here to do the film justice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;Just see it, and see what I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt; I realize that may seem like a cheap excuse to get out of talking about a movie...but I really don't know what I could say that would express my feelings enough. So, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;I’m giving it 4 juice boxes out of 5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;(Sorry I don’t have a symbol for a juice box…I’m working on it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoBodyText"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Youngblood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863005-112770187283755812?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/112770187283755812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=112770187283755812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/112770187283755812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/112770187283755812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2005/09/youngblood-at-movies_25.html' title='Youngblood at the Movies'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-112763775365041959</id><published>2005-09-25T02:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T02:43:01.113-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ok here's my little bit of non-opinion, me just talking, brew ha ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Check out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://strikeforced.com/"&gt;Strike Force&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;'s website when you get the chance. My cousin Jeff is the lead singer of the band and they just all around kick ass. While your there check you Derek's column in the Features section. It's some good stuff, an hey why don't you order a copy of their CD or at least check out the few free songs they have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I made an addition on the left. Just a little recommendation of some tune-age. Also If you haven't seen them, I have a poll going on down on the right and my little "Did You Know Box?..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Also...you may have noticed by know that this post is just an attempt to make it look like I'm posting...which I'm trying to do. Fear not I do have another YOUNGBLOOD AT THE MOVIES coming along and it'll be up in the next few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Youngblood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/9863005-112763775365041959?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/112763775365041959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=112763775365041959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/112763775365041959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/112763775365041959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2005/09/ok-heres-my-little-bit-of-non-opinion.html' title=''/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-112727860329379344</id><published>2005-09-20T22:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T11:19:09.126-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Youngblood at the Movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So I finally saw the last of the &lt;i&gt;Star Wars&lt;/i&gt; prequels.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you have read my review of Episode II, you would know that I’m not too horribly fond of these prequels especially &lt;i&gt;Attack of the Clones&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There really wasn’t much good I could say about it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, I did enjoy this installment quite a bit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hayden Christensen is still a shitty actor, and that can’t be overlooked, but overall it’s a good movie.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It ties the trilogies together, and although the story seems rushed, it does the job of telling the story that so many wanted to know.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We all knew how it would end; we just wanted to know how that ending came to be.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Once again all the lightsaber battles are there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Obi-Wan, Anikin, and Mace Windu once again have their moments to shine.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This time, however, I didn’t hate Yoda’s fighting.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t know what it was, but I did like it more.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe it was because Yoda looked better, or maybe that it was set up differently and didn’t stand out in the film as much as it did in Episode II.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Whatever the case may be, I did like it a lot more.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I also did enjoy seeing how it all played out and how everything connected.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I got my answer to why C-3PO didn’t know Obi-Wan and why R2-D2 did (and it was quite simple really.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Although it didn’t make much sense, it was an easy answer never the less).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I liked seeing Chewbacca, it kind of explains why he never said anything about Han Solo’s remarks about the Force.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Also, the lava planet was there just as expected.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was said in the Expanded Star Wars Universe a long time ago, that it was there that Obi-Wan and Anikin had their battle there, and I’m glad that they never changed it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Overall it was a good movie.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was far superior to the preceding episodes (and much more violent I must add).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It seems like George Lucas just had to get the crap out of his system in the first two movies and then he could make a quality film.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m giving &lt;i&gt;Star Wars – Episode III: Revenge of the Sith&lt;/i&gt;, 3 ½ out of 5.&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863005-112727860329379344?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/112727860329379344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=112727860329379344&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/112727860329379344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/112727860329379344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2005/09/youngblood-at-movies.html' title='Youngblood at the Movies'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-112640940253542251</id><published>2005-09-10T20:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T13:30:04.736-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Something a little different</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hi there people...Almighty God here. Youngblood asked Me to do a post in return for a favour he did me (don't ask what it was, just know that it involved a flock of geese, a glue gun, some rocks, and a platypus). I wasn't quite sure what I would say when he asked me to do this post, so figured I'd just speak My mind about a few things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ummm...Sorry about the whole New Orleans thing. Uh yeah...My son was playing with some switches and dials and...uh...yeah...just...sorry...won't happen again. I promise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Uh...ok on to something else...let's see...what's really been grinding My gears lately?...Oh yeah...Umm...frankly between you and Me...I don't bless America. I don't know where these guys get off telling Me what to bless. Honestly, I can't actually bless anything. It was just something I made up one day. I don't actually know what the word means. Do you? Didn't think so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One thing I've been meaning to get off My chest is how pissed I am at Myself for not making more hours in the day. I really should have seen that one coming. Like, I might be omnipotent, but I still like to try to live a normal life. Between work and going to the club, I just have no time for Myself. Like, I'm pretty busy at work and I'm dedicated to My work too, but a girl's got to have some fun. Know what I mean? I think you do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Another thing...All of you who keep asking Me for shit, just be patient. I might be omnipotent, but there's still a lot of you asking Me for stuff everyday. Not everyone can win the lottery all the time you know . Hasn't anyone seen that Jim Carrey movie where he's got My power. Oh you haven't? Well see it and then you might start knowing what a day at the office is for Me. Everyone wonders way there's still drought and famine in the world, and I'll tell you why that is. Think of it this way: if you're working in a restaurant and orders keep piling up, and the manager keeps telling you that the one you just got is more important than the ones preceding it, and he wants you to cook that one first and so on and so forth, then orders start piling up more and more. Then the one you started with never gets cooked. That's how it is with me. If you'd all stop asking Me for pety shit everyday and wait until you need to ask for something important, maybe I'd be able to help you out with some of the other major problems like drought, and famine, and all the rest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;...sorry I got a little carried away there....but seriously though, start figuring some things out on your own. It's like in elementary school when you're constantly asking the teacher for help. What do they tell you? "Figure it out on your own." If you genuinely need help then sure come on down! But if you need money just to buy that new Lexus, you're moving to the bottom of the fucking totem pole. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well I think that should be about enough to keep Mr. Youngblood happy. Even if he isn't though, what's he going to do. I'M FUCKING GOD!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Almighty God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;-----note----&lt;br /&gt;Youngblood hopes he didn't offend anyone with this bogus God post.   We all know God's a man.&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&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/9863005-112640940253542251?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/112640940253542251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=112640940253542251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/112640940253542251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/112640940253542251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2005/09/something-little-different.html' title='Something a little different'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-112611818100388577</id><published>2005-09-07T12:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T13:37:55.003-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another post about comix</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:arial;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As some of you faithful readers may be aware, I love comic books!&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I love ‘em to death.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I’m not afraid to admit it.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Yes, it may be nerdy, but isn’t that kind of what I am?&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:arial;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:arial;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I‘ve always maintained that the &lt;i&gt;X-Men&lt;/i&gt; books are my favorite comics, but lately that train of thought has kind of been in decline.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;There are still some storylines that I love, like &lt;i&gt;Phoenix Endsong&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;The Onslaught Saga&lt;/i&gt;, but with too many characters, and storylines that are too convoluted, I’m just kind of getting tired of it.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Also Marvel Comics all together is just starting to piss me off.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So I’m looking in other directions.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The new &lt;i&gt;Green Lantern&lt;/i&gt; is good, and I picked up &lt;i&gt;Batman: Year One&lt;/i&gt;, which I think is great.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;However, the one storyline that I’ve always held as being my favorite is, The Death and Return of Superman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:arial;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A lot of people, myself included, have a strong dislike towards the fact that Superman is too perfect.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Look at other superheroes and you’ll see that most have only one or two or maybe even three powers.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Superman has the most of anyone.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Lets run down the list: flight, super-strength, super-speed, heat vision, super-hearing, x-ray vision, and ice-cold breath.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;That’s just a little too much.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;On top of all these powers he can only be hurt by kryptonite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial; TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There’s a few reasons why I liked this storyline so much:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:arial;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 36pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1)It put Superman in his place.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;When he came back he knew that something could actually hurt him rather than a piece of green rock, and it made him not think he was a super as he once thought he was.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Everyone has to be knocked off of their pedestal every once in a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:arial;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 36pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2)Superman’s death and eventual resurrection are like a metaphor, that if you get knocked down you have to pick yourself back up and keep going.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Everyone gets knocked down but you have to get back up and learn from what happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY: arial; TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 36pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3)I think my favorite thing about the storyline is the way it depicted the heroes of the DC Universe.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It shows that there are human beings under those tights that they wear.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;They have all come together to remember a man whom they all admire and respect.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It takes the “super” out of these super beings, and replaces it with “human”.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It made the reader more aware of what the characters were like under the tights.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;For example: While all of the Heroes are gathered talking about Superman, Robin thinks to himself “I liked him too, but I’m afraid that if say anything in front of these guys I’ll sound like an idiot!”&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It is a reasonable thing for Robin to be have this fear, considering he is only about 16 years old and he’s standing around with all these people who have years on him.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It’s possible for any 16 year old to have that fear.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY: arial; TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-LEFT: 36pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4)It was all perfectly executed.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;At the end of &lt;i&gt;Funeral for a Friend #8&lt;/i&gt; it seemed as if it was over, or could have been over.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;All the loose ends were tied up, and at the end instead of telling the reader what to expect in the next few issues, all it said was “We have no information on this issue at this time”.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Doing this created an even greater mystery as to what was about to happen next.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;That way, when all the new heroes showed up, claiming to be the real Superman, it left the reader wondering which one was, in fact, the real one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial; TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, these are the reasons I love The Death and Return of Superman.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I encourage anyone who’s interested in checking out what it’s all about, do a google search on it or check out some of the paperbacks that have the whole story in it (don’t try and find all the issues, I wish I would have just bought the paperbacks…would have saved me time and money, and I still don’t even have it all).&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The paperbacks are call &lt;i&gt;The Death of Superman&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;A world Without Superman&lt;/i&gt;, and &lt;i&gt;The Return of Superman&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Happy reading!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: justifyfont-family:verdana;" align="justify" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Youngblood&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863005-112611818100388577?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/112611818100388577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=112611818100388577&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/112611818100388577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/112611818100388577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2005/09/another-post-about-comix.html' title='Another post about comix'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-112598467902797629</id><published>2005-09-05T23:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T23:31:19.073-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The New NHL</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;So the NHL will be back in session come this fall, and I must say I looking forward to it quite a bit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Although these new rule changes and crazy roster changes will be a bit much, and will take some getting used to, it’ll still be good.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The best part of all these roster changes is that now there won’t be the big 4 teams anymore (Detroit, Colarado, Dallas, New Jersey).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The whole league has been turned upside down(face) and dammit that’s a good thing.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;Even though the players have taken a pay cut people will still be complaining that they make too much money.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The thing that bothers me is that you always hear about how athletes get paid too much, but not nearly as much as you hear about, say…actors.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yeah, sure some NHL players used to be getting paid $10 million dollars a season, but then you have some actors getting paid $20 million a movie that doesn’t take as long to shoot as a full season of hockey take to play.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It seems though that the only people that complain about how much athletes get paid are the people who aren’t fans of the sport.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I guess it’s the same as people complaining about an actor’s salary after watching a crappy movie.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I must admit though I do fall into that way of thinking as well.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I tend to go off on rants about baseball players salaries and how they are absurd, and I suppose it is because I don’t like the sport. (But really, who wants to watch a sport where a bunch of guys stand around for 11 hours)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;Now the new rules I’m kind of edgy about.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is good that they made goalies pads smaller by an inch, but there should be no-touch icing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Any player who is asked if they are in favor of it says yes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That one particular rule will save more broken bones than any other.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And what’s this deal with no more ties?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Shootouts?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Come on!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I guess it may make players play harder, but a shoot out can change a whole game and make the three periods spent on the ice pointless.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’s like after three rounds in a boxing match, making each boxer giving up a free shot.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;So to all who still complain about NHL player’s salaries I say: screw you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And to all who are as excited as I to see the hockey again I say: game on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Youngblood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863005-112598467902797629?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/112598467902797629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=112598467902797629&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/112598467902797629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/112598467902797629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2005/09/new-nhl.html' title='The New NHL'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-112502112712386750</id><published>2005-08-25T19:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T19:52:07.130-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer learning experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now that I’m done work for the summer, I can reflect on what I learnt and what kind of experience I’ve gained over the past few months working for the Town of Kamsack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;ul style="margin-top: 0cm; font-family: arial;" type="disc"&gt; &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you have to be picking rocks don’t use a garbage      bag even though you know it’s going to break but think you’ll work fast      enough that you’ll be able to use it.&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;Oh yeah, another thing…if you’re going to fill you’re pockets with      them don’t overfill them…your pants tend to fall down…trust me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you step on the first step of a staircase and it      breaks, the next few might not, but chances are it might break a few      higher up…watch your step&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It is possible to get a half-ton truck, carrying      300 gallons of water, off the ground and not wreck the truck.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All you have to do is find the right      incline and hit it at the right speed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No matter how absurd the task your boss gives you      (watering plants in the rain, picking litter at the dump), just do the job      and while you’re doing it make fun of it and tell the story of how dumb      your job is…it makes the time fly and the pain of doing such foolish work      go away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It always stops raining after you’ve driven as fast      as you can on a lawn mower to get out of the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If your running to your truck to get out of the      rain, and you have your headphones on and can’t hear anything else, make      sure a poodle isn’t chasing you…because even though you know you’re not      running from it, other people don’t and you look dumb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So those are some of the things I learnt this summer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What can I say, it feels like I’ve been in a cartoon.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m still waiting for a flower pot to fall on my head and for my van to crumble so much that all I’m left with is my steering wheel as I skid down the highway on my seat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Youngblood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863005-112502112712386750?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/112502112712386750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=112502112712386750&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/112502112712386750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/112502112712386750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2005/08/summer-learning-experience.html' title='Summer learning experience'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-112468696048108035</id><published>2005-08-21T23:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T23:02:40.483-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A sure thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;There are a lot of “old sayings” that get tossed around in today’s world.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sayings such as, “don’t cry over spilled milk”, “when the going gets tough, the tough get going”, and “get a life, loser!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, there is one that has been kind of getting to me lately and that is “there are no sure things in life”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To that statement I say: bullshit!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There are sure things in life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, actually, the way I see it there is only one.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The way I see things, the only sure thing in life is shit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now, I know what your thinking: “he’s lost it again”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I must remind you though that I never really had it in the first place (but I am looking for it), hence the name of the blog you’re currently reading.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;Whether it’s actual shit or bullshit, it’s the only actual sure thing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yes, I realize that there are people that can’t take a crap, but even if you’re constipated and can’t take a dump, that’s just plain bullshit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you go to the doctor to get some kind of “aid” to help you take that (no doubt massive by now) crap, chances are you’re going to have to either pay some stupid sum of money for it or the pharmacy will dick you around or something.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Once again, more bullshit that you have to deal with.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Even if you don’t get dicked around by a doctor or pharmacist and don’t mind not having to go to the can, chances are there’s some other kind of bullshit going on in your life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Reality T.V. itself is bullshit enough if you ask me (but that’s a whole other post in itself so I’m not getting into that right now).