<?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-22697754</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:08:43.781-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On Grey Street</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puck028.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22697754/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puck028.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Puck028</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603861037976517607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22697754.post-115851902719622808</id><published>2006-09-17T14:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T14:50:27.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If The World Were Like This...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A nice little story from Dave Matthews. Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"y'all ever heard of the bonobo apes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; yeah, you have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; (someone yells 'chimpanzees')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; they're not chimpanzees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; they look kind of like them, but they're not chimpanzees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; that's what they thought they were - chimpanzees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; until they noticed that they had really big penises and vaginas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; and then..then they figured out..they were watching them....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; 'cause you know chimpanzees are a very rough bunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; they're not like the cute little chimps that you see on tv,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; they will kick your ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; and you know...they are kind of like us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; they are really smart, but they don't talk...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; but they will kick your ass...which is kind of like us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; but, the bonobo apes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; they got a much better method of reconciliation....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; figuring...you know how to work out things...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; like, if you were a bonobo ape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; and i was a bonobo ape, young lady,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; then if we had an argument,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; then to work it out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; we'd hook up in a real big way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; but it's not only that way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; it's like two women, two female bobobo apes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; (guys in audience start yelling)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; i'm really sorry to inform you guys,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; but the guys work it out that way, too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; so, i'm real sorry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; but anyway, anyway..it's kinda...i just think its really interesting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; that they've got these oversized genitalia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; they get a little argument and they just rub&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; they call it gg rubbing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; they call it gg rubbing, you see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; they get together and they just wipe that stuff together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; there's a couple...they also...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; they also, i've seen a couple documentaries on them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; and they also...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; they also like to fiddle with their bits and pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; they figured out that masturbation is a good thing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; so, they got that going for them, too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; but there's this one..there's this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; i was watching this documentary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; and there's this one bonobo ape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; and he's standing on top of a log&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; he's got a banana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; and a big hard on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; he's just standing there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; and he's like...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; he's the king of the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; cause he's got a banana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; so he's psyched, you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; then this female bonobo goes to him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; she thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; i want the banana!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; so, she went over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; and she serviced him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; and he gave her the banana...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; i just think we could resolve so many things, you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; if we just did that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; just picture some heads of state...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; like george bush and bill clinton and, and...saddam hussein...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; all gg rubbing up and down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; we could work this out, you know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; yeah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; it was just an idea, you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; get rid of road rage, you know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; get rid of highway killings...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; YOU STOLE MY PARKING SPACE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; WELL, GET IN THE BACK SEAT AND I'LL GIVE YOU A BLOW JOB!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ~Dave Matthews--2.6.99&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22697754-115851902719622808?l=puck028.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puck028.blogspot.com/feeds/115851902719622808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22697754&amp;postID=115851902719622808' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22697754/posts/default/115851902719622808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22697754/posts/default/115851902719622808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puck028.blogspot.com/2006/09/if-world-were-like-this.html' title='If The World Were Like This...'/><author><name>Puck028</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603861037976517607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22697754.post-115803603271729127</id><published>2006-09-12T00:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T00:45:54.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Forget Them</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;While it is important that we remember each and every person who died on this date five years ago, be sure to also take a minute out of your day to remember those whose stories you have not heard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renee Barrett died on October 18 from injuries she received during the attacks on September 11th. A member of the Metropolitan Community Church of New York, a gay congregation, she is survived by her partner Enez Cooper and her 18-year-old son, Eddie. Barrett escaped the tower critically burned. She later died at Cornell-Presbyterian Hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graham Berkeley, a native of England who lived in Boston, boarded United Airlines Flight 175 on Sept. 11. His plane was the second to crash into the World Trade Center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark Bingham was a gay passenger on United Airlines Flight 93 which crashed in Pennsylvania. He assisted in defending the aircraft against the attackers and is considered one of the many heros of that day. San Francisco has officially designated September 16 Mark Bingham Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pamela Boyce, 43, was at work on the 92nd floor of the World Trade Center's north tower when it was struck. She is survived by Catherine Anello her partner of 6 1/2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Charlebois, a member of the National Gay Pilots Association, was the co-pilot of American Airlines Flight 77, the plane that crashed into the pentagon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eugene Clark, 47, worked on the 102nd floor of the south World Trade Center tower. He sent his partner Larry Courtney a voice message stating "I'm OK. The plane hit the other tower. And we're evacuating." Clark is still missing. - Victorira Scanlan Stefanakos, Advocate.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeffrey Collman was a flight attendant on American Airlines Flight 11, which crashed into the north tower. He is survived by Keith Bradkowski, his partner of 11 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke Dudek, 50, worked for Windows on the World as the food and beverage controller. He is survived by is partner of 20 years, George Cuellar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Joe Ferguson, 39, was the director of geography education outreach at the National Geographic Society. He was a passenger on American Airlines Flight 77.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol Flyzik was a passenger on American Airlines Flight 11, which was the first plane to crash into the World Trade Center towers. She is survived by her partner of 13 years, Nancy Walsh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partners of 13 years, Ronald Gamboa, 33, and Dan Brandhorst, 42, were traveling with their 3-year-old adopted son, David were on their way home to Los Angeles from Boston on United Airlines Flight 175 which crashed into the second tower of the World Trade Center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheila Hein, 51, worked at the Pentagon in the U.S. Army management and budget office when her life was taken by American Airlines Flight 77. She is survived by her partner Peggy Neff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father Mychal Judge was the Catholic chaplain of the New York City Fire Department who lost his life while ministering at Ground Zero. In June 2002, President Bush signed the Mychal Judge Act which grants federal relieve funds to survivors of 9/11, including same-sex partners. He is also being considered for sainthood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William Anthony Karnes, 37, who lived within sight of the World Trade Center lost his life the morning of September 11th. He is survived by his partner John Winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Keohane, 41, worked at One Liberty Plaza near the World Trade Center. Keohane died by falling debris. Before his death, Kepohane met his partner Mike Lyons on the street. Lyons later committed suicide on his 41st birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Lepore, 39, was a project analyst at Marsh &amp;amp; McLennon. He is survived by his partner of 18 years, David O'Leary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patricia McAneney was the fire marshal of her floor in the first World Trade Center tower. She is survived by Margaret Cruz, partner of 18 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wesley Mercer, 70, worked as a Vice-President of Corporate Security at the World Trade Center. After successfully guiding 3,700 employees to safety he himself fell victim to the tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Roxy Eddie" Ognibene worked on the 89th floor of the second World Trade Center tower. He was a member of the Renegades of New York's Big Apple Softball League.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seamus O'Neal lost his life in the attacks on the World Trade Center. He is survived by his partner Tom Miller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catherine Smith, 44, worked on the 97th floor of the World Trade Center tower. She is survived by Elba Cedeno, her partner of six years.&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/22697754-115803603271729127?l=puck028.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puck028.blogspot.com/feeds/115803603271729127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22697754&amp;postID=115803603271729127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22697754/posts/default/115803603271729127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22697754/posts/default/115803603271729127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puck028.blogspot.com/2006/09/dont-forget-them.html' title='Don&apos;t Forget Them'/><author><name>Puck028</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603861037976517607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22697754.post-115557382890063827</id><published>2006-08-14T12:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T20:36:01.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I kinda like this one because I tend to be verbose most of the time but this forces me to be concise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complete the phrases with two words only!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;The last person I dated: intelligent, caring (the person I'm with now, that is)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;My best friend: fucking hilarious (Matt)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;What I want to be when I grow up: career politician&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;High school: busy, interesting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Life: uncertain, exciting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Where I live: comfortable, safe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; THOUGHTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;God: who knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;War: completely unnecessary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Love at first sight: not possible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Abortion: my uterus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;The President: dumb shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; PEOPLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Best friends: Matt, Christina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Craziest: Christine, Sherry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Most organized: Elizabeth, Willis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Weirdest: Nancy, Matt B (but also hilarious)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Most fun: Matt, the girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Best dressers: Rachel F, Lucy (anyone but Matt really)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Most athletic: Rachel B, Kyla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Smartest: Willis, Christina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TWO THINGS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;...to take with you on a deserted island: iPod, Razr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;...you never leave home without: cell, wallet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;...you never want to hear someone say: "we're done," "i hate you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;...you have a weakness for: puppies, the girl  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;...that make you smile: the girl, Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;...people say about you: outgoing, funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;...you would never do: kill, cheat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;...someone broke your heart?: move on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;...you needed to clear your mind?: walk, swim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;...you lost your job?: find another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;...you won the lottery?: invest, donate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;...someone you cared about moved away?: go with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;...you gave a bad first impression?: try again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT I LOOK FOR...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;...in a friend: honest, fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;...in a boyfriend/girlfriend: humor, understanding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;...in a job: salary, enjoyment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;...in life: happiness, love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/22697754-115557382890063827?l=puck028.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puck028.blogspot.com/feeds/115557382890063827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22697754&amp;postID=115557382890063827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22697754/posts/default/115557382890063827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22697754/posts/default/115557382890063827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puck028.blogspot.com/2006/08/two-words.html' title='Two Words'/><author><name>Puck028</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603861037976517607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22697754.post-115499935396611684</id><published>2006-08-07T20:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T21:09:13.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Things</title><content type='html'>So I found this post on Christine's MySpace and I was wondering if I am crazier than her. She scored 103...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blacktext10"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Level 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) smoked a cigarette&lt;br /&gt;(x) smoked a cigar&lt;br /&gt;(x) done weed&lt;br /&gt;(x) kissed a member of the same sex&lt;br /&gt;(x) drank alcohol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Total: 5&lt;br /&gt;Sub Total: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Level 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) been in love&lt;br /&gt;(x) been dumped&lt;br /&gt;(x) shoplifted&lt;br /&gt;( ) been fired&lt;br /&gt;(x) been in a fist fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Total: 4&lt;br /&gt;Sub Total: 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Level 3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) snuck out of a parent's house&lt;br /&gt;(x) had feelings for someone who didn't have them back&lt;br /&gt;( ) been arrested&lt;br /&gt;(x) made out with a stranger&lt;br /&gt;( ) gone out on a blind date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Total: 3&lt;br /&gt;Sub Total: 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Level 4:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) had a crush on an older person&lt;br /&gt;(x) skipped school&lt;br /&gt;(x) slept with a co-worker&lt;br /&gt;( ) seen someone/something die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Total: 3&lt;br /&gt;Sub Total: 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Level 5:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) had/have a crush on one of your MySpace friends&lt;br /&gt;( ) been to Paris&lt;br /&gt;( ) been to Spain&lt;br /&gt;(x) been on a plane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Total: 2&lt;br /&gt;Sub Total: 17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Level 6:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) eaten Sushi&lt;br /&gt;( ) been snowboarding&lt;br /&gt;( ) met someone BECAUSE of myspace&lt;br /&gt;(x) been mosh pitting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Total: 2&lt;br /&gt;Sub Total: 19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Level 7:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) been in an abusive relationship&lt;br /&gt;(x) taken pain killers&lt;br /&gt;(x) love someone right now&lt;br /&gt;(x) laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by&lt;br /&gt;(x) made a snow angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Total: 4&lt;br /&gt;Sub Total: 23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Level 8:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) had a tea party&lt;br /&gt;( ) flown a kite&lt;br /&gt;(x) built a sand castle&lt;br /&gt;(x) gone puddle jumping&lt;br /&gt;(x) played dress up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Total: 4&lt;br /&gt;Sub Total: 27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Level 9:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) jumped into a pile of leaves&lt;br /&gt;(x) gone sledding&lt;br /&gt;(x) cheated while playing a game&lt;br /&gt;(x) been lonely&lt;br /&gt;(x) fallen asleep at work/school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Total: 5&lt;br /&gt;Sub Total: 32&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Level 10:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) used a fake/someone else's ID&lt;br /&gt;(x) watched the sun set&lt;br /&gt;( ) felt an earthquake&lt;br /&gt;( ) killed a snake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Total: 1&lt;br /&gt;Sub Total: 33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Level 11:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) been tickled&lt;br /&gt;( ) been robbed/ vandalized&lt;br /&gt;(x) robbed someone&lt;br /&gt;(x) been misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;( ) pet a reindeer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Total: 3&lt;br /&gt;Sub Total: 36&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Level 12:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) won a contest&lt;br /&gt;( )been suspended from school&lt;br /&gt;(x) had detention&lt;br /&gt;(x) been in a car accident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Total: 3&lt;br /&gt;Sub Total: 39&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Level 13:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) had/have braces&lt;br /&gt;( ) eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night&lt;br /&gt;(x) had Deja Vu&lt;br /&gt;(x) danced in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Total: 3&lt;br /&gt;Sub Total: 42&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Level 14:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) hated the way you look&lt;br /&gt;(x) witnessed a crime&lt;br /&gt;(x) questioned your heart&lt;br /&gt;(x) been obsessed with post-it notes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Total: 4&lt;br /&gt;Sub Total: 46&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Level 15:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) squished barefoot through the mud&lt;br /&gt;(x) been lost&lt;br /&gt;( ) been around the world&lt;br /&gt;(x) swam in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;(x) felt like you were dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Total: 4&lt;br /&gt;Sub Total: 50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Level 16:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) cried yourself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;(x) played cops and robbers&lt;br /&gt;(x) recently colored with crayons/colored pencils/markers&lt;br /&gt;(x) sang karaoke&lt;br /&gt;(x) paid for a meal with only coins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Total:5&lt;br /&gt;Sub Total: 55&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Level 17:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) done something you told yourself you wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;(x) made prank phone calls&lt;br /&gt;(x) laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose&lt;br /&gt;(x) kissed in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Total: 4&lt;br /&gt;Sub Total: 59&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Level 18:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) written a letter to Santa Claus&lt;br /&gt;(x) been kissed under a mistletoe&lt;br /&gt;(x) watched the sun set with someone you care/cared about&lt;br /&gt;(x) blown bubbles&lt;br /&gt;(x) made a bonfire on the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Total: 5&lt;br /&gt;Sub Total: 64&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Level 19:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) crashed a party&lt;br /&gt;(x) have traveled 5 days with a car full of people&lt;br /&gt;(x) gone rollerskating/blading&lt;br /&gt;(x) had a wish come true&lt;br /&gt;( ) humped a monkey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Total: 4&lt;br /&gt;Sub Total: 68&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Level 20:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) worn pearls&lt;br /&gt;( ) jumped off a bridge&lt;br /&gt;(x) screamed "penis" in the mall/school&lt;br /&gt;(x) swam with dolphins -- coolest thing ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Total: 2&lt;br /&gt;Sub Total: 70&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Level 22:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) got your tongue stuck to a pole/freezer/ice cube&lt;br /&gt;(x) kissed a fish -- dolphin&lt;br /&gt;(x) worn the opposite sexes clothes&lt;br /&gt;(x) sat on a roof top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Total: 3&lt;br /&gt;Sub Total: 73&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Level 23:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) screamed at the top of your lungs&lt;br /&gt;(x) done/attempted a one-handed cartwheel&lt;br /&gt;(x) talked on the phone for more than 6 hours&lt;br /&gt;(x) stayed up all night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Total: 4&lt;br /&gt;Sub Total: 77&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Level 24:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) picked and ate an apple right off the tree&lt;br /&gt;(x) climbed a tree&lt;br /&gt;(x) had/been in a tree house&lt;br /&gt;(x) are scared to watch scary movies alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Total: 4&lt;br /&gt;Sub Total: 81&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Level 25:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) believe in ghosts&lt;br /&gt;( ) have/had more then 30 pairs of shoes&lt;br /&gt;(x) gone streaking&lt;br /&gt;(x) been/visit in jail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Total: 3&lt;br /&gt;Sub Total: 84&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Level 26:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) played chicken&lt;br /&gt;(x) been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on&lt;br /&gt;(x) been told you're hot by a complete stranger&lt;br /&gt;( ) broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;(x) been easily amused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Total: 4&lt;br /&gt;Sub Total: 88&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Level 27:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) caught a fish then ate it&lt;br /&gt;(x) made a video&lt;br /&gt;(x) caught a butterfly&lt;br /&gt;(x) laughed so hard you cried&lt;br /&gt;(x) cried so hard you laughed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Total: 4&lt;br /&gt;Sub Total: 92&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Level 28:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) mooned/flashed someone&lt;br /&gt;(x) had someone moon/flash you&lt;br /&gt;(x) cheated on a test&lt;br /&gt;(x) forgotten someone's name&lt;br /&gt;(x) slept naked&lt;br /&gt;(x) French braided someones hair&lt;br /&gt;(x)  gone skinny dipping in a pool&lt;br /&gt;( ) been kicked out of your house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Total: 7&lt;br /&gt;Sub Total: 99&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Level 30:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Rode a roller coaster&lt;br /&gt;(x) went scuba-diving/snorkeling&lt;br /&gt;(x) had a cavity&lt;br /&gt;(x) Black-mailed someone&lt;br /&gt;( ) been black mailed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Total: 4&lt;br /&gt;Sub Total: 103&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Level 31:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been used&lt;br /&gt;(x) fell going up the stairs&lt;br /&gt;( ) licked a cat&lt;br /&gt;(x) bitten someone&lt;br /&gt;(x) licked someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Total: 4&lt;br /&gt;Sub Total: 107&lt;br /&gt;My Total: 107&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am four points crazier than Christine. Wow. Um. Not sure what to think of that...