&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;So there you have it, the only sure thing in life is shit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, that and death…and life too.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So there, three sure things.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One kind of speaks for itself if you think about it…but whatever.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you can think of any others I’d love to hear your feedback…so comment already….c’mon comment….please….awwww you suck!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Youngblood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863005-112468696048108035?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/112468696048108035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=112468696048108035&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/112468696048108035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/112468696048108035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2005/08/sure-thing.html' title='A sure thing'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-112407958920932033</id><published>2005-08-14T22:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T22:19:49.213-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The world we know</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So lately I’ve been seeing all these “I support traditional marriage” stickers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They’re everywhere.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The thing with these stickers is, that they don’t say that they’re against gay marriage.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sure it implies it, but it doesn’t actually say it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Personally I support “traditional” marriage, but I also support gay marriage.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s that whole man/horse marriage that I’m against (Women/duck isn’t bad though).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;These stickers make just as much sense as going up to a person and saying “I like clouds.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So what’s your point?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So you support traditional marriage?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What’s your point?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They aren’t actually saying anything with these stickers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But maybe that’s their plan.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They just imply what they are actually thinking and then let the publics imagination take off and make assumptions towards their views by themselves.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hmmmm clever…your little scheme worked…. Congratu-fucking-lations&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;The thing is, they couldn’t say that they were against gay marriage on the sticker.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That would be putting a negative spin on their intended positive message (and who wants to make discrimination sound negative?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Who, I ask you?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Who?!).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I just don’t understand why people feel they have to go out of their way to advertise that they don’t want gays to get hitched.  Especially the people that put these up in store windows.  Don’t they think that it might lose them some business?  But then again they probably wouldn’t want it anyway.  Who’d want all these freaky gay people in their store anyway?--(rolls eyes)--  The whole thing is kind of reminiscent of when people would have “no colors” signs in their shop windows.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;It just never ceases to amaze me how mankind’s thinking never changes, only the subject.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I guess you have to give discrimination credit for one thing: it is consistent. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tolo;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Youngblood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863005-112407958920932033?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/112407958920932033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=112407958920932033&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/112407958920932033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/112407958920932033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2005/08/world-we-know.html' title='The world we know'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-112373421712424546</id><published>2005-08-08T17:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T22:18:06.380-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Lately I've been feeling like I just have absolutely nothing in me to say that's actually note worthy. I've been trying to think of something to say on this thing but I just got nothin'. I never used to have to actually try and think of something to type. Ideas would just come to me throughout the day and whether they were one simple question or an actual topic I wanted to discuss, I at least had something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;I think it's because all my thoughts get out at work. All I do (besides stand around and look good) is bullshit with the guys at work. I think the fact that a large amount of my writing was just me bullshitting accounts for my lack of posts. Which also pegs the question: why did I have so much bottled up bullshit that I needed to get out? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;It probably has something to do with the fact that I'm always left out of most conversations, and a large amount of the ones I'm in I really don't give a damn about what anyone is saying (sorry it's just the truth), because a)I probably have no real interest in what's being said b)have no knowledge of said subject and have just been dragged into talking about it c) want to talk about sometime. Maybe I want to debate the positives and negatives of Stinkor sometimes; or have a discussion about how the Fonz was a perv. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;But I guess that's just human nature. If someone's not interested in something they either (like me) pretend an interest just to apesse others, or just change the subject as soon as they can to suit themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Now I'm not saying that all people bore the shit out of me and every conversation should be what I want to talk about, but dammit man; I'd for once like to sit around and rather than hear about who won the Stanley Cup in what year, or more of the same repetitive conversation, I want to sit and talk about the Dark Phoenix Saga or which was better Mario 2 or Mario 3. Then we'll see how bored everone else gets. Give 'em a piece of their own medicine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Then I'm gonna let the waitress take all their beer away when they go out for a smoke.   DOUBLE WHAMMY!!!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;----(side note: tony was right. fuck them and their beer...scroll down and read comments to find out what the hell I'm babbling about)----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Well that felt pretty good to get off my chest. And I did just like I used to do to start at one topic and switch it up later. Maybe there's still hope for my yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Youngblood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/9863005-112373421712424546?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/112373421712424546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=112373421712424546&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/112373421712424546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/112373421712424546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2005/08/rant-time.html' title='Rant time'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-112313291482382213</id><published>2005-08-03T23:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T23:21:54.823-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Well here it is!</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'll be damned, I actually got my re-vamp done.  What do you think?  It's not quite finished.  I still have a few little things here and there to do.  I think Internet Explorer has a few small problems, like the sidebars being out of alignment, but I built it in Firefox.  So I'll be fixing that (or at least trying to).  Also I am going to begin a magical quest for my counter, which has mysteriously gone missing.  I'm sure it'll turn up sooner or later.  So that's it.  CRITICS GO HARD!!!  Let me have it!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Tell me about dead links and other rubish such as that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Youngblood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863005-112313291482382213?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/112313291482382213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=112313291482382213&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/112313291482382213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/112313291482382213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2005/08/well-here-it-is.html' title='Well here it is!'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-112303635185625125</id><published>2005-08-02T20:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T20:32:31.860-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep thought...(not Jack Handy style)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Most people have that one friend who you were really close to as a kid, then one of you moved away.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Have any of you seen them since?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Even just talked to them?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Recently I had the opportunity to see one such old friend.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t think I’d seen him for about six years.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ll give you the rundown on our story:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;He lived across the road from my house when we were kids.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now living on the farm there weren’t many kids around, and Chad lived right across the road, so of course we became friends.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We met at about the age of 4 or 5 and we became the best of friends…when we were at home that is.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When we were at school it was a different story.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s not that we fought all the time; we just had different friends at school.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This went on for quite a few years, until the summer after grade 7.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Chad’s dad got a job up in Rainbow Lake, in northern Alberta, quite a long ways from Kamsack, SK.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After that I think I saw him twice, until last week.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;When I heard Chad was coming I was looking forward to it…most people would be.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Honestly, I didn’t know what to expect.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Turns out Chad and I became two very different people (surprise, surprise).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He’s engaged now; he’s the manager of an industrial supply store; has his own house; a couple of dogs; and his own truck.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh yeah, did I mention that he’s 20 years old.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Myself on the other hand have no girlfriend; am currently living at home for the summer; am hoping to buy a hamster in the fall; and one day want to get paid to talk about movies.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not that I’m saying that I’m embarrassed or ashamed about my life, it’s just that we have very different lives now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I really didn’t talk to Chad all that much this weekend when I saw him, because I honestly didn’t know what to say to him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We’ve both changed and evolved into two totally different people.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;With Saskatchewan’s centennial upon us, there are many homecoming celebrations going on all around the province.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This coming weekend, my hometown of Kamsack is having its homecoming.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After this recent experience with Chad, I’ve just started wondering what people are going to think when they see their high school friends, whom they haven’t seen since high school, or shortly after.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not that I’m saying that everyone will be disappointed with what they see, but as the saying goes, “sometimes people surprise you” (I realize I’m taking it out of context but whatever).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Those people who you knew may not be who you remembered them to be, but on the other hand them may be even more that you expected (hey I think that one was in context).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Youngblood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;P.S.  Even though I have been leaving pretty big gaps between posts, I haven't forgotten about all you readers.  I'm currently working on a total revamp of my blogs look.  Hope to have it up soon.  Thanks for sticking by me faithful readers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863005-112303635185625125?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/112303635185625125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=112303635185625125&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/112303635185625125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/112303635185625125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2005/08/deep-thoughtnot-jack-handy-style.html' title='Deep thought...(not Jack Handy style)'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-112294471503798736</id><published>2005-08-01T19:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T19:05:15.046-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a bird!  It's a plane!  It's just some guy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;What if you could have superpowers?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What would you do with them?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What would you want them to be?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Would you hide them from people?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Would you go all secret identity and whatnot, and show people what you could do but only once you put on some tights?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now, I’ve actually been thinking about this lately(for those of you shaking your heads: I cut grass all day, I have a lot of time to think), I think I’d either want telekinesis, or the power to fly.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Either way I’d be able to fly, if I couldn’t move things with my mind then well, whatever…I can still fly.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now, as far as the whole donning of the tights is concerned…ummmm no.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I would wear flight goggles though (I don’t need bugs and crap in my eyes while I’m trying to get around).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The reason I wouldn’t wear tights is because I just don’t think it’d look good…me in tights?….once again…ummmm no.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Also then it makes people think that you’re some kind of superhero…which I really can’t see myself being.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m not saying I wouldn’t use my power to help people, cause you know “with great power comes great responsibility”, but I wouldn’t have any Batsignal; I wouldn’t form any kind of team. Imagine my team: THE O’HOOLIGANS!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A huge pint glass would shine in the sky when we’re needed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A lot of beer trucks would get saved on our watch. (that’s actually not a bad idea.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I CALL COPYRIGHT!!!…oh wait it doesn’t work like calling shotgun)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I think I would probably hide my power from people though.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If I needed to use it I would, but I think I would keep as many people in the dark about it for as long as I could.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s not because I’m afraid of people being afraid of me or seeing me differently (fuck them if they don’t want to know me because I’m different), it’s mainly because I wouldn’t want people trying to use me for my powers, or exploit them for some reason.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;What do you think?(and not that I’m mental or anything because I already know that) What would you do?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As nuts as it sounds I figure it’s an ok question to ask yourself.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Youngblood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863005-112294471503798736?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/112294471503798736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=112294471503798736&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/112294471503798736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/112294471503798736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2005/08/its-bird-its-plane-its-just-some-guy.html' title='It&apos;s a bird!  It&apos;s a plane!  It&apos;s just some guy!'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-111940089547924789</id><published>2005-06-21T18:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T18:41:35.486-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lament of the Beer Watcher</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;Here is an article I wrote for the National Pist.  I haven't seen the new issue so I don't know if it's in there...or if a new issue even exists...but here it is anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;Ever since Saskatchewan put the smoking ban into place, I have found that a new title has been placed upon me: The Beer Watcher.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Being the non-smoker in the group, I have been appointed to watch over everyone’s drinks as they all go outside for a cigarette.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It may not be the most glamorous or rewarding job but…as a matter, I don’t get anything for it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So then why do I do it?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Suppose it is rewarding in way.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I make sure that no one’s beer I stolen or taken away because the waitress thinks they left, and I make sure no one takes our table.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yeah, I guess it is kind of rewarding in the long run.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m guess you could say that I’m doing a good deed for my friends.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;But it does get lonely.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I do get left alone a lot, while the rest of the group goes outside.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yeah sure, it might be cold for them but at least they’re all there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Who do I have?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No one, that’s who!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All I’m left with is my thoughts, hence how this article came to be.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think it’s time I do something about this. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Let’s face it, if I don’t do something about this it’ll get out of hand.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;So here’s what I’m going to do: I’m going to get together a whole group of people who are in just the same situation I am, and one by one we’ll invite all our friends out with us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then every once-in-awhile we’ll all just get up and leave, for no particular reason, and leave the one person who smokes all by themselves.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then they’ll no how it feels.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Better yet they’ll have to go out for a smoke by themselves too.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s a double whammy!&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;So, to all of the Beer Watchers out there reading this don’t despair, you’re not alone.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There are others like you out there, and one day all the Beer Watchers of the world shall unite and then nothing will stop us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But until that day comes, and if you are feeling vengeful, sometime when everyone goes out side just drink all their beer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You’ll have to do it fast, so if you plan on doing this you’ll have to train for a while.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But you’ll show them who’s boss.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And if they give you shit for drinking all their beer, just tell them it’s a long overdue payment.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And if that doesn’t work just tell them that you’re drunk and don’t know better, that you thought it was your beer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If these tactics don’t work there’s only one thing left to do: pretend to pass out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Or better yet do it for real, because depending on how much you had to guzzle back in such a short time, you’ll probably be pretty hammered.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Either way it works against them, because a) they’ll have to haul your drunk ass out of the bar and b) there won’t be anyone left to watch their drinks.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Suckers! &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Youngblood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863005-111940089547924789?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/111940089547924789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=111940089547924789&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/111940089547924789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/111940089547924789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2005/06/lament-of-beer-watcher.html' title='The Lament of the Beer Watcher'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-111931165535146553</id><published>2005-06-20T17:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T17:54:15.356-06:00</updated><title type='text'>AH HA!!! I'm back</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;OK, so my computer's up and running and good to go now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;So, continuing with the last entries summer trend…today has more about summer.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I love summer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Did I mention that last time?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t think so.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I’ll say it again…I love summer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In what other season can you be on a lake, in a boat, the clouds are parted just enough for the sunset to peek through, when all of a sudden a pelican flies across the sunset? (It’s true I saw it the other day)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What season I ask you?…What season?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I love summer…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just being on the lake is fan-freaking-tastic!!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I love it!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There is nothing better I tell you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well actually…kneeboarding on a lake that smooth like glass…yeah, that’s better.  Definitely better.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For any who haven’t tried it, do it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s better than skiing, which in my opinion is boring, unless it's trick skiing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Normal, two ski skiing is just plain boring.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Kneeboarding has jumps and spins and awesome falls that hurt.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Can you get any better…well… maybe wakeboarding…but I haven’t tried that but it looks deadly.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So give it up for the wakeboarders.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They deserve the props over the skiers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They’re like the 18 year old young buck and skiers are the 97 year olds (although they can be pretty fun sometimes)…scratch that last one…skiers are like a rectal itch.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ya that’s better.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Youngblood&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863005-111931165535146553?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/111931165535146553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=111931165535146553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/111931165535146553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/111931165535146553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2005/06/ah-ha-im-back.html' title='AH HA!!! I&apos;m back'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-111905676218813836</id><published>2005-06-17T19:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T19:06:44.236-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bosh!!  Flimshaw!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I had a post typed on my computer but I think the power suply blew on it when the power went out today(GO WARRANTY! IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY! WE GONNA PARTY LIKE IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY!!!) so I'll get it on here soon. It had more to do with summer. I'm trying to post more from know on. So stay tuned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Youngblood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863005-111905676218813836?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/111905676218813836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=111905676218813836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/111905676218813836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/111905676218813836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2005/06/bosh-flimshaw.html' title='Bosh!!  Flimshaw!!!'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-111897260387892849</id><published>2005-06-16T19:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T19:43:23.886-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;What the Fuck!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m wicked sun burnt!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The shit of the deal is I was wearing sun block too.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;SPF 15 no less, and I’m wicked globbing it on too.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s not like I’m just putting wee little bit on, I’m putting on a lot of it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe it’s because I’m in the sun all day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Would that be it?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Even still, it should still protect me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh well I guess I’ll just go get more.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I must admit though the one upside to the sunburn is when you find relief to the sunburn.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You could say that about any kind of problem, that the relief is the best part.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But with a sunburn you can take a cold beer, put it on those hotspots, cool off and then drink it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Is that not the best double whammy ever?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I love beer… &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I guess sunburn is just a something to even out the greatness of summer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Its like winter and…umm…well I got nothing there, but you know what they say: You have to take the good with the bad.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But wouldn’t winter also be considered the bad in that equation to summers goodness.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;DAMMIT!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Winter wins again!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I HATE WINTER!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I love beer….(cracks a beer)…well I gotta go attend to some…business…yes that will do…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Youngblood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Beer! Is there anything you can’t do?” – Homer Simpson&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863005-111897260387892849?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/111897260387892849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=111897260387892849&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/111897260387892849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/111897260387892849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2005/06/what-fuck-im-wicked-sun-burnt-shit-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-111665470470235017</id><published>2005-05-20T23:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T23:52:49.640-06:00</updated><title type='text'>These kids today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ok, here's what I don't get...What is with kids today? Now I realize that I'm only 19 myself, but I was just at a party that was probably one of the most ridiculous things I've ever seen.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now...the May Long Weekend is supposed to be a time for partying...that's it, that's all...as far as I'm concerned. And there's nothing wrong with high school kids getting in on that. As a matter of fact, it's probably the best time for high schoolers to learn how to party right. Make plans so you won't get caught. Learn those lessons that can be passed down, and used the following years to avoid police and in the case I experienced tonight C.O.'s. &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But if tonight's experience proved anything, these kids haven't learnt anything. Were they not listening when these fables and legends of the past were told? No, I don't think they were, because when my two comrades and I pulled up to, what we thought would be just a small gathering in a campsite, was actually more close to a mosh pit in the middle of the street. We pulled up and I asked "Is Pearl Jam playing at one of these campsites, because this is fucking stupid".&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Do these kids not know that you are supposed to have several small party's spread out all over the place and people move around from party to party. In my experience that's the way it's supposed to be, at least for this particular weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know that I learnt from the mistakes of the past. I learnt from the legends and so did others, and there was peace and if authority figures of some kind had to become involved I had nothing to do with it and neither did the people I was with. Only the people who hadn't learned the lessons were. But it was never anything like this....I have never seen anything like this on a may long weekend at the Madge Lake campground....all you can say is that it was utter insanity...that's about it...maybe add a "fuck" in there somewhere...that's it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Youngblood&lt;/span&gt;&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/9863005-111665470470235017?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/111665470470235017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=111665470470235017&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/111665470470235017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/111665470470235017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2005/05/these-kids-today.html' title='These kids today'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-111621994964512124</id><published>2005-05-15T23:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T23:53:33.390-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a post</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"  class="MsoBodyText"&gt;I dwell over things way too much.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I really do.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I sit and I over think shit and become paranoid and try and conceive all possibilities to a particular situation and how they can come to be and how to avert them if necessary.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I over think shit and worry or I get ahead of myself and assume that something great is going to happen and in the end I get nothing but disappointment because what I think is going to happen never does.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m surprised I got my job back from last summer because I just assumed that I would, so that should automatically meant that I wouldn’t get the job.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I guess I finally lucked out.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;I do all this and take up so much of my brain power that I can’t focus on anything but what I have to worry about that particular day, hence why my hair is slowly saying goodbye to my scalp.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That in itself is a paradox.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The theory is that it’s falling out because I worry too much, and all it does is make me worry more, so more hair just falls out!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;DAMMIT!!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;If I focused all the mental energy I use up worrying about shit and thinking about things that will never happen, I’d probably have the marks in school that I should be having; I’d be more confidence in myself (and with that a have a girl, because according to that &lt;i&gt;Cosmo&lt;/i&gt; at Abigail’s place, that’s what chicks want); not be loosing my hair; and probably be able to do decent posts for you fine people more often.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="arial" style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;I know that everyone worry’s about shit, and I’m sure there are those that do more than I, but it’s still a complete and utter annoyance, and people telling me to just not worry so much doesn’t do shit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Don’t worry so much” they say.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well that’s some great advice; you must have gone to Harvard to come up with that one.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;…Well… I just had to get that out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think that’s the closest I’ve ever come to bitching about what kind of day I had on this thing.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Youngblood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863005-111621994964512124?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/111621994964512124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=111621994964512124&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/111621994964512124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/111621994964512124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2005/05/just-post.html' title='Just a post'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-111576452491526508</id><published>2005-05-10T16:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T16:35:25.070-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To Beach or not to Beach, that is the question.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div face="arial" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So I was shovelling sand today and I started thinking about the beach. Who decides where a beach is going to go, and where do they get all that sand? Sure some of it could be there naturally, but they must have to get some from like a sand pit or something. But some of those beaches are so big they must have to go to a few different pits, and it's not like there's a sand pit every 10 miles or anything. They'd have to haul it in from all over, just for beach.......that was a pretty useless thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I love going to the beach. Sure, you don't find a whole lot of nude beaches around here, but hey you don't need them. To me, going to the beach is one of the most relaxing things you can do. I don't need naked chicks walking by and distracting me while I play football. I mean, I've been hit in the head more than I need to be, so I don't need be getting distracted and getting smoked in the head by a football. It hurts and it's embarrassing. That's a double whammy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Alot of people prefer going to a pool over the beach. Now I'm a firm believer in everyone has thier own oppinion and preferences, but to these people I say: get bent and get real. The beach is where it's at! People, vollyball, football, frisbie, half naked hotties. Where can you go wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I love the beach, and whenever someones up for going I'm there! You can't much better than the beach. (except if you're talking about that movie with Dicaprio, then in that case you can get a lot better)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Youngblood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/9863005-111576452491526508?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/111576452491526508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=111576452491526508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/111576452491526508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/111576452491526508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2005/05/to-beach-or-not-to-beach-that-is.html' title='To Beach or not to Beach, that is the question.'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-111566288026309827</id><published>2005-05-09T12:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T12:31:45.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Youngblood at the Movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = v /&gt;&lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;&lt;v:path connecttype="rect" gradientshapeok="t" extrusionok="f"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:lock aspectratio="t" ext="edit"&gt;&lt;v:imagedata title="" src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/MOM'SC~1/LOCALS~1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 151px; HEIGHT: 237px" height="273" src="http://crossdress.transgender.at/images/filmbrady02.jpg" width="140" align="left" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This weekend I watched &lt;i&gt;A Very Brady Sequel&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I honestly think that I am dumber from watching it.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I really do.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Most movies I step back and take a fair look at it and examine the positives and negatives of it.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It’s kind of tough with this one.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I never felt so drained mentally after watching a movie, not even after &lt;i&gt;Dude Where’s My Car&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;Scooby Doo&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This movie pushes a limit that…that I don’t even know what it is.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It’s just a limit of something…not stupidity…but cheesiness.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ya, cheesiness!&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I realize that the makers of the movie wanted to make it as cheesy as they could, but I think they didn’t just miss their mark, but they flew by it a light speed and kept on going.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I have no problem with what they did with the first movie.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was cheesy, but not like this.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Oh not like this!&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This was some kind of new level that I don’t think that they even thought about reaching!&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But in actuality the filmmakers can’t be the ones blamed for this atrocity.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The actors can’t be blamed either.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The one man responsible for this torture (and I do mean torture.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Strap someone to a chair and pt this in front of them and they’ll confess to anything just so you’ll shut it off) is Sherwood Schwartz.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Good old Sherwood might not have had anything to do with the making of this movie, but he did create &lt;i&gt;The Brady Bunch&lt;/i&gt; (and &lt;i&gt;Gilligan’s Island&lt;/i&gt;), so in turn he is the one to blame for this.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;DAMN YOU SHERWOOD!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I do realize that they were spoofing the show and bay making it uber-cheesy, that was just part of the spoof.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I just think they took it a little too far.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;They made them dumb people, and on the show the Brady’s weren’t dumb.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The one actually funny part of the movie was the sexual tension between Marcia and Greg, and them trying to figure out if it was wrong if it was wrong for them to hook up (you know, because they’re not really brother and sister just half).&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was kind of creepy, but still kind of funny.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;They do also have a few good jokes; mostly they’re all play-on-words kind of thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So for doing what they set out to do, but torturing the audience for doing it; and having a few laughs, I’m giving &lt;i&gt;A Very Brady Sequel&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; 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I know that's a pretty crappy way to make it up to you but hey, it's all I gots right now. I haven't even been on the internet for almost a week. To take up time posts I'm probably going to do a lot more movie reviews or whatever you want to call them, considering that's all I've been doing lately, watching movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say that I haven't been on the 'net for almost a week automatically means that I haven't checked my e-mail for the same amount of time. Just before doing this post I checked it and all I had was 3 e-mails. One was the anonymous post asking if I was going to post over the summer. Another was junk and the last was porn from my cousin which I didn't even bother to let load because I'm on dial-up and it probably wouldn't have been done until the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought about for a second: I haven't checked my inbox for damn near a week, and that's I all I got. A comment, junk and porn. I appreciate the comment, I look forward to those most over pretty much any e-mail I get. Porn is porn, whatever. Everyone gets it, its nothing new. And grand ye olde junk mail. Woo Hoo! That's it! That's all I get! Whenever I see people checking their e-mail its full of stuff, and not all junk. I aspire to be like that one day. I'm not asking everyone to start e-mailing me right away. This isn't a cry for help "Oh look at me the poor e-mail-less guy". It's just a thought I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back with more this week.  Sorry again for the wait....it's so unlike me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Youngblood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/9863005-111552793800671816?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/111552793800671816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=111552793800671816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/111552793800671816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/111552793800671816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-sorry-now-im-back-thanks-for.html' title='I&apos;m sorry, now I&apos;m back, thanks for waiting'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-111488294084173985</id><published>2005-04-30T11:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T12:38:42.926-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Youngblood at the Movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well I'm back at the movies after a little hiatus, and today's entry is the latest film by Kevin Smith, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jersey Girl&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can honestly say that I think that this was an absolutely fantastic movie, and I don't understand why it gets shit on so much. Yeah it's different than all his other movies, but just because it has Ben Affleck and Jennifer Lopez(for about 20 minutes) doesn't make it a bad movie. I think it proves that Kevin Smith doesn't need to have Jay and Silent Bob to make a good movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is full of View Askew alumni like Jason Lee, Matt Damon, and George Carlin(actually I think they're the only ones). This movie, from a technical standpoint, is probably one of Smith's more visually appealing works as well (there's actually some camera movement in this one). It is full of all the vulgar language that fans expect of Mr. Smith's films, so no one can say that he's gone soft or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie proves that the man can do serious writing and he isn't just all about the dick and fart jokes (yes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chasing Amy&lt;/span&gt; did have plenty of dick and fart jokes so don't say that that was his most serious). As much as everyone always says that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chasing Amy&lt;/span&gt; as his most personal film, this one beats it by a longshot. He started writing it one night after watching his wife put their daughter to bed and wondered, "What would my life be like if she died during childbirth?" The next morning the first 50 pages of the first draft were done. Pretty impressive if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for being quite a touching film, as well as (as far as I'm concerned) one of his best films, I give Kevin Smith's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jersey Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;²²²&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1/2 out of 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youngblood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863005-111488294084173985?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/111488294084173985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=111488294084173985&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/111488294084173985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/111488294084173985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2005/04/youngblood-at-movies_30.html' title='Youngblood at the Movies'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-111465957030669359</id><published>2005-04-27T21:29:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T21:43:33.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch it boy or I'll give ya a shot!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Maybe it's just me, but I don't see what's so special about getting shots at the bar. I mean, if your going to get a drink why not spend the extra buck or whatever on a beer. It'll last longer. I guess if you just want to get drunk that might be ok, but I also don't see the point of setting a goal for getting drunk. As the Barenaked Ladies said, "Drinking just to get drunk is a waste of precious booze".  The way I see it, you should just go out to have a good time and if you get loaded then you get loaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever someone wins big on the VLT's they always buy a round of shots, and if they get me one thats fine but I still would rather have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; a beer. Even if its a cheap Jackass that really doesn't taste good, I'd still rather have it over a shot. That way I can sit and enjoy it and that person can know that I have enjoyed thier gift, rather than having this shot that when they blink they miss me taking it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also just don't like the taste of shots. They don't appeal to me. Some may see this as odd considerng that I'm in the Guiness Club and there are so many people who can't stand the taste of Guiness. It really doesn't matter what it is I just really don't like them...except Jager...Jager is alllrrrright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I have found my exception with Jager, but I still would prefer a pint of Guiness over a shot anyday...or alot of other beers besides Guiness...Honeybrown, Kokanee, Kieths, Kronenburg, Canadian...not Boh...I'd rather drink piss, but for those who have drank Boh, it's not that far off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Youngblood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/9863005-111465957030669359?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/111465957030669359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=111465957030669359&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/111465957030669359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/111465957030669359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2005/04/watch-it-boy-or-ill-give-ya-shot.html' title='Watch it boy or I&apos;ll give ya a shot!!!!'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-111453131081481522</id><published>2005-04-26T09:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T10:11:28.180-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be damned it's...it's...A POST!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/news/wenn/2005-04-22/#celeb2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;COSBY TO FIGHT 11 WOMEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. Click on the link to see what the article I’m taking about. Now if you don’t read the article in question you might be wondering why the hell Bill Cosby would fight 11 women. Is he going to get in the ring with them and have some kind of royal rumble? No, in fact its actually about a bunch of women taking him to court because they are accusing him of drugging and assaulting them. You know, the usual Hollywood thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I first read that headline that was the first thing that popped into my head; the image of Bill Cosby getting into the ring and squaring off against 11 women. You gotta love the people that come up with these headlines. If they're not coming up with the most cheesy headlines like "The Buttler Did It"(After Rocky Butler put on a show at the Labour Day game a few years back), they're coming up with some of the dumbest ones "Laxative helps remove Earwax"(from the &lt;em&gt;Tonight Show&lt;/em&gt;). How do these people get jobs as Headline writers? Is this what they decided to do with thier journalism degree? The least they can do is proofread their work, they're only like 5 words long. And do they think they're funny? Are they trying to be funny or do they realize that they're just really cheazy? Or are they trying to be full of cheeze?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;In all honesty though, I couldn't do thier job. Most of the time I don't even read the entire headline, because my attention span is so low, so how could I sit and read the article and write the headline. But wait...by looking at some of these headlines they don't even do that. I think I just found a my new career!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Youngblood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863005-111453131081481522?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/111453131081481522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=111453131081481522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/111453131081481522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/111453131081481522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2005/04/ill-be-damned-itsitsa-post.html' title='I&apos;ll be damned it&apos;s...it&apos;s...A POST!!'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-111389593968165389</id><published>2005-04-19T01:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T01:32:19.683-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Real Animal Kingdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Whenever I go home for a visit, I always end up watching the squirrel that lives in my moms yard (or garage or under the deck.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t know were).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It runs around and jumps of this and that and eats bird seed; you know normal squirrel stuff.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But I wonder if it’s doing that because it knows I’m watching it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Do animals behave certain ways because they know people are watching them?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Do they just do what’s expected of them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I think so.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Once we’re done watching them they drop the act and go back to their normal thing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It makes sense.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Do you think a cat actually wants to be licking his own nuts?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Of course he doesn’t!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But we expect him to so he just does it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He knows that if we see him do it we’ll all have a laugh, so he does it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;What I’d like to see is just a family of kangaroos just hanging out at A&amp;W; on their way to a family reunion.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Or see a herd of zebras go for an after work drink.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Of course there would have be various different bars for the animals.