&lt;br /&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/22697754-115499935396611684?l=puck028.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puck028.blogspot.com/feeds/115499935396611684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22697754&amp;postID=115499935396611684' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22697754/posts/default/115499935396611684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22697754/posts/default/115499935396611684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puck028.blogspot.com/2006/08/crazy-things.html' title='Crazy Things'/><author><name>Puck028</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603861037976517607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22697754.post-115497230244749280</id><published>2006-08-07T13:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T13:59:52.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Stop</title><content type='html'>I'm back from an exciting and interesting trip to Randall's Island, NY to see Dave Matthews Band with Bela Fleck &amp; the Flecktones and David Gray. Even though last year was brutal and we said we'd never go back, we did (much to Elizabeth's dismay). The show was great and the trip was great too, minus a small little parking glitch. We got to hear The Last Stop for the first time ever, and I stood about five feet away from Dave and took some awesome pictures. There was also a kickass fight between some people in our section and some security guards during "Can't Stop." It was awesome! I seriously can't wait to go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2039/2313/1600/080606_18283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2039/2313/400/080606_18283.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dave Matthews talking about wanting to be Tony Robbins while introducing David Gray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Setlist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Pantala Naga Pampa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Rapunzel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Say Goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;When the World Ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;So Much to Say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Too Much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Sleep to Dream Her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Break Free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Lie in Our Graves (Bela Fleck)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Last Stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Can't Stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Crush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Jimi Thing (Bela Fleck &amp; the Flecktones)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Louisiana Bayou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;---------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Steady as We Go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Tripping Billies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22697754-115497230244749280?l=puck028.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puck028.blogspot.com/feeds/115497230244749280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22697754&amp;postID=115497230244749280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22697754/posts/default/115497230244749280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22697754/posts/default/115497230244749280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puck028.blogspot.com/2006/08/last-stop.html' title='The Last Stop'/><author><name>Puck028</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603861037976517607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22697754.post-115436398057776547</id><published>2006-07-31T12:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T12:51:25.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Gripe With Hippies</title><content type='html'>Typically when the summer rolls around, I begin attending quite a few concerts. Each year seems to bring some Dave Matthews Band, along with various other artists that change from year to year. I try to make it my unofficial policy to see at least one new act each summer, and this year I've certainly done so. Earlier this month I was treated to not one but two concerts put on by artists who I had never seen before: Ani DiFranco and the Indigo Girls. Yes, it seems that I've had a bit of a lesbian concert summer, but these artists, who I like and respect very much, have got me thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The audiences at both shows were very similar. While the DiFranco show in Central Park had a smaller crowd than the Indigo Girls show at Wolf Trap in Northern Virginia, essentially the same fans attended both shows. The audiences at both concerts were at least 85 percent female, which didn't bother me one bit. A good portion of these women were also decked out in hippie garb, and as I watched the interactions of these "hippies," I realized how much they bother me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, when most people think of the term "hippie," an image comes to mind of a person or a group of people, each with long hair, peace pendants and tye-dye shirts protesting the continuance of the Vietnam War. A noble cause indeed, as that war was certainly unnecessary, and that is what we picture. But nowadays, with these pseudo, fake hippies, we see nothing of the like. We see people, like those at these concerts, who dress the way the 1960s hippies dressed, but that is the extent to which they are similar to their predecessors. They call themselves hippies, and wrongfully so, for they do nothing more than sit on their asses and smoke maarijuana. They are lazy, and they are giving those from the 60s and the youth of today a bad name. They have taken this amazing concept of young people who care about peace throughout the world and turned it into something terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think some would be quick to jump to the defense of these new hippies and say today is a different day and a different world. Surely it is, I would be more than willing to concede that, but there are disturbing similarities between thirty years ago and today, not the least of which includes international conflict. These hippies today could be doing so much to advance their peaceful ideals, but they would all just rather steal the fashion sense and mentality of those who came before them and abandon the responsibility they have to the peace movement. They are a disgrace to the name and should not be identifying themselves as hippies. They are slackers, and it's about time we start calling them just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2039/2313/1600/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2039/2313/320/10.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The good hippies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/22697754-115436398057776547?l=puck028.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puck028.blogspot.com/feeds/115436398057776547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22697754&amp;postID=115436398057776547' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22697754/posts/default/115436398057776547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22697754/posts/default/115436398057776547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puck028.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-gripe-with-hippies.html' title='My Gripe With Hippies'/><author><name>Puck028</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603861037976517607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22697754.post-115423070048981252</id><published>2006-07-29T23:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T11:23:59.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DMB Survey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Song of the day: Smooth Rider&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Album of the day: Crash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Song that never gets old: #41&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Favorite 12-string song: Grey Street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Favorite love song: Lover Lay Down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Song that makes you want to dance: Warehouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Song you don't understand the popularity of: Where Are You Going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Most underrated song: So Right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Most overrated song: I Did It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Song you like that many others don't: If I Had It All&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Biggest pet peeve: people who just stand there at shows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Favorite '06 Song: Can't Stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Favorite '06 Return: Last Stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Favorite Cover: Watchtower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;We're talking about the version on the album here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Favorite off R2T: I'll Back You Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Favorite off UTTAD: Warehouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Favorite off Crash: #41&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Favorite off BTCS: Don't Drink the Water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Favorite off LWS: Sweet Up and Down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Favorite off Busted Stuff: Cptain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Favorite off Everyday: So Right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Favorite off Stand Up: Louisiana Bayou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;UTTAD or Crash: Crash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Last Stop or Stone: Last Stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;..34, ..36, ..40, or ..41?:    41&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I Did It or Dreamgirl: Hate them both. No, really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Butch Solos, Bartender or Two Step: Bartender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Trey Anastasio or Robert Randolph: Trey! Randall's Island '05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Roi solos or Boyd Solos: Boyd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Water/Wine Jam or Blue Water: Blue Water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Alpine or SPAC: SPAC all the way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Soprano, Alto, Baritone, Pennywhistle, or Flute: Baritone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Butch or Rashawn: Butch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Member with best style: Carter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Song that pumps you up for a sport/game: Don't Drink the Water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Favorite moment on any concert release or live: "Smile LeRoi!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;One guest you'd want to play with DMB: Neil Young again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Most memorable DMB moment at your own show: Sixth row at Hershey '03&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Favorite song off Some Devil: Save Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;One song you'd want DMB to bring back: Sweet Up and Down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Favorite show opener: Seek Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Favorite regular set closer: Tripping Billies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Favorite show closer: Watchtower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Favorite Dave solo song: Save Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Top 5:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1 #41&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2 Lie In our Graves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3 Don't Drink the Water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4 . Smooth Rider&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5. Captain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Bottom 5:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1 Let You Down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2 I Did It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3 Steady as We Go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4 Stolen Away on some street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5 Dreamgirl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;..1 reason you love DMB: they are just good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22697754-115423070048981252?l=puck028.