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You couldn’t have a lion and zebra going to the same bar, because the zebras would just get eaten.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And the lions wouldn’t go there just because it’s just the rules.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You don’t go into the zebra’s bar and eat them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you want to eat one you have to wait until some camera crew is watching you while your trying to sleep one day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You give them a show for their documentary, and then send the zebra’s family an apology accompanied by a fruit basket and a bunch of cash.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But if a zebra walks into the lion’s bar, they’re just asking for it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Whatever happens they deserve it; same as it works in the human world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I’d like to sit and chat with some animals, and get some of their feedback on some stuff.  Like this whole alien/cow mutilation thing.  I’d like to get the cow’s side of the story.  See if the aliens are actually mutilating the cows, or if my theory is right and the cows are just randomly exploding (I’d love to see that; a cow just randomly explode while your driving by one day…gotta put that in a movie sometime).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Youngblood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863005-111389593968165389?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/111389593968165389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=111389593968165389&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/111389593968165389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/111389593968165389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2005/04/real-animal-kingdom.html' title='The Real Animal Kingdom'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-111372364272932815</id><published>2005-04-17T01:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T13:57:52.223-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Look more pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.comicspriceguide.com/images/covers/3320/2.jpg" align="right" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.comicspriceguide.com/images/covers/3320/1.gif" align="left" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Over the weekend I bought and read these two comics.  Now, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;The Silver Surfer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span syle="font-family:arial;"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;isn't usually what I read.  I'm more into the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;X-Men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; type stuff, but something caught my eye about these two. One was the fact that it was only a 2 issue mini-series. The other I think was the price. Can't go wrong for 65 cents each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pleasantly surprised to find that they were also a good read. The story is Galactus(a big immortal cosmic being who eats planets) comes to Earth and is worshipped as a God. So then the Silver Surfer comes out of hiding to show the people of earth that this "God" that they worship is just here to destroy them. But instead of doing it himself he lets them destroy themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds pretty simple right? Well yeah it is, from a good versus evil kind of standpoint, but it does have a message in there about religion. The two issues have people killing for their beliefs; people turning away from family members because of their beliefs; and one man exploiting others beliefs for his own personal gain; showing how far people will go because of what they believe. As bad as it is to think about it, it is the truth. Those things happen all the time and have been happening since the beginning of time. It shows the people of Earth being duped by Galactus so easily and in the end the Surfer realizes that "Surely this is why they so often fall to the prey of tyrants and despots", because people so often just want someone else to lead them; someone to do their thinking for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to sum up, these 2 comics were not just 48 pages of crude artwork (the art really was crude. The ads were better drawn than most of the the panels), with a good versus evil story, it actually held a message which can teach,and (I know I've said this before) proves that comics can be a legit&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/9863005-111372364272932815?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/111372364272932815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=111372364272932815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/111372364272932815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/111372364272932815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2005/04/look-more-pictures.html' title='Look more pictures!'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-111351448214534408</id><published>2005-04-14T15:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T15:34:42.146-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The new look</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;As you can tell there's been a little change to the blog.  It'll be doing alot of that in the next little while.  I'm working on a new look, but I think this is a good start.  Check the side menu.  There's link to some of my photography, and now there's more than just two pictures there, so check it out.  I'd type more but I have to go and pretend to study for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Youngblood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863005-111351448214534408?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/111351448214534408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=111351448214534408&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/111351448214534408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/111351448214534408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2005/04/new-look.html' title='The new look'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-111344378374019238</id><published>2005-04-13T19:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T20:14:48.703-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fortress of Solitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/232/2865/320/desk11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/232/2865/400/desk1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So here it is My Fortress of Solitude. The place I sit and write all these wonderful posts So lets run through the shot shall we:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: My computer. As you can see I have a post in the works onscreen as always, because that's what I do. I take my valuable time and create informative, funny and....ummm...I guess that's the only kind of posts I do. Oh ya and raving lunatic posts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;: My Pictures. The place I look for my inspiration. Who wouldn't be inspired by the goofyness of Tim(I mean that in a good fun way), the cute smile of the Jamie, the intelect of Mike and Santa Clause, the dance moves of Rene, and Nick playing air guitar with his crotch in Curtis' face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;: My action figures. The Punisher on top and Iron Man down below. My comic book inspired rants stem from these two giants of the comics industry. It gets kind of rough though sometimes when they clash on ideas. That's when the heavy artillery breaks out and hide under a blanket and/or in my closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;:  My CD's.  Who wouldn't be inspired by great artists and the songs they write.  Like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Metallica - St. Anger&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Weezer - In the Garage&lt;/span&gt;, and that unforgetable John Frusciante song: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your Pussy's Glued to a Tree that's on fire&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;:  My Keyboard.  Kindo of self-explanitory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;: Empty glasses. At one time they were filled with a magical liquid. Beer? Intelligence Inhancer? Water? We'll never know will we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;: Pre-written entries. I don't just write these things on the fly you know. Sometimes I do, but giveme a freaking break! You think this stuff just comes out when I call apon it. I wish!...and so do you.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;: Speakers.  The place my insiration comes from....and some kick ass tunes too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's about it.  I hope you find it as informative as it wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Youngblood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&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/9863005-111344378374019238?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/111344378374019238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=111344378374019238&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/111344378374019238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/111344378374019238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-fortress-of-solitude_13.html' title='My Fortress of Solitude'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-111328346585159284</id><published>2005-04-12T12:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T23:28:07.460-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Education dollars at work</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As this semester draws to a close, I thought I’d draw on what I’ve learnt of the past few months:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;French kicks ass! This has nothing to do with the language itself, but I have never met so many cute girls so fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Investing in comic books can pay off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Animation isn’t for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The KKK had a very powerful influence in Saskatchewan during the mid 1920’s up until the depression when people realized how stupid they looked (in the clothing department and in ideology)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mid 60’s modern art cinema blows!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The bathroom on the first floor of the Riddel Centre is one of the nicest bathrooms I’ve ever seen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Owl on a Friday night is not the place for me, but it’s alright in the afternoon and for an after class brew Monday nights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The ONEitude is directly proportional to the COLDitude of the ONE. A ONE that isn't COLD is scarcely a ONE at all (click &lt;a href="http://www.homestarrunner.com/sbemail39.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to find out what the fuck I’m talking about)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Smokers can fuck off and stop bitching to me about having to go outside for a smoke. I DON’T CARE!!! I NEVER HAVE AND I NEVER WILL! (I never learnt that, I just knew it and had to get that off my chest)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Regardless of what my older brother might say The State is actually a pretty cool place &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You can get records that are clear (so cool!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Devo and Mike made the stoop too popular and too much of a kick ass place to be and now every time I walk by there’s someone there. The tiles around it should be turned into a disco floor and there should be a velvet rope that you are only allowed inside of if the big guy that opens it lets you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The novelty of Micheal Moore has worn off. As much as I like how he badmouths Satan himself, it’s getting a little old. Let someone else do it for awhile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Degrassi (in any of its forms) is some of the greatest programming ever to be broadcast on television (and the DVD's are cheap)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Don't get food at Pizza Pizza in the Riddel Centre after about 4:00 because chances are the slice you get has been sitting there since about 2:00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I don't care about how much better Linux is. I use Windows. It's what I've got. I know Microsoft is the devil, but I still don't care about Linux.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;That's about it for now. Throughout the month I'll give you some more as they come to me and then do my year end wrap up and get ready for the summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Youngblood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863005-111328346585159284?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/111328346585159284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=111328346585159284&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/111328346585159284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/111328346585159284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2005/04/education-dollars-at-work.html' title='Education dollars at work'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-111323065107140476</id><published>2005-04-11T08:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T08:44:11.073-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Huston...we have a fuck up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So the other day I’m putting a new roll of film into my camera, and I noticed something interesting about it.  Now, this film came from a 5 pack of Fuji 400 ISO film.  But I noticed, as I was inserting the roll, that it was actually 800 ISO.  No I realize that to many of you that means absolutely nothing.  Chances are many of you don’t even know what ISO means.  But that’s not important here.  What is important though is the fact that I got one roll of film, which was faster than what I actually purchased.  Good deal hey.  You know what they say, faster is better.  I was pretty happy about this deal that I got. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later I was thinking about it.  I was happy about someone’s fuck up.  It’s not a new thing.  People do it all the time.  Like, when you get more change back than you should have.  It’s a fun feeling.  But you’re taking happiness for someone else’s fault.  Does that make you a bad person?  Is it any different than laughing at someone who’s made a mistake?  You don’t know how that person might feel about that mistake later.  Like if you’re at the bar, and give the waitress a 10, and by accident she gives you a 20 for change (happened to me).  Sure you feel pretty good about it, but what about that waitress.  Sure she probably wouldn’t care, if she even realized that she did it, but you never know.  I guess what I’m saying is that in society we take joy from peoples fuck ups all too often.  I’m not saying that I don’t do it, and that the rest of you are hell spawns for doing it.  I know I do it all the time; five times a day at least.  But I guess I just to recognize the fact that we do it this too much.  I know I’m not going to stop, I’m a smart ass; it’s what I do.  Should we stop this practice?  Maybe.  In a perfect world we should.  But since when is this a perfect world?  So lets not do it.  In fact lets do it more and see how much faster the world turns to shit.  It’ll be a nice sociological study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Youngblood&lt;/em&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/9863005-111323065107140476?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/111323065107140476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=111323065107140476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/111323065107140476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/111323065107140476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2005/04/hustonwe-have-fuck-up.html' title='Huston...we have a fuck up'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-111284048318956345</id><published>2005-04-06T20:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T20:24:17.336-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonds instantly to your skin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bonds instantly to your skin.  &lt;/span&gt;Now there's a warning I wish I would have read. I think crazy glue would bond like a second or two after you apply it. It's a little safer don't you think. They could do it. I mean, if they could make it bond instantly they should be able to make it bond in a few seconds. All they probably have to do is cut back the amount of something when they make it. It only makes sense. If your making something and you want less of it, you just reduce an ingredient. Like if a cake is too sweet, just don't put so much sugar in the next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know I would buy that kind of glue. It sure would reduce the amount of times I have to stick my hand under the tap to try disolve the glue so the shoe will come off. Maybe next time I'll leave the shoe on my hand. I could be a super hero. SHOE-MAN. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He runs at the speed of light.  When his legs get tired he runs with his hands.&lt;/span&gt; When I'm needed they could project a big shoe in the sky. I'll throw laces at criminals to tie them up. And my side kick would be...wrist...watch...boy...NO...girl. Definetly girl. I ain't keeping no young boy in a cave. I don't want to be no Bruce 'Micheal Jackson' Wayne (get it. 'cause Bruce Wayne is Batman...and Robin's a young boy.....ah forget it!). But would it be worse to keep a young girl in a cave? Batman is these days (the new Robin's a girl). How about I don't have a side kick and just steer clear of this whole ugly mess. Yeah that'd be alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Youngb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh! Wait a sec, I was talking about glue wasn't I? Yeah, I was, and I'm not done yet......um....yeah...how about that glue hey....sure is sticky....um.....I guess i was done.  How 'bout that, eh?                                &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[sound of running away from computer]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Youngblood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/9863005-111284048318956345?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/111284048318956345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=111284048318956345&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/111284048318956345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/111284048318956345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2005/04/bonds-instantly-to-your-skin.html' title='Bonds instantly to your skin'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-111272949054931789</id><published>2005-04-05T13:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T13:39:37.923-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Youngblood at the Movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.horrordrome.com/recensioni/cover/plan9.jpg" align="left" border="0" /&gt;I just finished watching a classic. No it wasn’t &lt;em&gt;Gone With the Wind&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;Psycho&lt;/em&gt; or even a remotely well made movie. It’s a movie that I think all film students should see, not for its good qualities but as an example of what not to do. What I just watched was the worst movie of all time. I am of course talking about &lt;em&gt;Plan 9 from Outer Space&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how I could make fun of this movie, and I will. But I’m going to, once again, try and give it a fair look and try and give Mr. Ed Wood as much credit as I can, because he needs all he can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First lets go over all the “legendary” mistakes that this gem has to offer. There’s the tombstone that falls over. In Ed’s defense it was made of cardboard so it was pretty likely to fall over whether someone fell on it or not. Then there’s the changing of day to night going from shot to shot. First it’s night and people are at the cemetery, then two bodies are discovered. Still night, the police get in their car at the police station (I have to add that the guy driving can’t open the door so he has to reach through the open window to unlock it), then as stated in the film “minutes later they arrive at the cemetery” and it is day, then they walk into the cemetery and it’s night again. Finally the flying saucers: Yes you can see the string holding them up. Legend has it that they were hubcaps, pie pans, pizza pans and paper plates, but they actually were kids model flying saucers. So there’s some credit towards Ed, he went for realism on that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now going on to the script. I can’t give Ed any credit here at all. He can’t write. His dialoged is terrible and the story is just…it’s terrible. Here’s some examples of the dialogue: “Visits? That would indicate visitors”; “future events such as these will effect you in the future”; “Inspector Clay is dead, murdered, and somebody’s responsible”; “they attacked a town, a small town I'll admit, but never the less a town of people, people who died”. I could go on forever, but I think you’ve got the gist of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s talk about Bela Legosi’s scenes know. He died four days after filming started, but instead of re-shooting his scenes they just retooled the movie to almost, kind of, make sense with what they had. The same shot of Legosi running out of a bush is used 4 times. And the scene at the beginning with him smelling a flower was just a home movie that he and Ed Wood made and Ed found a way to get it in the movie. He had to, this was supposed to be Bela Legosi’s last movie. It was its selling point. So he had to figure out a way to get him in there. And speaking of that home movie, in it the narrator says that he’s grieving the loss of his dead wife. But in the scene before it he’s at a funeral and it say’s that it’s his brother who just died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as much bad things are in this movie, you have to give Ed Wood credit for one thing: he had ambition. There’s no doubt about it. What other person would get all his friends baptized just so a church would fund his movie. And all these things like about inaccuracies like day to night and tombstones falling over, it’s not because he thought no one would notice it, he just couldn’t afford to re-shoot the scenes. Film costs money and that’s something that Ed didn’t have. The church wasn’t too keen on making a movie about grave robbers, and they weren’t about to give him more money to do it. Because he didn’t have any money he also couldn’t afford permits to shoot out in the street, so he shot as much as he could in the soundstage, which explains the day to night thing. All he had at the sound stage was a black backdrop and some clouds. Another way he cut his costs was using as much stock footage as he could. At least in this movie his use of the footage makes sense. In &lt;em&gt;Glen or Glenda&lt;/em&gt; it makes no sense at all. Legosi’s sitting in a chair then suddenly there’s buffalo running. Make’s no sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Ed did what he could with what he had: no money and a non-union crew. At least he was proud of the work he did. So for all Ed’s hard work scamming churches and cutting corners on costs, and giving me a whole lot of laughs I am giving &lt;em&gt;Plan 9 from Outer Space&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1/2 out of 5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Youngblood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &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/9863005-111272949054931789?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/111272949054931789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=111272949054931789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/111272949054931789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/111272949054931789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2005/04/youngblood-at-movies.html' title='Youngblood at the Movies'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-111259455009146010</id><published>2005-04-04T00:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T00:02:30.096-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How is it any greener on the other side?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;To start off the day I’ll give you the answer to Friday’s question.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The answer is: des raisins secs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh Tony you were close, but not close enough…smart-ass(ah you know I’m just kidding).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now I recently realized that I’m not living up to the “crazy thoughts that run through my head” title.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That combined with complaints about not doing decent posts, I’ve decided to return to my old ways, at least for a short time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe this will jumpstart my brain and turn it back on again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So here we go!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;Ahhh spring is upon us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Birds are chirping, snow is melting, and grass is getting ready to grow.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sounds pretty good huh?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Wrong!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ya birds and the disappearance of snow are good things, but who like to cut the grass?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;Now I know what some of you are thinking: “you’re planning on cutting grass as a summer job.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why wouldn’t you want the grass to grow?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well as far as work goes, I want to the grass to grow, otherwise things get more boring than they already are.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But as far as everywhere else is concerned, the grass can stay where it is.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They need to invent some kind of grass that doesn’t grow after a certain height.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I guess you could just get Astroturf, but it’s just not the same.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Some football team’s going to start practicing on your lawn, and that could get annoying.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But I guess Astroturf is the only way to go if you don’t want to have to cut grass.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I guess you could get some neighbor kid to do it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But then you’d have to pay him and buy gas for the mower.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In the long run Astroturf would be more cost effective.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Think about it: no paying some kid to cut you’re lawn when you’re too lazy; no gas for the mower; and hell, no mower period.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yup, Astroturf is definitely the way to go, even if you have to put up with “going nowhere” football players.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You could have fun with it actually.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Heckle them and tell them that they’ll never make it anywhere in their career and that they suck.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Someone has to tell them sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Youngblood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863005-111259455009146010?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/111259455009146010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=111259455009146010&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/111259455009146010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/111259455009146010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2005/04/how-is-it-any-greener-on-other-side.html' title='How is it any greener on the other side?'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-111238176764592875</id><published>2005-04-01T12:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T13:08:24.383-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Question of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Some sad news today. I just discovered that one of my favorite comedians, Mitch Hedberg, died. No details have been released but a source says that it was a heart attack. If you want to read the the article about it click &lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/news/articles/1499352/20050331/hedberg_mitch.jhtml?headlines=true"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  So rest in peace Mitch, where ever you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the lighter side: Today in french class myself and the lovely Karen, stumbled across a perplexing question. We found out what it the answer is but had a good laugh before that. So here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If raisin is french for grape, what's raisin in french?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said we found out the answer, so I'll give it too you on monday. Until then, try and solve my little question. Good Luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Youngblood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863005-111238176764592875?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/111238176764592875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=111238176764592875&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/111238176764592875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/111238176764592875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2005/04/question-of-day.html' title='Question of the day'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-111228289602957617</id><published>2005-03-31T09:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T09:28:16.033-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons Learned from the silver screen</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Awhile back I recommended the movie &lt;i&gt;I Heart Huckabees&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One of the things they tried to get across in the movie is that human drama is unavoidable.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It’s true.  The way I see it you can’t run from it, and you can’t hide from it.  Even if you don’t interact with any other human beings you still aren’t getting away from it, because you’ll make your own personal drama and start worrying about shit and you’ll become your own one-man/woman soap opera.  So just accept it for what it is, we can’t get away from it.  All we can do is just figure out how to deal with it the best we can, either from personal reflection or learning from the actions of others.  Then hopefully one day take all that drama and cash in on it; write a script; a book; or hell maybe even a play.  You might as well, look at all the hell and torture that drama put you through.  The least it can do is make some money for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Youngblood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863005-111228289602957617?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/111228289602957617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=111228289602957617&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/111228289602957617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/111228289602957617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2005/03/lessons-learned-from-silver-screen.html' title='Lessons Learned from the silver screen'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-111211210623453414</id><published>2005-03-29T10:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T10:01:46.240-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Proper reading material</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;As some of you may know, I love comic books!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I love everything about them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;From reading them, to finding out how much they’re worth, to knowing which covers make an issue more valuable than others.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If weren’t for comic books, I probably wouldn’t have learnt to read as well as I can.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When I was first learning to read, I found that they interested me more than they anything else.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A few times I even tried to do book reports on comics.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It didn’t quite go the way I wanted to, but that didn’t discourage me, I kept on a’readin’ ‘em (that’s a lot of apostrophes, maybe I should have read some grammar books too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I guess the point I want to make is that kids shouldn’t get discouraged from reading comics just because their teachers tell them they aren’t proper reading material.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If they get kids reading, isn’t that what matters?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And they can even teach kids lessons that they should learn early in their lives?  Look at X-Men, on the surface it may look like stories about a bunch of people running around in blue and yellow spandex, but the whole story of X-Men, ever since it began, is telling a story about racism, and that how even though they may look different they are still human on the inside.  And look at when Superman died, he came back and kicked some ass.  I think that says, that even when you think your down for the count you just have to get back up and keep on coming and don’t give up; don’t be a quitter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Youngblood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863005-111211210623453414?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/111211210623453414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=111211210623453414&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/111211210623453414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/111211210623453414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2005/03/proper-reading-material.html' title='Proper reading material'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-111202062391658714</id><published>2005-03-28T08:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T08:37:03.923-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Youngblood at the Movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;As you may already know from previous a previous &lt;a href="%3Cspan" style=""&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2005/02/prequels-sequels-and-other-and-other.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;, I really don’t like &lt;i&gt;Star Wars Episode II: Attack of the Clones&lt;/i&gt;, and I love to hate on this movie, but I figured I should give it a fair chance.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ll give it a good look and point out any good points it has and its bad points in a fair way, instead of just unleashing my rage upon it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So here it is:&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;As far as I see it, the good points are few and far between with this one.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One good point is the cast.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Natalie Portman, Ewan McGregor, and Samuel L. Jackson were great, just because of who they are.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They’d be good in anything.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Their performances have never let me down (Sammy J. is so cool it hurts).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But the cast can also be a downside as well.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sure, it’s a good idea to get an unknown to play a huge role, like Anakin Skywalker, and help launch a young career, but there are unknowns who can act a lot better than Hayden Christensen.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His performance was just plain bad!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For a role as coveted as the Dark Lord of the Sith and that has such high expectations, there should have been some better acting.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;As much as everyone loved Yoda’s fight scene, I didn’t.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hated it, and I’m just going to leave it at that, because I’m just going to end up getting angry.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I also didn’t like the whole: Jango and Boba Fett thing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They tried to make it seem like it gives some insight into the character of Boba Fett, but it doesn’t.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s simply cashing in on a popular character.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Think about it, for a character who could have been replaced by anyone, they sure have made a lot of money off it, through clothing, toys and video games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;It also didn’t feel like a &lt;i&gt;Star Wars &lt;/i&gt;movie to me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All of the other ones worked on a system: they had an introduction that would last about 45 minutes (e.g. Battle of Hoth, the rescue of Han Solo), then it would break into the main story, and end with a battle sequence of some kind.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This had nothing of the sort, at least that I could discern. Yeah there was a battle sequence, but it seemed like the rest was just a jumble of that intro and main story.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It just didn’t feel right for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Now it seems to me a there’s a rather large plot hole that I must address.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now granted the next movie might explain it, but I’ve done a lot of thinking about it and I can’t see a way around it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In the original &lt;i&gt;Star Wars,&lt;/i&gt; C3P0 and R2-D2 are sold by the Jawa’s to Owen and Beru Lars, Luke Skywalker’s aunt and uncle who live on the planet Tatooine.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;C3PO mentions that working on a moisture farm was his first job.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Skip to &lt;i&gt;Attack of the Clones&lt;/i&gt;: Anakin and Padme go to Tatooine to find Anakin’s mother.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They go to the farm were she and her new husband live to find her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She’s not there but C3PO is working at his first job on a moisture farm, and working for Anakin’s step-father who has a son named Owen Lars and his wife’s is Beru.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then a couple years down the road the driod’s cross paths with Owen and Beru again when the Jawas sell C3PO and R2-D2 back to them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now here’s where things get fishy: wouldn’t they remember this driod?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ok, so what if they didn’t, wouldn’t C3PO remember them, or recognize where he is, or the name Skywalker?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He did leave Tatooine with Anakin, Padme, and R2.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And would he not have heard of Obi Wan Kenobi?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Surely he must have had to considering that he was around during the Clone Wars.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Obi Wan was a high ranking general.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Okay, you might make the prediction that he had his memory erased, but if he did it still wouldn’t account for the fact that he remembers his first job or the Clone Wars.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s a pretty big plot hole, and it’s gonna take Lucas a lot to fill it in.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(If he even bothers to do it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I think I covered about everything I wanted to say today, and if I missed something I’ll just let it go.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As much as I didn’t like this movie and the one before it wasn’t much better (but it was better.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t care what anybody says), I still say BRING ON EPISODE III!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lets end this bitch already.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s been damn near 30 years I think it’s about time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I am giving &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Star Wars Episode II: Attack of the Clones&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;þ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1/2 out of 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Youngblood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863005-111202062391658714?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/111202062391658714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=111202062391658714&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/111202062391658714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/111202062391658714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2005/03/youngblood-at-movies_28.html' title='Youngblood at the Movies'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-111176494489858041</id><published>2005-03-25T09:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T09:35:44.900-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a little something</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ha!  I tricked you all.  I am posting today, just to give you an &lt;a href="http://www.rollingstone.com/news/story/_/id/7092355?rnd=1111624421268&amp;has-player=true&amp;amp;version=6.0.12.1040"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; I found written by Johnny Depp about Hunter S. Thompson.  Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Youngblood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/9863005-111176494489858041?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/111176494489858041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=111176494489858041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/111176494489858041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/111176494489858041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2005/03/just-little-something.html' title='Just a little something'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-111167955366980938</id><published>2005-03-24T09:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T09:54:16.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The New World Order</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I’ll give you a heads up on tomorrows post: there won’t be one, that’s right there won’t be one.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I just don’t think I’ll be able to do one, because I’ll be traveling back to Kamsack and whatnot for most of the day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sorry, but I do already have a new movie review ready for Monday and it’ll be a good long read (as far as blog posts go).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And also, from now to the end of April I’ll probably miss a few days here and there without warning due to finals, essays, and various other projects that need to get done, and I will have to move at the end of April.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But fear not, come May I will be back to my usual ways and posting every weekday like usual.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But until then, I give you today’s post: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A great mind once said, “white males are utterly useless.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We’ve had our time to prove to the world that we are good leaders and we screwed up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think it’s time to let someone else give it a shot.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s true.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Look at the “great” white leader we’ve had: Hitler (nope), Napoleon (think again), George Bush (either one sucked).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sure you have good ones like Churchill, Trudeau and JFK in there, but even still, it’s time someone else got a chance.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But if the white men don’t rule the world, who will?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We’ve done it for so long.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Who should take over?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ll tell you who: Black Women! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That’s right I said it, all black women ages 30 and up should get a seat of power somewhere in the world. It doesn’t matter if they’re even from that country or not. Just give it too them. Think about it: as far as the western world is concerned they’re the most shit out of luck. Black people still get shit on, and women are still fighting for equal rights. That’s a double whammy! So lets just give them some power.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I think it’d be fun.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Diana Ross could be the dictator of some Eastern European country.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We could have The Right Honorable Halley Berry, Prime Minister Winfrey, and QUEEN LATIFAH!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not only would they have some good ideas, I bet they know how to have a good time too.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They’ll know how to work hard and play hard.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We’ll even make up positions for them to fill.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Condolezza Rice can be “The Minister of Getting Horsewhipped”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;If they run out of black women to fill positions, bring on the black men.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;First up: Chris Rock and Al Sharpton.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After the black men we’ll work our way through every ethnicity until we come back to white men, and if they’re still around at the time, our representatives will be George Carlin, John Stewart, and just for kicks Adam West! (why the hell not?!)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Call me crazy but that’s a world that I can’t wait to live in.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And maybe, just MAYBE, if we run through white men one more time, MAYBE we’ll let Micheal Jackson and his race of freaks take a stab at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Youngblood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863005-111167955366980938?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/111167955366980938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=111167955366980938&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/111167955366980938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/111167955366980938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2005/03/new-world-order.html' title='The New World Order'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-111155982688110786</id><published>2005-03-23T00:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T00:37:06.886-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What would you chose?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;Yesterday I stumbled across an &lt;a href="http://fametracker.com/celebrity_vs_thing/zeta_jones_vs_bagels.shtml"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; which pitted Catherine Zeta-Jones against bagels.  The article asked the question: what would you rather live without Catherine Zeta-Jones or bagels?  So I asked myself a similar question: what would I rather live without, oxygen or &lt;i&gt;Degrassi&lt;/i&gt; (in any incarnation take your pick)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;The answer is simple.  Oxygen.  Duh!  Now I know your all shaking your heads, thinking “what a fucking douche”, but hear me out.  The way the question stated implies that I could still live without oxygen I just wouldn't have any.  I wouldn’t need to breathe oxygen, because I could live without it.  If I could live without oxygen I would have no use for it anyway, so why the hell not?  And I’d rather die than not have Joey and Caitlin around anymore…wait a minute…Caitlin left the new show…so now I’m stuck with just Joey? DAMMIT!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;Seriously though, what is everyone’s beef with this show?  I don’t get it, how people can bad mouth it and so many of them don’t even give it a chance.(I’m only allowed to do things like that)  It’s one of the most critically acclaimed shows ever made (the originals that is).  It deals with real issues, unlike pretty much every other teen oriented show.  They talk about things that actual people can relate to.  Seriously, how many people can relate to &lt;i&gt;Dawson’s Creek&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;The O.C.&lt;/i&gt;, and then look at how many people can relate to &lt;i&gt;Degrassi&lt;/i&gt;?  Yeah, all those crazy rich kids in Orange County, it’s so like our lives.  But that &lt;i&gt;Degrassi&lt;/i&gt;, oh that’s so fake, who can relate to teen pregnancy or someone’s parents dieing in a car accident?  That’s just too far fetched for me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;Sure &lt;i&gt;Degrassi Junior High &lt;/i&gt;or &lt;i&gt;Degrassi High&lt;/i&gt; had some pretty bad acting. Most of those kids had no prior acting experience though. Now that &lt;i&gt;Degrassi: The Next Generation&lt;/i&gt; has been on for a few years now, it still isn’t getting the respect it deserves from so many people that won’t give it a chance. Granted, I was one of those people in the beginning, but I just didn’t like the idea of a new &lt;i&gt;Degrassi &lt;/i&gt;(as Kevin Smith put it: why fuck with perfection?).  But it has proven itself and I think it’s better acted and (dare I say it) an all around better show than any of its predecessors.  I guess it’s just too real for a most people, that’s honestly what I think.  I guess most people would rather live in the fantasy world that is Orange County, or get caught up in the drama going on down at Dawson’s Creek than watch quality programming with a more real life, down to earth feel to it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-US"&gt;P.S. I realize the &lt;i&gt;Dawson’s Creek&lt;/i&gt; reference is a little outdated, but c’mon work with me here.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;" lang="EN-US"&gt;Youngblood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863005-111155982688110786?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/111155982688110786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=111155982688110786&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/111155982688110786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/111155982688110786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2005/03/what-would-you-chose_111155982688110786.html' title='What would you chose?...'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-111147609976454885</id><published>2005-03-22T07:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T01:21:39.770-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for a brain fart...oh that felt soooo good</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;They other day while in the middle of a brain fart I had a revelation!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s nothing too important but it’s kind of interesting I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Legend has it that after the second season &lt;i&gt;Star Trek&lt;/i&gt; Nichelle Nichols, who played Lt. Uhura, was thinking about quitting the show.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She was unhappy about her part and wages and whatnot, until she ran into one particular man at a party, Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Turns out that the good doctor was a &lt;i&gt;Star Trek&lt;/i&gt; fan, and was quite distressed to hear of her plans and convinced her to stay on the show.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He told her that not only was she a major character on a popular series, but she was also the 4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; ranking officer on the Starship Enterprise.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He loved the idea that an African American woman outranked so many other crewmen.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The ranks went Kirk, then Spock, Scotty and finally Uhura.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He told her that it was something to be proud of, and as we all know she stayed on the show and the rest is history.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;While I think this is a fantastic story there’s something else to it that good ol’Martin there failed to mention it, and this is where my revelation comes in.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not only is it cool that she out ranks all these other men and women, but look who else was on the bridge.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;First of all, they wouldn’t have picked some guy that wanders the halls to be in line for command right?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They would have picked someone else who was on the bridge.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And what other main characters were on the bridge?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Chekov and Sulu!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So this African American woman didn’t just out rank a bunch of guys that would never get to sit in the captains chair, she outranked a couple of commies!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Remember that the show was made during the Cold War.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Could Gene Roddenberry have been saying that, even though women and African Americans were the more oppressed groups fighting for their rights, they still were better than a couple of commie bastards?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t know.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I just thought that that was kind of neat, so I figured I’d share it with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;" lang="EN-US"&gt;Youngblood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863005-111147609976454885?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/111147609976454885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=111147609976454885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/111147609976454885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/111147609976454885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2005/03/time-for-brain-fartoh-that-felt-soooo.html' title='Time for a brain fart...oh that felt soooo good'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-111141574277626802</id><published>2005-03-21T08:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T08:35:42.