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puck028.blogspot.com/feeds/115423070048981252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22697754&amp;postID=115423070048981252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22697754/posts/default/115423070048981252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22697754/posts/default/115423070048981252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puck028.blogspot.com/2006/07/dmb-survey.html' title='DMB Survey'/><author><name>Puck028</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603861037976517607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22697754.post-115194288794834207</id><published>2006-07-03T11:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T12:11:31.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Burn Baby Burn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Last week, the U.S. Senate rejected a constitutional amendment that would ban desecration of the American flag by just a single vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the Senate ultimately made the right decision, why it is that 66 of its members supported such a measure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that the Senate would even consider such an amendment sends a message to the American people that their elected officials are out of touch with the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a time when nearly 3,000 Americans have lost their lives in an unnecessary war, gas prices are at an all-time high and college graduates are leaving school with an average of $20,000 debt, it is clear that there are more important issues the Senate needs to address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout this whole debate, Republican lawmakers have stressed that such a constitutional amendment is absolutely necessary because it would serve as a tribute to the men and women who have given their lives for this country. Note that they have given their lives for their country, not merely its flag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to claim this land as the land of the free? Then the symbol of your country cannot just be a flag. The symbol also has to be one of its citizens exercising his right to burn that flag in protest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This amendment has nothing to do with honoring our soldiers at all. If we want to honor them, we should bring them home, not write into the Constitution that burning a flag is a crime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several other members of the Senate have spun the issue in different ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the Senate floor on June 26, Sen. Arlen Specter (R-Pa.) compared flag desecration to libel and child pornography, forms of expression he said have no "social value."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Flag burning is a form of expression that is spiteful or vengeful," the five-term senator said. "It is designed to hurt. It is not designed to persuade."&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately Democrats recognize that the issue is one of free speech and expression and not of anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sen. Patrick Leahy (D-Vt.) sided with the 1989 Supreme Court decision, which voted 5-4 in Texas v. Johnson that flag burning was a political statement and that state laws banning it were unconstitutional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The First Amendment was designed precisely to protect this sort of expression, Leahy said in a June 28 CNN article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The First Amendment never needs defending when it comes to popular speech," Leahy said. "It's when it comes to unpopular speech that it needs defending."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2039/2313/1600/story.flag.burning.gi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 352px; height: 266px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2039/2313/400/story.flag.burning.gi.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22697754-115194288794834207?l=puck028.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puck028.blogspot.com/feeds/115194288794834207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22697754&amp;postID=115194288794834207' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22697754/posts/default/115194288794834207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22697754/posts/default/115194288794834207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puck028.blogspot.com/2006/07/burn-baby-burn.html' title='Burn Baby Burn'/><author><name>Puck028</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603861037976517607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22697754.post-115144978440590892</id><published>2006-06-27T18:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T19:09:44.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kinda Like This One...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);" class="blacktext10"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);" class="blacktextnb10"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Using only songs from one, artist cleverly answer these questions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick an artist: Dave Matthews (of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Are you a male or female? "Sister"&lt;br /&gt;2.) Describe yourself: "Smooth Rider"&lt;br /&gt;3.) How do you feel about yourself? "Best of What's Around"&lt;br /&gt;4.) Describe your ex boyfriend / girlfriend: "Pig"&lt;br /&gt;5.) Describe your current boyfriend / girlfriend: "Dreamgirl"&lt;br /&gt;6.) Describe your current location: "One Sweet World"&lt;br /&gt;7.) Describe where you want to be: "Louisiana Bayou"&lt;br /&gt;8.) Your best friend is: "Some Devil"&lt;br /&gt;9.) Your favorite color is: "Grey Street"&lt;br /&gt;10.) You know that: "You Never Know"&lt;br /&gt;11.) What's the weather like? "Steady As We Go"&lt;br /&gt;12.) If your life were a television show, what would it be called? "Typical Situation"&lt;br /&gt;13.) What is life to you? "Good Good Time"&lt;br /&gt;14.) What is the best advice you have to give? "You Might Die Trying"&lt;br /&gt;15.) If you could change your name, what would you change it to? "Rapunzel"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22697754-115144978440590892?l=puck028.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puck028.blogspot.com/feeds/115144978440590892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22697754&amp;postID=115144978440590892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22697754/posts/default/115144978440590892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22697754/posts/default/115144978440590892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puck028.blogspot.com/2006/06/kinda-like-this-one.html' title='Kinda Like This One...'/><author><name>Puck028</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603861037976517607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22697754.post-115137554580939079</id><published>2006-06-26T22:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T22:32:25.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kinda bored</title><content type='html'>Still recovering and kinda bored, so I did this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="blacktextnb10"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;1) Who is the last person you high-fived?&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth at the DMB show when they played Grey Street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) If you were drafted into a war, would you survive?&lt;br /&gt;Yea I think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Do you sleep with the TV on?&lt;br /&gt;No way, I just can't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Have you ever drank milk straight out of the carton?&lt;br /&gt;Hell no. I hate that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Have you ever won a spelling bee?&lt;br /&gt;I think in 3rd grade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Have you ever been stung by a bee?&lt;br /&gt;Once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) How fast can you type?&lt;br /&gt;Eh kinda I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Are you afraid of the dark?&lt;br /&gt;No. Christina would probably say otherwise though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Eye color?&lt;br /&gt;Green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) When is the last time you chose a bath over a shower?&lt;br /&gt;Ha, probably a few years ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Do you knock on wood?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Are you drinking anything right now?&lt;br /&gt;No but I'm thirsty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Do you think you're attractive?&lt;br /&gt;Yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Can you hoola hoop?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Are you good at keeping secrets?&lt;br /&gt;Yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) What do you want for Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;A video iPod&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Do you know the Muffin Man?&lt;br /&gt;Yea he was a the DMB show and he ate his muffin with the wrapper on!!! Yes Elizabeth!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Do you talk in your sleep?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Who wrote the book of love?&lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) Have you ever flown a kite?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Do you consider yourself successful?&lt;br /&gt;Yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) How many people are on your contact list of your cell?&lt;br /&gt;Um a lot of people. I think over 150&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) Have you ever asked for a pony?&lt;br /&gt;Nope, Jewelie is close enough to one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) Plans for tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Not sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) Can you juggle?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) Missing someone now?&lt;br /&gt;Yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) Told someone you love them?&lt;br /&gt;Yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) And truly meant it?&lt;br /&gt;Yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) How often do you drink?&lt;br /&gt;Couple times a week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) How are you feeling today?&lt;br /&gt;Bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) Have you ever been suspended or expelled from school?&lt;br /&gt;Nope, should've been though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) What are you looking forward to?&lt;br /&gt;My road trip Wednesday, Thursday and Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) Have you ever crawled through a window?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34) Have you ever eaten dog food?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35) Can you handle the truth?&lt;br /&gt;Yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36) Do you like green eggs and ham?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37). What 3 things can always be found in your refrigerator?&lt;br /&gt;Lemonade, ranch dressing and Coke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38) Do you have any cool scars?&lt;br /&gt;I have scars but they aren't cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39) What happened?&lt;br /&gt;I had surgery and was in a bike accident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40) Do you like or have a crush on anyone?&lt;br /&gt;I guess you could say that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41) How many kids do you plan on having?&lt;br /&gt;I'd like 3 but I won't be having them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42) What do you do when no one is watching?&lt;br /&gt;Talk to Jewelie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43) Do you like dancing?&lt;br /&gt;I suck at it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44) Two physical things about the opposite sex that appeal to you:&lt;br /&gt;None, but for the same sex, I'd say eyes and smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45) Who are you thinking about right now?&lt;br /&gt;The girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46) Who did you last talk to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;Nancy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47) What was the last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;Dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48) What song are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49) Are you currently suffering from a broken heart?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50) Would you ever date anyone on your friends list?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&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/22697754-115137554580939079?l=puck028.