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My new thang: Thirteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I’ve come up with a new way to waste space on the web.  I’m gonna throw you folks some movie reviews.  Move over Roger Ebert, I’m the new critic in town. (that’s right I said it)  I don’t know how often I’ll review something, but hey it’ll be easier than writing essays about immigrants.  Am I right?  And in the end I’ll rate it using some random webding.  So hold onto your hairpieces, cause here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this weekend I watched the movie Thirteen starring Evan Rachel Wood, Nikki Reed, and Holly Hunter (and she even talks in this one).  Fantastic piece of filmmaking that was!  What was even more fantastic, I thought was the writing though.  I don’t care what anyone says, it seemed very real to me.  I was quite happy to discover that Evan Rachel Wood and Holy Hunter were both nominated for a whole pile of awards for their performances (such as Golden Globes, Oscars and a whole bunch of others) and won a few of them (much deserved I say).  And the writing and directing also won a few a wards as well, so good on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven’t seen it: it’s the story of, Tracy, a girl 13 year old girl who, in the beginning was a nice, normal 13 year old girl who gets good grades and what not, then she starts hanging out with the older cooler girls and things all go down hill from there.  She looses all her old friends, starts doing drugs, shoplifting and all those good things as well as breaking apart her once close relationship with her mother.  Now you might see this plot as being a normal based-toward-teen-girl-audience, and that’s kind of what I expected, but as I was watching it I started to see things that I had seen happen to other girls, granted they were a little older than 13 at the time but you still get the message.  You really get the message that, this once innocent girl’s life, has gone to absolute shit just to be cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the reason why it was written so well is because Nikki Reed, the writer, wrote it about what her life was like at that age.  On top of writing it, she also co-stars in the movie as, Evie, the cool girl whom Tracy forms a bond with.  How can she do such a thing you ask?  Write the film as well as co-star as a 16 year old girl no less.  Your also probably wondering right now what difference does that make?  Lots of writers do that.  They take personal experience and make it into an epic tale.  While that’s true, you should know that she was 16 when the movie came out so all that life experience was quite fresh in her mind still.  Pretty amazing I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So rent it, download it or whatever.  I highly recommend it.  I’m giving it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;éééé&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;out of 5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Youngblood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863005-111141574277626802?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/111141574277626802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=111141574277626802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/111141574277626802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/111141574277626802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-new-thang-thirteen.html' title='My new thang: Thirteen'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-111117971113210641</id><published>2005-03-18T13:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T15:01:51.150-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's time for history class kids...youngblood style</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Damn I love this country we call Canada!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And it pisses me off that the US has to be such a baby about this whole missile defense shit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s childish: “Oh, you don’t want to play missile defense with me?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Fine you can’t bring your beef over to my house anymore…and we’re not friends anymore”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s childish shit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And I don't care what anyone says I'll always love this country no matter where I end up.  And as much as the rest of the country rags on Saskatchewan, I still enjoy it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As far as I see it the rest of the country can kiss my ass.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s full of diverse cultures and an even more diverse climate.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m proud to say I’m from Saskatchewan.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s played a part in shaping who I am today.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But the history of the province isn’t the most incredible.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s been made out to be seen as this wondrous land, where the prairie settlers came and brought Canada into the 20&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; century.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;While it is true that the settlers did help in doing so, it still doesn’t mean that they were great people.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was because of them that the dark side of prairie society came out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Now we all know about how about the Metis rebellions, and how the government made unfair treaties with the First Nations, so let's put that aside for now because that’s a whole other mess that I’m not touching (mainly for lack of time and knowledge about the subjects).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lets just talk right now about immigration to Canada following confederation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;This dark side I speak of dates back to when Saskatchewan was still part of the Northwest Territories.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Canada was thought of as this new, incredible world where people would be free to get a fresh start; that is if you were a white, Anglo-Saxon Protestant (WASP).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So good ol’ John A. brings over these WASP’s because they were the desired culture for this new British Empire and could all be assimilated quite easily into British-Canadian life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;These people consisted mainly of British and German’s.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But Once Laurier came into power in 1896 things changed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Suddenly Laurier’s government was letting people come from countries, which prior to this time were not “preferred”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Once they were there for three years they could take the oath of citizenship and be full Canadians.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sounds good right?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well not all wanted to take the oath, and that’s where things get a little dark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;One such group known as the Doukhobors, who fled oppression in Russia, didn’t want to take the oath.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They were pacifists, and if they took the oath they feared having to do military service.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Makes sense doesn’t it?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well not if you’re trying to assimilate them into your society.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So the Doukobors held a protest against the government by stripping down and starting to walk to Winnipeg.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well people didn’t like that very much and with that, along with the conservatives fear that all the immigrants would vote liberal (because it was the liberals that brought them over), there was an outcry for restrictions on immigration.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;These crazy pacifist/nudist/anarchists were ruining the British way of life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So after that everything under the sun was blamed on the immigrants.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Prostitution: immigrants.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Drinking: immigrants.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Gambling: immigrants.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They couldn’t do anything right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Then war decides to breaks out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Great, just what the immigrants needed, more reasons to be shit on.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The night war was declared there was a man almost beaten to death just because he looked German.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He was British, but he looked German so a mob beat the shit out of him, and when he ran to the cops they didn’t care (happened right here in good ol’Reginatown).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Also, now all people of enemy alien birth were now spies as well.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They lived in Canada for 10 years but they were German spies.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Makes sense doesn’t?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How could it not?!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Plus you know..they lost all their rights too. &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;So the war ends and things start to look like people might take it easy on the immigrants.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ya right!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was expected that soldiers would be able to return from war and pick up where they left off.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Just one problem: someone had to do their jobs, and women did fill in, but the immigrants took quite a few of them too.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So when the soldiers came back who got fired if a soldier needed a job?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The immigrant of course.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So then unions start up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Who gets blamed for them immigrants.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They were apparently all Bolsheviks plotting a communist take over of the country.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They were also blamed in the 1920’s for poor economy when in reality facts prove that the economy was getting better.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;So really the immigrant got shit on and lied to.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They couldn’t come to Canada to live their lives just as they did before.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They were expected to assimilate and be Canadian by these stupid white men, and when they didn’t they got blamed for everything.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then in the mid 1920’s the KKK decided to roll into town, and that’s a whole other story that really makes these stupid white men look even stupider, but that will have to wait for another day while in the meantime I’ll turn this into an essay for history class. (Wow!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Believe it or not, I actually learned something this semester)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863005-111117971113210641?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/111117971113210641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=111117971113210641&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/111117971113210641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/111117971113210641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2005/03/its-time-for-history-class.html' title='It&apos;s time for history class kids...youngblood style'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-111110850265312138</id><published>2005-03-17T19:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T19:15:02.656-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Oh what to talk about...maybe...umm....I got nothing...sorry.  I even already talked about having nothing to talk about, so I can't do that again, can I?  Nope.  And I refused to talk about my day or what I've been doing lately.  So I'm taing the day off.  That's right I said it, I'm taking the day off.  And maybe tomorrow too...probably not...we'll see.  Sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Youngblood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863005-111110850265312138?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/111110850265312138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=111110850265312138&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/111110850265312138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/111110850265312138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2005/03/oh-what-to-talk-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-111101374151459858</id><published>2005-03-16T16:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T17:13:24.126-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't worry about stupid people</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"  class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I recieved a comment recently that asked me to write about stupid people. But if you think about it, I write about stupid people all the time., the thing is, I don't adress them as stupid people. I simply break all the stupid people into separate groups. The stupid people aren't what we have to look out for. They aren't hiding. Finding a stupid person isn't like finding a needle in a hay stack, it's more like finding a green M&amp;M in a bowl of brown ones. What we really have to look out for are the crazy people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy seems to be a hot commodity these days.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Has the stock of crazy gone up or something, because it seems to me that crazy people are everywhere.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They’re unavoidable.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Chances are you run into a crazy person 2 maybe 3 times a day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hell, people have told me I’m nuts, and your reading my blog.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What other proof do you need? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I think that you can’t just group all crazy people together.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s like grouping all kinds of fish together.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There are too many kinds to call them all just fish.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The same goes with crazy people.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Granted there aren’t as many types of crazy as there are fish but I think you get my point.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So where do you start dividing up the crazies?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well that’s a good question.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;First thing you want to do is determine what makes them crazy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt; &lt;ul  style="margin-top: 0cm; font-family: arial; text-align: justify;font-family:arial;" type="disc"&gt; &lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;You have to immediately separate      the people who are crazy in a “let’s party hard” kind of “fun crazy”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They don’t count.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So after that you have your genuine      crazy folk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;You still have to do some more      spitting.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Take the crazies that are the “let’s go kill people” crazy or the “I talk to trees and I’m married to a goat” crazy and throw them into a group I like to call “asylum friendly” crazy people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;You also have to separate the people who have been told by doctors that they are schizophrenics, kleptomaniacs, and whatnot.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They      aren’t “asylum friendly” but they have an excuse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;What’s left, after all these divisions, are the people who walk among us. They are ones who look “normal”. They “don’t know that they’re crazy”, and all the rest of us are like that kid from &lt;i&gt;The 6&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; Sense&lt;/i&gt;. You’d never guess it just by looking at them, but deep inside they’ve got some crazy in them and it’s just waiting to get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;These are the people to fear and watch out for, not the stupid people. If a stupid person is pissing you off all you have to do is tell them to fuck off, they'll get the hint. But you tell a crazy person to fuck off and they say "you don't mean that", or "why" or "what do you mean fuck off". They either won't leave you alone or come back and kill you because you pushed them over the edge, and that can get annoying. They worst is if you get two crazies in the same room and you tell them both to fuck off. Then what you've got on your hands is a clusterfuck of crazy. It's like when the green Hulk and the grey Hulk combined to make The New Increadible Hulk. Chaos! Utter Chaos!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So take the knowledge I have given you today with you in your travels and keep a watchful eye out for those crazies, because you never know when one is lingering behind a corner or secretly plotting your doom(hell, maybe its not even a secret and they're doing it out in the open and no ones taking them seriously).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Youngblood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863005-111101374151459858?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/111101374151459858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=111101374151459858&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/111101374151459858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/111101374151459858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2005/03/dont-worry-about-stupid-people.html' title='Don&apos;t worry about stupid people'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-111090656352037421</id><published>2005-03-15T10:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T11:09:23.523-06:00</updated><title type='text'>On Bullshit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I've been criticized for being a fan of  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;The Daily Show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;.  Not because of its political stance on issues, but just because alot of people don't think its funny.  Last night I was watching it dawned on me why I love this show sooooo much.  The guest last night was a professor who had just released a new book.  Sounds kind of boring doesn't it?  Think again.  The book was called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;On Bullshit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;.  It was a 200+ pages book all about the study of bullshit and the people who tell it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The fact that someone has taken the time to write a book on bullshit is fantastic.  I'm actually supprised that I never wrote a post about it.  The point I'm trying to make here is that...well I don't know what my point is...I guess I just wanted to say that I love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;The Daily Show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;...and oh yeah, last nights show is exactly why I do.  It has such wonkey topics and they're right up my alley.  And sure they make alot of jokes, but they do ask questions that no other news show does.  Most other news shows just report on the news.  The fact that they poke fun at the news means that they actually have to pay attention to whats actually going on.  Anyone can just go on T.V. and tell the world what happened that day, but to make fun of the world the way they do takes real talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Youngblood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/9863005-111090656352037421?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/111090656352037421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=111090656352037421&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/111090656352037421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/111090656352037421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2005/03/on-bullshit.html' title='On Bullshit'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-111082337982398243</id><published>2005-03-14T11:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T12:11:39.806-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One of these things is just like the other</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;About a week ago a friend of mine said "I shouldn't have went to film school, I should have went to movie school".  I feel the same way quite often. But then I thought about what he said, and what's the diffenece between a film and a movie.  Where did this division come from? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm sick of hearing people say, "it's more of a film than a movie".  They're the same damn thing! By calling it a film are you implying that it's more artsy?  Oh you are...well I don't care!  Why is it that if something is refered to as a film it's more intellectual, and high brow than a movie?  They're the same thing! It's not like we're talking about apples and oranges, it's apples and apples!  What makes a film a film, and a movie a movie?  They're both shot on film.  I could see if one was shot on video maybe. But even music videos are shot on film. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So what I'm saying is that all movies are films and all films are movies.  Everything that's shot on film, is a film or a movie.  Call them what you will they're the same thing.  And if films and movies weren't one in the same then in films there would be no movement, just still shots, because lets not forget what the term movie implies: movement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So call them whatever you want. Just don't think that there's any difference between movies and films because there isn't. Personally I like the term movies better, because the majority of what people consider "films", I also like to call "boring as shit".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(now lets just hope that any of this rant actually makes sense to someone besides me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Youngblood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/9863005-111082337982398243?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/111082337982398243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=111082337982398243&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/111082337982398243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/111082337982398243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2005/03/one-of-these-things-is-just-like-other.html' title='One of these things is just like the other'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-111057173045046490</id><published>2005-03-11T14:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T14:10:21.330-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking up space on the web</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;Just to take up space, here's a few random things I thought of this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;ul style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt; &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I like the word bum…I think it’s hip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;If a tree falls in the forest and no one’s around to hear it,      did the animals it crushed make a sound?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Snow isn’t cold, unless it’s cold out, and if it’s not cold out      it’s warm/hot.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If it’s warm/hot      out then the snow melts and becomes water.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If it’s warm/hot out then that water becomes warm, so in      turn that means that snow is warm.&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;(try argue with that logic, I dare you)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Poo is definitely not as funny a word as poop.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Never and was never will be!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I don’t care what anyone says Christian rock IS inspirational.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It inspires me to vomit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;How can you have a special edition DVD when it’s the first edition to come out?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There was no normal edition.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What’s so special about it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;I'll be back monday with a real post...I promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Youngblood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863005-111057173045046490?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/111057173045046490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=111057173045046490&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/111057173045046490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/111057173045046490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2005/03/taking-up-space-on-web.html' title='Taking up space on the web'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-111049003817762934</id><published>2005-03-10T15:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T16:06:31.223-06:00</updated><title type='text'>That guy from that show based in the 70's....you know the one I'm talking about</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;What’s the deal with Ashton Kutcher?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ya sure he’s funny on &lt;i&gt;That 70’s Show&lt;/i&gt;, But I’m kind of getting sick of the guy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When is he going to stop hiding peoples cars and laughing at them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The joke is dead.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ya, I get it, people get pissed off when your take their shit, even celebrities.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Give it up!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And what’s with the whole “punk’d” thing anyway?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Is he trying to get it in the dictionary?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 36pt; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Punk’d&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;(adj.) To have your car or other belongings stolen while Kelso laughs at you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;What’s with the whole apostrophe thing?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Is the word cooler because there’s no e?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And is he ever going to get busted for grand theft auto?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think it’s only right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;And what’s the deal with him making the trucker hat cool?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Truckers and farmers have been wearing them for years.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was already an established fashion of sorts.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But this fucking clownshoes comes along and wears it once and suddenly you can buy a John Deer hat at the Gap for $30.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And ya since then I have bought a trucker hat but it was 25¢ at a garage sale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;I guess I just don’t understand celebrities and the star system.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;But one thing I do understand is that if I’m ever, even quasi-famous and I wear something that was made 20 years before, I can start a trend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;BRING BACK THE FLANEL JACKETS!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Youngblood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863005-111049003817762934?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/111049003817762934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=111049003817762934&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/111049003817762934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/111049003817762934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2005/03/that-guy-from-that-show-based-in.html' title='That guy from that show based in the 70&apos;s....you know the one I&apos;m talking about'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-111037910963142005</id><published>2005-03-09T08:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T08:38:29.640-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Out with the new, in with the old</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;So the other day I’m in Value Village and I spot &lt;i&gt;Ice Hockey&lt;/i&gt; for the NES.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now, I have gone on an excruciatingly long quest to find this game.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When I saw it in that box full of other crappy games, it took all the energy in my body to stop me from giggling like a little girl.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I now could take control of the fat guy, skinny guy or the middle guy and have some incredible 8-bit fun.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So there I was with the game that I strived so hard to obtain; I went home, tossed it in and started to play, what would be a glorious game of &lt;i&gt;Ice Hockey&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;This game is so simple, yet it is so much fun.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This game proves that you don’t need 128-bit graphics to have fun playing video games.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Just because you can’t design every aspect of the game and customize options and whatever, doesn’t mean it’s not good.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hell, they didn’t even give Canada red jerseys or even white ones.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But those things don’t matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;What matters is the simple fun you can have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;To close, I’ll give you a link that shows that you don’t even need to play the games to have fun with them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So here it is, check &lt;a href="http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/video/nintendo.php"&gt;it&lt;/a&gt; out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Youngblood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863005-111037910963142005?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/111037910963142005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=111037910963142005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/111037910963142005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/111037910963142005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2005/03/out-with-new-in-with-old.html' title='Out with the new, in with the old'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-111029510435228979</id><published>2005-03-08T09:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T09:26:04.916-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bus Drivers</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Fuck, bus drivers piss me off!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m at the bus stop yesterday, sitting there on the bench, as clear as day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I see the bus coming, and before he even gets to the intersection, before the stop, I get up and start walking towards the stop.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What does he do?!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nothing, except blow right past me, and I see some of the people on the bus looking at me and probably thinking, “Uh hey there’s a guy there”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I had to wait another half an hour for the next bus.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Am I a ghost or something?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Can no one see me except a small boy? (It would explain why the elevator door closed into me the other day)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;But seriously, what is with these people?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I realize that having to deal with weirdo’s all day probably gets to you, but suck it up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s part of the job.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then there are those ones who act like they’re the most important people in the world.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They talk to the people getting on like they’re the law or something; like their shit don’t stink.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well if you’re so advanced and better than everyone, why the fuck can’t you show up on time?!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div face="arial" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Now I want you all to realize that I am talking about city bus drivers only.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;School bus drivers are a totally different thing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;School bus drivers have real shit to deal with.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They’re in charge of the youth of the nation for the duration of their ride to school.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’s responsibility.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Plus they get to know the kids they’re taking back and forth every day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;City bus drivers don’t give a shit about who’s on their bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;And another thing: school bus drivers don’t have to deal with this “I’m a dime short of fare” shit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m sure they’d take that any day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They have do deal with the, “Hey you little bastard!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Quit throwing rotten apple cores”, kind of shit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’ll get to you more than any weirdo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I have a lot to thank my bus driver for.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When I was little, I thought he was so mean.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He wouldn’t let us walk around or eat on the bus; he was pure evil I tell you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Actually, he was just being responsible.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s largely because of him that I grew up the way I am.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He did more to stop me from acting like a little bastard than any teacher did.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So even though he’s probably never going to read this, I say: thanks Al for stopping me from becoming the shithead that I could have been, and not the nerd that I am today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Youngblood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863005-111029510435228979?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/111029510435228979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=111029510435228979&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/111029510435228979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/111029510435228979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2005/03/bus-drivers.html' title='Bus Drivers'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-111020906596727958</id><published>2005-03-07T09:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T09:25:19.813-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A real post</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;First off I’d like to apologize for Friday’s ever so shitty post…but seriously…go see that movie.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anyway…. &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;They say that curiosity killed the cat.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How do they know?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Was there an investigation?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Personally I don’t think there was, so I’ve decided to take it upon myself to find out who in fact killed that cat.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ve been told that it’s actually just a figure of speech, but to those that tell me such hogwash I say FUCK YOU JERKOFF!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’s right I said it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And if that cat did die under those circumstances then I guess I’m next…if I was a cat…or does it apply to everyone?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Has someone checked?…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Now I know what you’re all thinking: when’s he going to get to the fucking point.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And I will.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Riiiigggghhhhhhhtttt……..NOW!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Human curiosity.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s a natural thing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I came to this realization while cutting open a toothpaste tube.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was perplexed by just how they get it in there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was saddened to learn nothing (also the fact that I felt the need to cut it open is pretty sad too).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now this whole “cat” theory makes one think of foul play; that curiosity is a bad thing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ok now I’ll admit some things you just shouldn’t be curious about or at least don’t pursue those curiosities.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Things like, what would happen if, oh I don’t know, an atomic bomb was dropped on a city…yeah not good.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But things like:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Hey I wonder if we can cure this cancer thing?”, let’s keep those ones around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;So why all this hostility towards curiosity?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What’s with the cat metaphors?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Who started this hostility?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How can we stop it?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How much longer can it go on?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How many more questions will I ask?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Who really gives a shit about what I’m saying? (Not many I figure, and I only asked 1 more question.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’s 2 out of 7…not bad) Like I said human curiosity is a natural thing, it can’t be stopped. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The fact is no one’s going to stop wondering about JFK’s assassination any time soon, or that whole Caramilk deal.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So now when some one asks what you think about JFK assassination, just say, “Who cares, we’ll never know”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I guess you could say that I’m just curious about curiosity…and how the hell they get the toothpaste into the tube.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Youngblood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863005-111020906596727958?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/111020906596727958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=111020906596727958&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/111020906596727958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/111020906596727958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2005/03/real-post.html' title='A real post'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-110994848079206658</id><published>2005-03-04T08:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T09:01:20.793-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Check this out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I don't have a whole hell of a lot to say today, so I'll say this: If you want to watch a good movie that just came out on DVD check out &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Heart Huckabee's&lt;/span&gt;.  It's funny, well written, and has a stellar cast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Youngblood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863005-110994848079206658?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/110994848079206658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=110994848079206658&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/110994848079206658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/110994848079206658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2005/03/check-this-out.html' title='Check this out'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-110988200421077079</id><published>2005-03-03T14:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T10:42:47.063-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Rich, and Quick!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They say that money is the root of all evil.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It’s true, but what is it that makes it evil.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;People tend to spend all their money on trying to get more money.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Casino’s, VLT’s, the lottery.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I say screw the lottery; hunt Leprechauns. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY: arial; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Those wily little bastards have been dodging us for years.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;You ever meet someone who’s caught one?&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Didn’t think so.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So there’s got to be an abundance of them kicking around.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;What you’ve got to do is get a team together and go hunting.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;You won’t even need any big equipment.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Guns won’t work; all you need is a butterfly net, because lets face it: they’re no good to you dead.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And don’t just go to the end of the rainbow.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;There’s nothing there but a leprechaun with an AK47 laughing his ass off because you fell right into his trap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY: arial; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So now I send you out into the wilderness with your butterfly nets and the knowledge that because I gave you this idea, I get 10% of the cut right off the top.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Youngblood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863005-110988200421077079?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/110988200421077079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=110988200421077079&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/110988200421077079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/110988200421077079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2005/03/get-rich-and-quick_03.html' title='Get Rich, and Quick!'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-110979139249536250</id><published>2005-03-02T13:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T13:23:12.500-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Different is the new mainstream</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;If you haven’t noticed yet, there’s a lot of people who piss me off.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Don’t worry, chances are you’ll get your turn one day, but today I’m going after a group who has been bugging me for a long while now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;These people of course are the ones who always strive to be different than everyone else.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The people who have made it a hobby to try and stand out amongst the rest of society.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And I don’t mean someone who’s dyed their hair blue or something.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m talking about the ones that, if they see someone else dressed remotely like them they go home and change, or change their whole wardrobe for that matter, just for the sake of standing out and being different.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why can’t you just be yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Now I know what some of you are thinking: Maybe that is who they really are; maybe by doing that they are being themselves.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To that I say: Okay maybe.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But if they were being themselves then why are they always changing to be the opposite of what’s in the mainstream or what’s “cool”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If they have their own style and then something that they wear comes into the mainstream, they automatically change.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why?!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh Why I ask you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Now I’m not necessarily saying that it’s a bad thing to want to stand out, but the fact that there are so many people now that do it kind of defeats the purpose of what they are trying to do.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The fact that so many people are kind of slowly bringing it into the mainstream itself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s becoming common for people to strive to be different.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So what happens when everyone starts dressing like these people?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well then these people who are striving to be different will have to do the opposite of what every one else is doing and dress like everyone else used to.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then what happens?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We’re back at square one that’s what, and this whole thing starts over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I dunno maybe it’s just me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Youngblood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863005-110979139249536250?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/110979139249536250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=110979139249536250&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/110979139249536250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/110979139249536250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2005/03/different-is-new-mainstream.html' title='Different is the new mainstream'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-110971541161214602</id><published>2005-03-01T16:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T16:16:51.616-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's great mysteries</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Show of hands: who thinks that the sasquatch exists?  Ok, now who thinks that there’s intelligent life on other planets?  Alright, now who believes in ghosts (and I don’t man Patrick Swayze)?  The results are kind of what I figured they’d be.  Personally I do think that life exists on other planets; I do believe in ghosts (just look at the house I grew up in and you’ll know why); but the whole sasquatch business is what I’m not convinced about.  I think it’s just some hairy guy.  If you don’t think a guy can be that hairy just watch some of those late night infomercials.  But those infomercials also prove that, that hair can be easily removed.  Think about it: the only proof is that old footage of it stepping over a log, then no one saw it ever again.  You know why?  Because it shaved that’s why!  Everyone’s looking around all these islands for some big hairy monster, but time and time again all they keep finding is some tall clean-shaven motherfucker.  That was its plan all along: grow a lot of hair then when you get spotted shave it off and laugh at all those conspiracy nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What really bothers me though is this whole Loch Ness Monster thing.  How hard could it be to find it?  It’s in a lake; they know which lake it is, just search underwater!  Get some scuba gear, maybe a submarine!  You should be able to spot the damn thing if it’s as big as they say it is.  Quit just standing on shore with binoculars and go for a swim!  Are they afraid of being eaten by the damn thing?  Bunch of morons they are.  All these “scientists” that are spending all this time trying to find this stupid thing should spend some time trying to solve life’s greatest mystery: Why the hell do they call him Silent Bob?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Youngblood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863005-110971541161214602?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/110971541161214602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=110971541161214602&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/110971541161214602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/110971541161214602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2005/03/lifes-great-mysteries.html' title='Life&apos;s great mysteries'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-110962091511672923</id><published>2005-02-28T13:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T14:01:55.120-06:00</updated><title type='text'>An Ideal Waste of Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So last night was Oscar night...woopie fucking ding!  I was happy that Clint got Best Director.  I haven't seen &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Million Dolllar Baby&lt;/span&gt; yet, but for some reason I just didn't want Scorsese to win.  We all knew that Jamie Foxx was going to get the Best Actor award.  As much as I wanted Johnny Depp to win, it was inevitable that Jamie Foxx would get it.  I have hope for the future though.  If Jeff Spicoli could finally get his Oscar then one day Edward Scissorhands will too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm waiting for the day when a comic book movie gets nominated for an Oscar, for something other than sound or visual effects.  Or maybe a sci-fi movie.  I think it's about time that more these films get more than MTV Movie awards.  Like, sure &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Lord of the Rings&lt;/span&gt; is a fantasy movie, but it still doesn't count.  It was obvious that it was going to rack up the awards once the trilogy was done.  But I want Tobey Maguire to give a stellar performance in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spiderman 3&lt;/span&gt;.  I want him to do something the academy can't ignore.  Then they will ignore it and I'll have even more to bitch about.  See, I have some long time plans for this whole thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;They should give Sam Raimi a Best Director nomination.  C'mon, the guy's doing great work.  As far as I'm concerned it's just as good as Peter Jackson did.  And you can't say that Jackson's better because he planned on doing all three movies and devoted his life to them, because Raimi knew he was going to do three movies from the start and it'll take him just as long to do all of them as it took for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Lord of the Rings&lt;/span&gt; to be made.(from pre-production of 1 to the release of 3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sadly Tobey and Sam won't get the recignition that they deserve.  I think it'll be a while until any film such as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spiderman&lt;/span&gt; or one that's just plain entertaining even gets a nomination for something other than special effects.  And I realize everyone already knows this already...but lets face the facts, it doesn't hurt to repeatedly bitch about things....and i had nothing better to talk about today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Youngblood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&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/9863005-110962091511672923?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/110962091511672923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=110962091511672923&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/110962091511672923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/110962091511672923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2005/02/ideal-waste-of-time.html' title='An Ideal Waste of Time'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-110935599256428205</id><published>2005-02-25T11:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T12:26:32.570-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy, where do henchmen come from?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Over the last few days I've been watching quite a few "action packed thrill rides", and one thing just doesn't sit right with me.  Where do they get these henchmen from?  Do they have to apply for these jobs?  Like, did Oddjob have to give Goldfinger a resumé?  How did he find out about the position?  Was there an add in the newspaper?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wanted&lt;/span&gt;: Henchman needed to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;protect diabolical genius bent &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;on world domination.  Must &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;have special killing talent.  For&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;more information call 555-5555 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;after 6 o'clock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Is that how these things work?  What made them want to become henchmen anyway?  When they were in school and the teacher asked them what they wanted to be when the grew up, they probabley didn't say, "I want to be a bodyguard for an evil warlord".  These are just some of the things that kind of get me about the whole henchman thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;What about the drones, like stormtroopers?  What did the empire do for them when they died?  I really don't think they had proper burials for them.   