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puck028.blogspot.com/feeds/115137554580939079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22697754&amp;postID=115137554580939079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22697754/posts/default/115137554580939079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22697754/posts/default/115137554580939079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puck028.blogspot.com/2006/06/kinda-bored.html' title='Kinda bored'/><author><name>Puck028</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603861037976517607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22697754.post-115075472470732519</id><published>2006-06-19T17:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T18:22:25.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Pics</title><content type='html'>Just a quick little post with some pics I've taken. I'll write more later, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2039/2313/1600/P1010796.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2039/2313/320/P1010796.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking badass at the Supreme Court&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2039/2313/1600/P1010823.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2039/2313/320/P1010823.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WWII Memorial in Washington, D.C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2039/2313/1600/P1010808.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2039/2313/320/P1010808.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently Ben Stein does his drycleaning at the Watergate Hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2039/2313/1600/churchsign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2039/2313/320/churchsign.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally!! Someone gets it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/22697754-115075472470732519?l=puck028.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puck028.blogspot.com/feeds/115075472470732519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22697754&amp;postID=115075472470732519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22697754/posts/default/115075472470732519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22697754/posts/default/115075472470732519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puck028.blogspot.com/2006/06/some-pics.html' title='Some Pics'/><author><name>Puck028</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603861037976517607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22697754.post-114962965224419461</id><published>2006-06-06T17:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T17:39:11.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Years Ago Today and Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Just a little thing I saw in a blog and kinda liked. Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blacktextnb10"   style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;3 YEARS AGO TODAY (JUNE 6th, 2003)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old were you?:&lt;br /&gt;19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did you go to school?&lt;br /&gt;I just finished my first year at Penn State&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did you work?:&lt;br /&gt;KB Toys and Baltimore County Public Schools&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did you live?:&lt;br /&gt;At home in Perry Hall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was your hair style?&lt;br /&gt;A little longer and lighter than it is now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you wear glasses?:&lt;br /&gt;Nope, just contacts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was your best friend?:&lt;br /&gt;Matt, Elizabeth and Christina. Haha. Still them to this date...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was your boyfriend/girlfriend:&lt;br /&gt;Didn't have one, although it would've been a boy at the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was your celebrity crush?:&lt;br /&gt;Dave Matthews and Ryan Reynolds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was your regular-person crush?:&lt;br /&gt;Don't think I had one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many tattoos did you have?:&lt;br /&gt;None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many piercings did you have?:&lt;br /&gt;Seven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What car did you drive?&lt;br /&gt;The 1997 Cavalier I have now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your favorite band/group?:&lt;br /&gt;Dave Matthews Band ... obvi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your worst fear?:&lt;br /&gt;Being broke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had you smoked a cigarette yet?:&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had you gotten drunk or high yet?:&lt;br /&gt;Both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had you been to a real party yet?:&lt;br /&gt;Hell yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your main goal?:&lt;br /&gt;To get an internship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had your heart broken?:&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had broken someones heart?:&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA HA HA!!! LETS SEE WHAT YOU ARE NOW !!!!! (June 6th, 2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old are you?:&lt;br /&gt;22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What grade are you in?&lt;br /&gt;Senior, bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you go to school?&lt;br /&gt;Penn State, law school next fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you work?:&lt;br /&gt;Americans United for Separation of Church and State&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you live?:&lt;br /&gt;Home in Perry Hall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you hang out?:&lt;br /&gt;The Skeller, Mad Mex and Chum's at school. Howl at the Moon, Manhattan, Damon's and my house at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have braces?:&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wear glasses?:&lt;br /&gt;Still contacts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still talk to any of your old friends?:&lt;br /&gt;Yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your celebrity crush?:&lt;br /&gt;Still Dave, but I've added a couple of L Word actresses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many tattoos do you now have?:&lt;br /&gt;Two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many piercings have you had?:&lt;br /&gt;Eleven, now ten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of car do you have?&lt;br /&gt;Cavalier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite singer/group?:&lt;br /&gt;DMB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your biggest fear?:&lt;br /&gt;Failure and death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you smoked a cigarette yet?:&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you been to a real party?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your main goal:&lt;br /&gt;Get into a decent law school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has your heart been broken?:&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you broken someones heart?:&lt;br /&gt;Maybe ... not really sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69 Random Questions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Do you have a penis?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Do you pray?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Are you in love?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Ever wish on stars?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)Do you believe in karma.&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) What's your zodiac sign?&lt;br /&gt;Capricorn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Have you ever almost died?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Ever broken any bones?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Do you cry during sad movies?&lt;br /&gt;Haha yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Do you like to dance?&lt;br /&gt;I can't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Ever laid under the stars?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Ever sat on a rooftop?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Is there such thing as a soul mate?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Could you live without the television?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Could you live without music?&lt;br /&gt;Hellllllll no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Do you have any self-inflicted scars?&lt;br /&gt;Don't think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) What do you dislike the most about life?&lt;br /&gt;Right now, long distances&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Have you ever been to jail?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Ever had a job for less than a day?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) Ever been fired on your first day?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Ever been fired because of your attitude?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) Do you get jealous of other people?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) Would you rather love someone or be loved?&lt;br /&gt;Be loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) What's under your bed right now?&lt;br /&gt;A blanket, a computer, printer, posters and handcuffs. Don't ask!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) Ever done anything illegal?&lt;br /&gt;Of course. Doing something illegal right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) Ever dumped somebody?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) How cool are you?&lt;br /&gt;Very&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) Do you support abortion?&lt;br /&gt;Yes I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) Do you believe in God?&lt;br /&gt;Not sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) Did you graduate high school?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) Do you wear the same clothes two days in a row?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) Have you ever driven someone crazy?&lt;br /&gt;Yes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) Ever bullied someone?&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34) Ever done the Macarena?&lt;br /&gt;Still do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35) Do you act your age?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36) Is it okay to disrespect your parents?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37) Do you flush the toilet when you're done?&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38) How long do you stay in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;Fifteen minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39) What kind of soap do you use?&lt;br /&gt;DOVE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40) Are mullets cool?&lt;br /&gt;Never were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41) Spiderman, Batman, or Superman?&lt;br /&gt;Batman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42) Do you like your middle name?&lt;br /&gt;HATE IT!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43) whats your favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44) Has anyone ever cheated on you?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47) Favorite flower?&lt;br /&gt;Roses ... in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48) Have you ever shaved your head?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49) Do you think marijuana should be legal for medicinal use?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50) Do you think it is okay to drink and drive?&lt;br /&gt;Never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51) If you won $1 million dollars, what would you buy first?&lt;br /&gt;A Wrangler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52) Do you fear terrorism?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54) What's your favorite candle scent?&lt;br /&gt;Beach Walk!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55) Do you use profanity?&lt;br /&gt;Never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56) Who's the last person you talked to on AIM?&lt;br /&gt;Matt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57) What's something you're ashamed of?&lt;br /&gt;Not going there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58) What woke you up last night?&lt;br /&gt;Stomach ache&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59) What did you dream about last night?&lt;br /&gt;How I wanted to kick Anderson Cooper's ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60) Ever been to the zoo?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61) How many beers did you have today?&lt;br /&gt;None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62) What's the last movie watched?&lt;br /&gt;MEAN GIRLS!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63) Are you usually late or on time?&lt;br /&gt;Early&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64) What's a cartoon you watch?&lt;br /&gt;Family Guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65) Do you have any imaginary friends?&lt;br /&gt;WTF no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66) Are you waiting on something right now?&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68) Who's ugly?&lt;br /&gt;Nancy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69) Are you worried about something?&lt;br /&gt;Surgery...&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/22697754-114962965224419461?l=puck028.