Hell, they didn't even give Spock a proper burial they just shot him into space.  Sure they said a few nice words about him, but do you really think that if that's all they did for Spock that they would do more for your average stormtrooper? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this time I would probably inquire about who builds the hideouts, but if you want an answer to that question just watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Clerks.  &lt;/span&gt;I could repeat the whole scene, but I really don't have that kind of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing: do you think these guys have unions?  There's enough of them, you'd think they'd at least try.  These evil leaders have to have some kind of respect for their workers trying to stand up for their rights.  I bet they at least have some kind of plan for glasses.  It makes sense, because these evil leaders wouldn't want their workers to screw up some plan for world domination just because they couldn't tell the difference between a 3 and an 8.  And besides these leaders must have some kind of compassion, it's not like they're Walmart or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&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/9863005-110935599256428205?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/110935599256428205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=110935599256428205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/110935599256428205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/110935599256428205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2005/02/mommy-where-do-henchmen-come-from.html' title='Mommy, where do henchmen come from?'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-110927149072359010</id><published>2005-02-24T12:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T13:05:47.820-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing to talk about</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;First off I'd like to let Schmutzie know that the animated &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Mr. Bean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; is on CBC, so go hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So here I am, back at the place I like to call "square one".  Believe it or not I have nothing to talk about today.  I don't even have anything small to fill in for a day, like Friday's answer to that whole egg dilemma.  I'm not taking this too hard though, it's not a tragedy that I have nothing to say, because tonight I'll probably end up writing a few entries like I usually do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;People always worry about not having anything to say.  Like if they're out with someone and they have nothing to talk about. What's up with that?  Like if they're on a date, and suddenly the conversation just stops.  People tend to be distressed by those situations.  I think it was put best in by Uma Thurman in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Pulp Fiction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, "you know you've found somebody special.  When you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably enjoy the silence."  Whether it's someone you're in a relationship with or just a buddy or whatever, ain't it the truth?  Why do you have to constantly be yammering away at someone, why can't you just shut the fuck up for a second?  What's wrong with that?  Sure, it's natural for people to want to be talking and be the center of attention, and have people listen to them no matter what stupid shit they have to say, but isn't it good sometimes just to listen to the silence rather than the sound of someone's voice?  I don't know maybe it's just me.  Or maybe it's me trying to make excuses for my poor conversation skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute...I found something to talk about today...so today wasn't a complete write off after all...but does this contradict my whole argument? I'm going to say no, and the rest of you can discuss it amongst yourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Youngblood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/9863005-110927149072359010?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/110927149072359010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=110927149072359010&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/110927149072359010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/110927149072359010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2005/02/nothing-to-talk-about.html' title='Nothing to talk about'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-110918298085191686</id><published>2005-02-23T12:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T12:23:00.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'>good old new stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;So I noticed that they are making new episodes of &lt;i&gt;Mr. Bean&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m pretty happy about this, because I always kind of liked the show.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What’s different this time around is that it’s a cartoon.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now I’m usually the type of guy that always says that the original better and the new version is crap but lately there have been a few shows that have proven me wrong.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This new &lt;i&gt;Mr. Bean &lt;/i&gt;is no exception.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think that the animated Bean might even be better.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The show being a cartoon lets them do as much wacky shit as they want.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Before, they always tried to do as much far out crazy shit as they could with the ability of Rowan Atkinson and the budget of the show.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But now they can do things that they only dreamed about back then.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now if they want to but a big screen T.V. in Mr. Beans apartment all they have to do is draw it in, but before they had to have an actual T.V.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now they can do way more stuff with Bean.  What I also find interesting is that they got Rowan Atkinson to do the voice.  Anyone can do that voice.  All he does is mumble and say a few words every once in while.  But the fact that they got him to do it instead of some other guy shows that they creators really care about they authenticity of it all.&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I give this new incarnation of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Mr. Bean&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; two thumbs up, and highly recommend it if you just want to shut your brain off for half an hour and have laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Youngblood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863005-110918298085191686?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/110918298085191686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=110918298085191686&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/110918298085191686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/110918298085191686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2005/02/good-old-new-stuff.html' title='good old new stuff'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-110909426311442197</id><published>2005-02-22T11:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T11:44:23.123-06:00</updated><title type='text'>When will the terror end?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dammit I hate &lt;em&gt;American Idol&lt;/em&gt;, and not just for the obvious reasons and the fact that it’s a tool of the Devil (to vote call 1-800-IDOL-666).  What I’d like to see is someone go up there and sing &lt;em&gt;Number of the Beast&lt;/em&gt; and dedicate it to Rupert Murdoch.  The fact is that every station that airs the show has to rearrange their schedules around its time slots.  What kind of a world are we living in when one television show controls an entire stations schedule just to suit FOX’s time slot? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One of the things that bothers me about this show is the judges.  Who made these idiots the be-all, end-all; ultimate voice in what is good singing and what makes a star?  What is their purpose past the second round?  They don’t eliminate anyone anymore contestants.  So why are they there?  And why should Simon Cowell have the right to criticize the way people look or dress?  The guy never changes his clothes!  He wears the same thing every day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What bothers me more though (and most) are these die hard fans of the show (Editors note: the word “die” can be replaced with “blow”.  It doesn’t really matter which one you use).  The stations may rearrange their schedules, but the majority of these people rearrange their lives to watch these fucking clownshoes belt out a tune that they would never listen to under any other circumstances even if their lives depended on it.  They argue about which singer is best when in reality they don’t give a shit about them, and after the seasons over won’t ever buy the CD of the person who won, or even take the time to download any of the songs that they put out.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But I guess there’s nothing I can do about any of this.  Who am I compared to a huge corporation like FOX or a legion of fans.  I just like to keep this one little paranoia in mind though: with all these other Idols’s popping up all over the world pretty soon nothing will stop them.  The rest of us will have to seek out another group to protect us and take them down.  But who could take on a force such as &lt;em&gt;Idol&lt;/em&gt;?  We’ll need a force of equal or greater size, and there’s only one group that can muster that much power amongst them: Trekkies.  That’s right, they’ll use their logic and Klingon battle techniques to bring down the Idol’s.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It’s kind of ironic that it is them who will save us all.  I think it’s pretty cool of them though, considering that the majority of society shuns and makes fun of them, that they will come to our aid…just like the X-Men do!  Does this mean that Trekkies and the X-Men are one in the same?…wait a minute, how did I get here?…what was I talking about again?…oh yeah……….(cough, cough) &lt;em&gt;AMERICAN IDOL&lt;/em&gt; SUCKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bring on the hate mail!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Youngblood&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863005-110909426311442197?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/110909426311442197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=110909426311442197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/110909426311442197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/110909426311442197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2005/02/when-will-terror-end_110909426311442197.html' title='When will the terror end?'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-110899889601183144</id><published>2005-02-21T09:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T09:14:56.016-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Name Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Any celebrity with the name Dick is asking for it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Do these people expect to be taken as serious actors with a name like that?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’s like being president and having the name Bush…oh wait, that’s happened twice already.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well what about colon…oh wait, never mind.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anyway what I’ve been trying to say is, what’s wrong with Richard?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why must they use Dick?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yeah sure it sounds funny at first, but it wears off.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Does no one see this?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Like, where are Dick Sargent and Dick York these days? (ok I admit they’re dead their, but what kind of careers did they have?)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Where did this whole Dick thing come from anyway?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Who derived Dick from Richard?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well this guy didn’t do it but he has a good answer; Kris Novessellic once said “Rich is short for Richard, and Dick is short for Richard.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I guess that means if you’re Rich you’re a Dick.” (man, I love that quote)&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;I think it goes back to King Richard (I don’t care which one just pick).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Think about it, if the people hated him, then they’d start talking shit about him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They’d call him things like…oh I don’t know…maybe Dick.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So eventually it caught on and anyone named Richard became Dick.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Or maybe it started with them calling him Dickhead, and as time went on people got lazier and just cut it down to Dick.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Now these explanations of the origin of Dick probably aren’t true, but lets just go with them.  And while were playing the name game I say we make a few more changes.  I propose that we start calling any one with the name Bush, Pussy, and anyone named Colon, Asshole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Youngblood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863005-110899889601183144?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/110899889601183144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=110899889601183144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/110899889601183144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/110899889601183144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2005/02/name-game.html' title='The Name Game'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-110875446332207340</id><published>2005-02-18T13:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T13:21:03.326-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The answer to the question people stop carring about a long time ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;It has recently been brought to my attention that the egg did in fact come before the chicken and I’m quite disappointed with my self that I did not think of this before.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is obvious that the egg came first because the dinosaurs were here way before the chickens were and they were of the egg laying kind weren’t they?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ah ha!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The mystery has been solved and now everyone can just shut the fuck up about it already!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoBodyTextIndent"  style="margin-left: 0cm; text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I would like to thank the most &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.pist.ca/"&gt;Pist&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; man in the land for bringing this to my attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoBodyTextIndent"  style="margin-left: 0cm; text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Youngblood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863005-110875446332207340?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/110875446332207340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=110875446332207340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/110875446332207340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/110875446332207340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2005/02/answer-to-question-people-stop-carring.html' title='The answer to the question people stop carring about a long time ago'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-110865347683044825</id><published>2005-02-17T09:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T09:17:56.843-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wide World of Sports....actually just hockey</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;So the NHLPA made an offer for a salary cap.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;$49 million per team.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sounds pretty good to me, but the NHL didn’t think so.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Personally I have mixed feelings about this whole situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I really don’t (and can’t) sympathize with the players.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’s for sure.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But I don’t blame them for what’s going on.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sure you can look at the players and say, “Oh what $10 million a year isn’t good enough?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But you have to look at it this way: the players didn’t offer themselves those high salaries, the owners did.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So it’s the owners that got themselves into this mess in the first place, so even though I said I don’t (and can’t) sympathize with the players, they aren’t the ones to blame; the owners are along with another man: &lt;u&gt;Garry Bettman&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;The NHL got Bettman to be commissioner to do one thing: get a salary cap.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When did they get him, like a decade ago?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Good job Garry, you’re doing great work (ya fucking wanker)!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If it weren’t for ol’Garry there, this wouldn’t be happening.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was his idea to expand the league in the Southern American sunbelt, and getting all these other teams like Nashville and Carolina.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;By doing so he thinned out the talent, and made people less interested in the game.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That in turn reduced ticket sales, which led to ticket prices going up to compensate for the losses.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The new rise in ticket prices led to even more people turning away from going to games.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Which led to the owners not having any money.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So they think that the way to go is to get a salary cap!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ya lets give our players all these high contracts and them tell them “Oh sorry we want to cut your pay.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;The players were even willing to take a pay cut as early as November.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They offered to take a 24% pay cut.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t care who you are and what you make, a 24%cut in pay is a lot.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But no, that wasn’t good enough for Garry and the gang.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So the players said they’d take a cap of $52 million per team, then went down to $49 million.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The players are the ones stepping up and are willing to admitting to defeat, but apparently that still isn’t good enough.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;So now there’s not going to be a season, and that just proves what Garry Bettman doesn’t can about: the fans.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If he really loved the fans like he says he does he wouldn’t have turned down the last offer made by the NHLPA.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think all the fans want is watch the game again, and ya a salary cap would be nice, so take it already!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hope they do end up at a salary cap soon, and not just so there’ll be a season next year, but because that’s why they hired Bettman for in the first place.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And once they have their salary cap, then Bettman will be useless; he will have served his purpose.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And what do you do with something useless?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You get rid of it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So maybe after all this is over and Gary has no more use to the league, maybe they’ll hire someone with…oh I don’t know…prior knowledge of the game and how it’s played.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’s usually what you do isn’t it?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But then again, I’m just a fan, and apparently the way Gary sees it, I don’t matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Youngblood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863005-110865347683044825?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/110865347683044825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=110865347683044825&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/110865347683044825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/110865347683044825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2005/02/wide-world-of-sportsactually-just.html' title='The Wide World of Sports....actually just hockey'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-110858171954736115</id><published>2005-02-16T13:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T13:21:59.553-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You thought yesterday's post was wierd?...fasten your seatbelts kiddies 'cause you ain't seen nothing yet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I wonder if ZZ Top will ever shave off their beards and donate them to the cancer society to be turned into a wig?  Can you even do that with beard hair?  You should be able to.  It’s not like its pubic hair or anything.  Wouldn’t that be something to have a pubic hair wig?  Like, it would be totally gross, but maybe to some that would be something to brag about.  Those would have to be some long pubes though.  But maybe they’d make an exception in those cases.  Like maybe they’d combine all the hair they collect and keep adding it on like extensions.  But wouldn’t that be worse?  Like, it’s bad enough that you’d have one guy’s pubes on your head and whole bunch of peoples would be even worse don’t you think.  Maybe they’d combine all different kinds of hair for these cases.  Pubes, beards, backs, the whole works!  That’s still disgusting though.  But there was that one guy on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ripley’s&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; who could braid his back hair {shudders}.  Maybe that guy’s hair would be long enough by itself to make a wig.  It would be better than having someone’s pubes on your head, don’t you think….what the hell am I talking about?…I’m going to turn my brain back on…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Youngblood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863005-110858171954736115?l=youngblood29.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/feeds/110858171954736115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863005&amp;postID=110858171954736115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/110858171954736115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863005/posts/default/110858171954736115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youngblood29.blogspot.com/2005/02/you-thought-yesterdays-post-was.html' title='You thought yesterday&apos;s post was wierd?...fasten your seatbelts kiddies &apos;cause you ain&apos;t seen nothing yet'/><author><name>Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17734909333968786257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NWerDk7Em2M/TPAW0kyyi8I/AAAAAAAAAE8/TQWlpvbqYak/S220/IMG_0203.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863005.post-110848598944608828</id><published>2005-02-15T10:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T09:27:12.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And now for something completely different......</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Is it just me, isn’t it just a great feeling of relief after you take a big dump,?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Now I know what your all think.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s either “what the fuck is next” or “I think I’ll skip today’s post”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But seriously for second, to all of you who were somehow offended by that comment, or grossed out in some why or another I say this: SUCK IT UP!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Whenever someone says something a about taking a crap or mentions the subject in some way, people automatically tell that guy to shut up or that they’re gross.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To these people I just want to them to ask themselves what they’d think of a comment like that if they were in the time of the plague.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Seriously, imagine if you could go back to pre-indoor plumbing days.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Do you think a little comment about crap would bother you?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hell no, because it was everywhere.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I bet it was dinner table conversation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You have to remember that people back in the day weren’t all Shakespeare-like and proper like some would have you believe.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’d bet that crap was an everyday topic of conversation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hell I’d bet they had scientists studying crap (you know…like ways of getting it out of the streets).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you were back in those days you’d probably step in it 4-5 times a day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Between horses and people emptying their chamber pots you’d have some pretty shitty shoes on your hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Granted, these were the reasons for the plague…but even so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;People are way to uptight about these things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I’d bet the guy who’s got the best sense of humour about the subject is a septic truck driver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;How could someone’s comment about taking a crap offend him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It couldn’t, it’s that simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So with that in mind maybe all start hanging out with those guys, they’ll get my jokes and tell me some of theirs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But then again I’ll stink like shit being around them to long…maybe I should rethink this whole situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;No…I’ll just stay away from the septic guys and keep offending people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Because hey, lets face it, it’s one thing to talk about shit; people can get past that because you have to shut up sometime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But it’s a total other thing to go around smelling like it…that’s just gross…who could do that? 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