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puck028.blogspot.com/feeds/114962965224419461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22697754&amp;postID=114962965224419461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22697754/posts/default/114962965224419461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22697754/posts/default/114962965224419461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puck028.blogspot.com/2006/06/three-years-ago-today-and-today.html' title='Three Years Ago Today and Today'/><author><name>Puck028</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603861037976517607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22697754.post-114787695355646672</id><published>2006-05-17T10:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T10:45:48.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday Is A Winding Road...</title><content type='html'>Just saw this and figured I'd fill it out. No real update today but at least it gives more info about me and gives you something to read...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;I am a cuddler -- true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a morning person -- false&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a perfectionist -- true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am an only a child -- kinda true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently in my pajamas -- true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently suffering from a broken heart -- false&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am okay at styling other people's hair -- false&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am left handed -- false&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am online 24/7, even as an away message -- true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very shy around the opposite/same gender at first -- eh kinda true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bite my nails-- false&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be paranoid at times -- very true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I currently regret something I have said -- false&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get mad I curse frequently -- true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like anyone -- false wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy country music -- true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy jazz music -- true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy smoothies -- false&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy talking on the phone -- false -- i enjoy texting on the phone, but I do enjoy calls from a certain someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a car -- true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have/had a hard time paying attention at school -- true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot to learn -- probably true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a pet -- true and she is right next to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a secret that I am ashamed to reveal -- false&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have all my grandparents -- true, although I could do without one of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have at least one brother and/or sister -- true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been to Europe -- false til next summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been told that I am smart -- true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been told that I have an unusual sense of humor -- very true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have broken a bone -- surprisingly false&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have Caller I.D. on my phone -- true ... of everyone. wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have bathed with someone -- true  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have changed a diaper -- true, but not for a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have changed a lot as a person over the past year -- omg so true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color -- false&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had major/minor surgery -- true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have killed another person -- true ... 23 men this weekend alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had my hair cut within the last week -- false&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had the cops called on me -- probably true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have kissed someone I knew I shouldn't -- very true&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2039/2313/1600/n9309580_31929148_3882.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2039/2313/320/n9309580_31929148_3882.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at my purse!! Thanks, Patrick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/22697754-114787695355646672?l=puck028.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puck028.blogspot.com/feeds/114787695355646672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22697754&amp;postID=114787695355646672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22697754/posts/default/114787695355646672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22697754/posts/default/114787695355646672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puck028.blogspot.com/2006/05/everyday-is-winding-road.html' title='Everyday Is A Winding Road...'/><author><name>Puck028</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603861037976517607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22697754.post-114762500401025462</id><published>2006-05-14T12:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T12:43:24.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Live Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2039/2313/1600/2901753260090108630RLUccB_ph.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2039/2313/320/2901753260090108630RLUccB_ph.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for not posting in what seems like an eternity but I've been busy with life and such. I returned from State College yesterday after a week of drunken gallivanting with some Collegian kids. Definitely good but bittersweet times. Congrats to the newest round of Penn State grads ... it won't be the same without you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But onto more "blog worthy" things. Today's topic: polygamy (http://www.cnn.com/2006/US/05/06/wanted.polygamist.ap/index.html). Can't say I'm a huge fan of it in general, but in the grand scheme of things, is it really the worst thing ever? I doubt it. As long as those involved are of age and consenting, perhaps law enforcement officials should go after harder criminals. I realize Jeffs is accused of marrying young children into these sects, and for that he should be pursued and punished. But it seems this is an excuse to exploit everyone involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What bothers me the most is the attention CNN has paid to this topic. Every time I turn around I see another special on the network about Jeffs and polygamy. CNN has used the developments in this case to "bring attention to this problem," but where is CNN and where are these specials when serial killers are on the run?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also don't claim to know a whole lot about Mormonism, but it does seem as though those who practice it are getting a bad rap. Most people blindly assume all Mormons are polygamists, which certainly isn't true. While I do not support Mormon practices or a lot of the views of LDS church members, such an assumption is ignorant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. I suppose there are other things to be done today. Certainly there has to be a ball game on somewhere. I'll update more in the coming days, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2039/2313/1600/2608483400090108630nEiURc_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2039/2313/320/2608483400090108630nEiURc_ph.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/22697754-114762500401025462?l=puck028.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puck028.blogspot.com/feeds/114762500401025462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22697754&amp;postID=114762500401025462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22697754/posts/default/114762500401025462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22697754/posts/default/114762500401025462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puck028.blogspot.com/2006/05/live-forever.html' title='Live Forever'/><author><name>Puck028</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603861037976517607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22697754.post-114653399074481799</id><published>2006-05-01T21:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T13:42:39.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'>May Day ... CORRECTION</title><content type='html'>I found this in Liz's blog and kinda liked it. Here ya go, folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A list of "Six Thing You Must Know About Me":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1. I have seen every episode of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt; at least five times. I quote the show ... a lot. It can get annoying, but I really can't stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   2. I despise doing laundry. I'm really not sure why, it's just a pain in the ass to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   3. I can say the alphabet backwards and am working on learning how to do the Rubik's Cube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   4. A lot of people assume, for whatever reason, that I rely on my parents, specifically my mom, to do everything for me. Although my mom still does a lot for me as a 22 year old, I am pretty self-sufficient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   5. I am secretly in LOVE with old school Madonna and rock out to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Immaculate Collection&lt;/span&gt; at every chance I get. "Borderline" for life!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   6. Going along with Liz's theme for the last one, I want to learn Spanish. I just wish I were better at it. (Sorry for those of you who saw the first version of this blog. I read Liz's wrong and thought she wanted to learn Irish for Rachel. My bad).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there you have that extra-special glimpse into my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22697754-114653399074481799?l=puck028.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puck028.blogspot.com/feeds/114653399074481799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22697754&amp;postID=114653399074481799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22697754/posts/default/114653399074481799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22697754/posts/default/114653399074481799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puck028.blogspot.com/2006/05/may-day-correction.html' title='May Day ... CORRECTION'/><author><name>Puck028</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603861037976517607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22697754.post-114489920181597215</id><published>2006-04-12T23:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T23:33:21.863-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If you don't stand for something, you'll fall for anything...</title><content type='html'>From 9 a.m. - 5 p.m. Tuesday, I participated in the annual Penn State Day of Silence. Let me tell you, as an EXTREMELY talkative person, this experience nearly killed me. Technically I did not stay silent for the entire day because my ridiculous Spanish professor called on me to read something in class. I couldn't say no because I need the points and he doesn't speak English well, so I knew he wouldn't understand. But I did not speak English at all for the eight hours. At first it was difficult, but then I adjusted. As sad as that sounds, I got used to being forced not to talk. And the day certainly provided me with the opportunity to reflect on the various forms of oppression in our society. Basically if you're not a straight, white man, you're screwed. And that got me thinking because I have a lot of straight, white male friends. Throughout the day I ran into a couple of them and I wondered if it ever becomes apparent to any of them how great they have it. I also wondered if any of them will actually use that power to positively promote social change. Hopefully they will, but I doubt it. Why give up something so good to help others? I guess maybe I'm just jaded. Or maybe I'm just a realist, who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But onto more superficial things. By about hour six I had become adjusted to having to talk with my hands but my mouth and throat were aching, I suppose from lack of use. I also had a headache, which I attributed to all the words I would have said just hanging out in my head. I don't know, it made sense. In the end I'm glad I did it, even if I didn't change a damn thing. At least I took a stand. And as a wise person once said, if you don't stand for something, you'll fall for anything...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22697754-114489920181597215?l=puck028.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puck028.blogspot.com/feeds/114489920181597215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22697754&amp;postID=114489920181597215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22697754/posts/default/114489920181597215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22697754/posts/default/114489920181597215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puck028.blogspot.com/2006/04/if-you-dont-stand-for-something-youll.html' title='If you don&apos;t stand for something, you&apos;ll fall for anything...'/><author><name>Puck028</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603861037976517607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22697754.post-114473401087371873</id><published>2006-04-11T01:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T01:40:10.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day of Silence...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please understand my reasons for not speaking today. I am participating in the PSU Day of Silence, a movement to protest the silence faced by people in minority or oppressed groups, because of their age, sex, sexual/affectional orientation, sexual/gender identity, gender, size, race, ethnicity, victimization/survival of violence or sexual assault, physical, mental and/or emotional disability, physical and mental health, socioeconomic class, moral, political, ethical, religious/spiritual beliefs or lack thereof. My deliberate silence echoes that silence, which is caused by harassment, prejudice, and discrimination. I believe that ending the silence is the first step toward fighting these injustices. Think about the voices you are not hearing today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I will be participating in the Day of Silence. I think it is a very worthy cause and I hope it brings a lot of attention to various social injustices. There are a lot of things going on throughout the day, so try to stop by one or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Throughout the day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will have a few tables on the ground floor of the HUB all day with board games, a scrapbook to express your thoughts, feelings, &amp; experiences, and materials to make your own posters for the march and demonstrations.  Come hang out with us on your down time and enjoy the comfort of being surrounded by others taking the pledge.  We encourage everyone to attend as many events throughout the day as possible.  Even those of you who, for whatever reason, cannot take the pledge with us, show your support by joining us in any of the many events throughout the day.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Minute-to-Minute Events:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:50 – Meet at bottom of stairs in HUB for the countdown to silence&lt;br /&gt;10:00 – Pledge of silence begins&lt;br /&gt;11:30 – Gather in front of HUB (on Pollock) for the silent march&lt;br /&gt;11:45 – Step off on silent march down Pollock toward west campus&lt;br /&gt;1:00-1:30 – Silent Demonstration at Old Main&lt;br /&gt;3:00-3:30 – Silent Demonstration at IST patio&lt;br /&gt;4:00-5:00 – Silent Demonstration outside Palmer Art Museum&lt;br /&gt;5:45-6:00 – Head to Kern Building for Evening Celebration!&lt;br /&gt;6:00-8:00 – EVENING CELEBRATION (Kern Lobby)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Silent March:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year we are having a silent march!  It will be approximately 55 minutes long (11:45 – 12:40).  Feel free to join us for any or all of it.  While we won’t be stopping anywhere along the way, we can provide you with approximate “pick-up” points where latecomers can meet up with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:45 – Step off from HUB&lt;br /&gt;11:53 – Pollock and Burrows (across the street from IST)&lt;br /&gt;12:05 – Palmer Art Museum (Pollock Rd.)&lt;br /&gt;12:13 – Bigler and Curtain (East Halls)&lt;br /&gt;12:25 – Bigler and Pollock&lt;br /&gt;12:40 – Return to HUB&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22697754-114473401087371873?l=puck028.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puck028.blogspot.com/feeds/114473401087371873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22697754&amp;postID=114473401087371873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22697754/posts/default/114473401087371873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22697754/posts/default/114473401087371873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puck028.blogspot.com/2006/04/day-of-silence.html' title='Day of Silence...'/><author><name>Puck028</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603861037976517607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22697754.post-114412422687065261</id><published>2006-04-04T00:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T00:17:06.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How 'bout them O's?</title><content type='html'>I personally hate the saying, but I figure I should probably give them some love for beating Tampa Bay today in the opener. Yea I know, it was just the bottom-dweller Devil Rays, but still, they're in first place in the A.L. East now. Can't complain, even if it only lasts a day. Here's hoping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think right now I'm going to say the Mets are going to go all the way. Yea, they're my pick this year. I don't know who they'll be facing in October, but they'll be there. Sorry Phillies fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But back to the birds, go get 'em boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2039/2313/1600/oriole70.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2039/2313/320/oriole70.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't want to see a park like this go to waste...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/22697754-114412422687065261?l=puck028.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puck028.blogspot.com/feeds/114412422687065261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22697754&amp;postID=114412422687065261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22697754/posts/default/114412422687065261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22697754/posts/default/114412422687065261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puck028.blogspot.com/2006/04/how-bout-them-os.html' title='How &apos;bout them O&apos;s?'/><author><name>Puck028</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603861037976517607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22697754.post-114369711913208599</id><published>2006-03-30T00:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T00:40:11.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To Brighten Your Day...</title><content type='html'>Just something I stumbled across when I should have been doing work. Enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that scissors can beat paper, and I get how rock can beat scissors, but there's no fucking way paper can beat rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paper is supposed to magically "wrap around" rock, leaving it immobile? Why the hell can't paper do this to scissors? Screw scissors, why can't paper do this to people? Why aren't sheets of college-ruled notebook paper constantly suffocating students as they attempt to take notes in class?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you why, because paper can't beat anyone. A rock would tear that shit up in about two seconds. When I play Rock/Paper/Scissors, I always choose rock. Then when someone claims to have beaten me with their paper, I can punch them in the face with my already clenched fist and say "Oh shit, I'm sorry ... I thought paper would protect you, asshole."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a random music quote because each entry has to have some kind of musical reference:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, how are you doing today?&lt;br /&gt;I hope I find you feeling healthy&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad our paths crossed this time today&lt;br /&gt;On our way into the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We find love hiding here in the shadows in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;maybe, it's up to you and I to bring to the night&lt;br /&gt;Love as I approach the tears they fall like rain you tell me&lt;br /&gt;Baby your hearts into a thousand pieces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now stop only old and wise, with clouded eyes,&lt;br /&gt;You can't see what I can't hide&lt;br /&gt;Blindly throw my faith to the face&lt;br /&gt;Of the next pretty girl that comes my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave the name of the song and band/singer in a comment and win a prize that has yet to be determined. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2039/2313/1600/P1010545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2039/2313/320/P1010545.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cozumel, Mexico. Photo by Jen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/22697754-114369711913208599?l=puck028.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puck028.blogspot.com/feeds/114369711913208599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22697754&amp;postID=114369711913208599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22697754/posts/default/114369711913208599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22697754/posts/default/114369711913208599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puck028.blogspot.com/2006/03/to-brighten-your-day.html' title='To Brighten Your Day...'/><author><name>Puck028</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603861037976517607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22697754.post-114343421265004608</id><published>2006-03-26T23:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T23:36:52.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That's So Gay!</title><content type='html'>But what does that mean? Each time I hear someone use this ridiculous expression, it takes all I have not to lash out at them. Now I wouldn't be lashing out in anger ... that really isn't my style. But I'd be lashing out in ignorance. What does this saying mean? Why do people say it? What do they mean? Honestly, I don't even think people who say it know what it means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like pretty much everyone else, I used to say "that's so gay" a lot of the time too. I said it, that is, until someone called me out on it. I was stunned. What did it mean, they asked. Well,  I didn't really know. I knew that most use it to mean "that's so stupid," but then when did being gay equate to being stupid? Most of the gay people I know are smarter than most of the straight people I know, so that can't be right. If we're talking in terms of literal definitions, do we really mean to say, "that's so men who sleep with men!" I don't think that could make any less sense. What the hell are we saying by saying that? So what if we change it up a little bit and use some other words. Would we ever say, "that's so straight," "that's so black," or "that's so German?" If not, then why are we saying "that's so gay?" I mean it's all relative, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's not out of rage that I ask the question, but out of sheer curiosity. I'm sure that there is a chance I might actually start using this phrase again if someone can actually give me a logical answer as to what it means. But until then, when you say "that's so gay," watch out for my wrath.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22697754-114343421265004608?l=puck028.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puck028.blogspot.com/feeds/114343421265004608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22697754&amp;postID=114343421265004608' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22697754/posts/default/114343421265004608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22697754/posts/default/114343421265004608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puck028.blogspot.com/2006/03/thats-so-gay.html' title='That&apos;s So Gay!'/><author><name>Puck028</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603861037976517607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22697754.post-114333227496482936</id><published>2006-03-25T19:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T19:19:26.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boston</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2039/2313/1600/DSCN0625.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2039/2313/320/DSCN0625.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just wanted to show off my new skills (thanks Liz).&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/22697754-114333227496482936?l=puck028.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puck028.blogspot.com/feeds/114333227496482936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22697754&amp;postID=114333227496482936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22697754/posts/default/114333227496482936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22697754/posts/default/114333227496482936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puck028.blogspot.com/2006/03/boston.html' title='Boston'/><author><name>Puck028</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603861037976517607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22697754.post-114317683773553128</id><published>2006-03-24T00:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T00:07:17.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you hear the dolphin's cry?</title><content type='html'>Not too much to update.  Debates have emerged over this summer's trip: Italy or a cruise. Leave your thoughts on both. A shout out to Liz and Larry who have commented recently. Thanks for the study abroad and picture advice. Here's something fun to get you through your Friday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guns don't kill people. Chuck Norris kills people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck Norris has two speeds: walk and kill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck Norris can divide by zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck Norris counted to inifinity ... twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck Norris doesn't go hunting ... he goes killing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck Norris lost his virginity before his dad did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Chuck Norris-delivered Roundhouse Kick is the preferred method of execution in 16 states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck Norris can believe it's not butter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table background="images/center_back.gif" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="bottom" width="590"&gt;&lt;span class="style1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spreadshirt.com/shop.php?sid=19781&amp;product_id=1172531"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;              &lt;tr&gt;         &lt;td height="30"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td valign="bottom"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22697754-114317683773553128?l=puck028.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puck028.blogspot.com/feeds/114317683773553128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22697754&amp;postID=114317683773553128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22697754/posts/default/114317683773553128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22697754/posts/default/114317683773553128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puck028.blogspot.com/2006/03/can-you-hear-dolphins-cry.html' title='Can you hear the dolphin&apos;s cry?'/><author><name>Puck028</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603861037976517607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22697754.post-114308903062428311</id><published>2006-03-22T23:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T23:43:50.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Raining Men</title><content type='html'>OK, so it's really not but I'm watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Birdcage&lt;/span&gt; and figured it was an appropriate title. I don't really have too much to say, but I've been getting some feedback about this thing from the fans and I wanted to please them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However I have not gotten feedback on the whole Mac issue. Still kinda in need of that, but I'm a little more adjusted now so it's ok. Life is going well, kinda. I'm really really busy and way tired all the time, but I'm doing well in school and somewhat in life, so that's good. I was dealt a setback this morning, something very traumatic actually. My mom said she won't pay for Semester at Sea. Damn her. Now I need to solicit $20,000 from other people or adandon the trip all together. I'd say both are equally likely. Leave feedback. This could be an amazing trip but a huge financial setback. But enough about me, let's talking about things that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;New York Times&lt;/span&gt; article over the weekend discussing a recent television trend ... killing off lead characters. To be honest, I probably wouldn't have read it had it not included the mug of one Erin Daniels (the late Dana on Showtime's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The L Word&lt;/span&gt;) but nevertheless I read it. And as I did, I thought about how shitty it was that Dana lost her life to cancer. I mean, this is television, it's essentially a fairytale, right? But then I got to thinking about how I've always said I wish television were more like real life, because it seldom is. So now here I am, part of me is glad that television is becomming more real, and part of me wants Dana back. Come on now, she was hot. But I guess we're all in love with reality t.v., and the more real something can be, the better. As if we don't get enough of a reality kick in the ass everyday of our lives. Ah well, at least there's still Carmen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright I'm off to finish this kickass column, which will certainly piss off more than a few people on Friday, so check that out! Buenos noches!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22697754-114308903062428311?l=puck028.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puck028.blogspot.com/feeds/114308903062428311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22697754&amp;postID=114308903062428311' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22697754/posts/default/114308903062428311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22697754/posts/default/114308903062428311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puck028.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-raining-men.html' title='It&apos;s Raining Men'/><author><name>Puck028</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603861037976517607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22697754.post-114287635330849741</id><published>2006-03-20T12:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T12:39:13.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Forbidden Fruit</title><content type='html'>Hello all. Sorry it has been quite a while since my last post (nearly a month if you want to get technical) but I've been busy with this life thing. To make a long story short, I'm in the middle of switching computers which is such a pain in the ass. I suppose it would be a lot easier if I were just switching computers, but I have also decided to switch platforms, which is an even BIGGER pain in the ass. Hopefully one day I will realize all of my efforts were worth it, but until then, living in limbo between the PC and Mac world isn't too fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes, the spring break. It was a couple of weeks ago and a smashing good time. Boston/Cambridge/Harvard was to die for, as always. If I can ever figure out how to post pictures in here, maybe you will get to see (hint hint to all the people out there who do know how to do that, drop me a line). After returning home from that excursion, Baltimore was nice and relaxing. The weather was surprisingly nice and the beer was free-flowing. Oh the joys of being young and legal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm back to the real world and hating every minute of it. I reckon it's calling me now, so off to the office I go. Please do leave those comments about pictures, Macintoshs and anything else that may strike your fancy. They're a hoot to read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22697754-114287635330849741?l=puck028.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puck028.blogspot.com/feeds/114287635330849741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22697754&amp;postID=114287635330849741' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22697754/posts/default/114287635330849741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22697754/posts/default/114287635330849741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puck028.blogspot.com/2006/03/forbidden-fruit.html' title='The Forbidden Fruit'/><author><name>Puck028</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603861037976517607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22697754.post-114100737699907924</id><published>2006-02-26T21:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T21:42:01.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On Saturday...</title><content type='html'>So I think I know why I'm not yet completely comfortable with this whole blog thing -- I've been taking it too seriously. I've been thinking of it more as something that needs to be deep and profound rather than a quick but interesting read. Hopefully now I'll be able to write some good, light-hearted blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note, the weekend was spectacular. Got out of State College for the second weekend in a row and ventured down to the good ol' Maryland/D.C./Virginia area. While I enjoy weekends here, I've also had a lot of fun away from this place the past two weekends. I think this weekend was especially fun because I had really never taken the time to appreciate the positive side of the hustle and bustle of D.C. life. I live just a hop, skip and a jump away from the D.C. metro area, and make the occasional visit for a concert, but I've never really done more than that. Now that I've moved away from the area and do not see it all the time I have a lot more respect for it. Such a pretentious area. How nice. But like I said, spectacular weekend ... minus the insane drink prices. Great to get away, see the Clarks, watch Weeds, spend time with friends and do absolutely no work. How relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But onto things that are not so spectacular ... banning abortion. The South Dakota state legislature is in the process of sending a bill on its way to Gov. Mike Rounds for his stamp of approval that would make performing an abortion a felony in the state. Why must this issue be challenged? And why is it likely that Roe will be overturned? So depressing. Who wants to move to Canada with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The New York Times article:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2006/02/26/weekinreview/26davey.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.nytimes.com/2006/02/26/weekinreview/26davey.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22697754-114100737699907924?l=puck028.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puck028.blogspot.com/feeds/114100737699907924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22697754&amp;postID=114100737699907924' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22697754/posts/default/114100737699907924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22697754/posts/default/114100737699907924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puck028.blogspot.com/2006/02/on-saturday.html' title='On Saturday...'/><author><name>Puck028</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603861037976517607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22697754.post-114066384976758932</id><published>2006-02-22T21:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T12:38:19.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in the Fast Lane...</title><content type='html'>Sure to make you lose your mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured I'd ease into this thing with a pretty light-hearted post tonight. Nothing too deep, just some random stuff about that thing we call life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, not really sure where it's taking me. Don't get me wrong, I'm sure most couldn't care less about my life or anything going on in it, but I'm attempting to enlist the services of the common reader. It seems I am at a fork in the road if you will, and I'm really not sure which way to go. Part of me wants to do this little thing called law school. And by little I mean 40 hours a week of reading, $150,000 worth of debt and a lifetime of what many would consider to be hell. But recently part of me has really wanted to check out graduate school for sociology or political science or something like that. Two very different worlds but one major decision I need to be making, and soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also need to decide where I would like to continue such post-graduate endeavors. Part of me has always wanted to live out west, specifically California, but do I really want to be that far away from my family and some good friends? I love it out there, but they are my family. I'm not really sure that I could experience anything like it on the East Coast, so which do I want more? Time with my family and long-time friends, or pursuit of some long-time goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, asking for some help from you, the reader. Leave a post, write a quick comment, drop me an IM. Do whatever you need to do, but I need some advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too much else really going on. I'm off to watch Sex and the City and kick back with some Yuengling. Who would've thought it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22697754-114066384976758932?l=puck028.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puck028.blogspot.com/feeds/114066384976758932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22697754&amp;postID=114066384976758932' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22697754/posts/default/114066384976758932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22697754/posts/default/114066384976758932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puck028.blogspot.com/2006/02/life-in-fast-lane.html' title='Life in the Fast Lane...'/><author><name>Puck028</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603861037976517607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22697754.post-114040396544207263</id><published>2006-02-19T21:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T21:52:45.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi, I'm new</title><content type='html'>At the urging of many of the fans, I have decided to take on the blog world. I'm not too sure of what to put in the first post, so I'll keep it short and sweet. Look for more commentary on social and political issues, as well as random tidbits about my everyday life in the coming days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22697754-114040396544207263?l=puck028.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puck028.blogspot.com/feeds/114040396544207263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22697754&amp;postID=114040396544207263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22697754/posts/default/114040396544207263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22697754/posts/default/114040396544207263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puck028.blogspot.com/2006/02/hi-im-new.html' title='Hi, I&apos;m new'/><author><name>Puck028</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00603861037976517607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
