<?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-7536061</id><updated>2011-07-30T17:23:34.436-07:00</updated><category term='Movies'/><title type='text'>frumix</title><subtitle type='html'>A blog. Named affectionately after a hot cook I used to work with at a restaurant.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>119</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-9024836101565399364</id><published>2009-01-17T19:52:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T20:15:41.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mystery of the Dissappearing Limes and the Mysteriously Appearing Lemons</title><content type='html'>Before I left for Christmas I noticed that some of my limes were turning slightly yellow.  I found this easy to explain in my head.  "They need to be picked, they are too ripe."  I committed myself to doing just that when I returned from vacation.  So, last Saturday I went out to harvest my limes.  Upon inspection of my tree I realized that all of my limes had grown to at least 150% of the normal size of limes.  I thought, "How fortunate I am, my limes are huge."  Then upon further inspection, I deduced that at least 95% (closer to 97.3%) of my limes were now a bright, I call it "lemony", yellow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was disturbed by this, because much of my reputation depends on being "The guy with the lime tree".  Besides it would be embarrassing to find out that what I had been calling (and giving to my classmates) a lime for 5 months was actually an unripe lemon.  This could not be.  So, I decided to test my hypothesis that though my limes may be superficially transformed, they were still catagorically limes on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cut one open and at first it smelled like lemonade, which is an inconclusive finding.  I decided that I was unfit to make the judgement.  I squeezed some the juice out of my lime and asked my mother-in-law to smell it.  The results were shocking.  She said it was lemon juice and that my lime tree was, in fact, a lemon tree.  I was crushed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that a week has past, though, I can finally admit that I am the owner of one of the most unique forms of life in the world - A tree that grows limes that turn into lemons!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-9024836101565399364?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/9024836101565399364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=9024836101565399364' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/9024836101565399364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/9024836101565399364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2009/01/mystery-of-dissappearing-limes-and.html' title='The Mystery of the Dissappearing Limes and the Mysteriously Appearing Lemons'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-3739878319850378167</id><published>2009-01-10T16:08:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T16:19:25.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Appraisal of this blog</title><content type='html'>I recently reread some of this blog, and contrary to my previous opinion not all of the posts were so stupid as to require immediate deletion.  So, for this blog there is a momentary reprieve from a certain future of inactivity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I recommit to blogging "every-once-in-a-while".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-3739878319850378167?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/3739878319850378167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=3739878319850378167' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/3739878319850378167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/3739878319850378167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2009/01/appraisal-of-this-blog.html' title='Appraisal of this blog'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-29300001110068205</id><published>2008-10-20T21:57:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T22:03:38.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bedtime with Lily</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I just want a drink, Dad."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How can I resist a bedside chat?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Ariel is a mermaid."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bedtime with Lily 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I need something, Dad."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What do you need? "Something."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Gator loves me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-29300001110068205?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/29300001110068205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=29300001110068205' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/29300001110068205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/29300001110068205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2008/10/bedtime-with-lily.html' title='Bedtime with Lily'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-4762058991494798927</id><published>2008-10-11T13:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T13:48:25.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiku to Weeknight Swimmeets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Park Terrace, Foothill Flyers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pool lights come on in the evening&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Swim fast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-4762058991494798927?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/4762058991494798927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=4762058991494798927' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/4762058991494798927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/4762058991494798927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2008/10/haiku-to-weeknight-swimmeets.html' title='Haiku to Weeknight Swimmeets'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-1182270415778772441</id><published>2008-10-01T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T22:30:14.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have no words</title><content type='html'>NO WORDS!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-1182270415778772441?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/1182270415778772441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=1182270415778772441' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/1182270415778772441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/1182270415778772441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-have-no-words.html' title='I have no words'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-4723008620854552625</id><published>2008-05-23T01:15:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T01:27:43.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Indiana Jones</title><content type='html'>I saw Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull today at 9 AM.  My initial reaction was similar to when I saw The Last Crusade: for a couple of minutes I seriously considered dropping all of my plans and becoming an "archeologist".  Of course when I saw The Last Crusade that feeling lasted a lot longer, but this time I returned to reality pretty quickly.  I believe that makes the movie a success, because it means that I got lost in the fun of the moments.  This the purpose of any Indiana Jones movie, so while I never thought this one better than Raiders of the Lost Ark, it fits nicely with the other movies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-4723008620854552625?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/4723008620854552625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=4723008620854552625' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/4723008620854552625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/4723008620854552625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2008/05/indiana-jones.html' title='Indiana Jones'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-1156192816257510445</id><published>2007-08-26T00:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T00:14:30.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I forgot I had this blog</title><content type='html'>I forgot I had this blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-1156192816257510445?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/1156192816257510445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=1156192816257510445' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/1156192816257510445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/1156192816257510445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-forgot-i-had-this-blog.html' title='I forgot I had this blog'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-4947974781066390445</id><published>2007-03-16T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T00:58:24.751-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>The 300</title><content type='html'>I'm sure by now that there are a multitude of stellar reviews of The 300.  I also saw the film and would like to add my praise.  The 300 is a fictional period piece that details the struggles of the little known cotton industry in Britain during the Industrial Revolution.  This particular story revolves around a young girl named Margie and her struggle to convince herself that everyone around her is not crazy (her father especially).  This plot may sound similiar to Record of the Lodoss Wars, and you would be correct in that assumption.  The 300 mesmerizes with its computer generated underage textile workers, although it is highly apparent that a green screen was used for every last one of the shots in 'the country'.  All in all, I loved the film, and I recommend it to anyone who found a lasting peace watching "The Creature Wasn't Nice" aka "Spaceship".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-4947974781066390445?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/4947974781066390445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=4947974781066390445' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/4947974781066390445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/4947974781066390445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2007/03/300.html' title='The 300'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-2932510962234359903</id><published>2007-02-26T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T03:27:46.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grilling Log (Glog)</title><content type='html'>Last week I grilled twice and I count both successful.  First, polish sausage.  Simple, yet delicious.  Next time I will watch them closer so they don't rupture before I pull them.  They were still juicy, but could have been more.&lt;br /&gt;Second, three "New York" Strip Steaks.  I used quotation marks because these were not the premium.  They were 3.99 a pound, but they turned out perfecto.  Of course, they were med rare (real med rare).  Luckily, there were three steaks, and only two of us (grown-ups) eating.  So, I had the task of eating two whole steaks.  I ate two mainly because I was so hungry, but also because I had eaten almost half of one of them before we even sat down to dinner (this is because I love the steak right off the grill).  Also, I ate them two because while there is nothing like a hot, freshly grilled steak, a cold, refrigerated two-day old steak does not appeal to me even when I'm hungry.  So unless I eat it fresh, it will probably sit in the frig.  All together though, I wasn't too disappointed about having to eat two steaks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-2932510962234359903?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/2932510962234359903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=2932510962234359903' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/2932510962234359903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/2932510962234359903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2007/02/grilling-log-glog.html' title='Grilling Log (Glog)'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-5613185834878478204</id><published>2007-02-21T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T00:57:50.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Powder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/Rdv7OX187gI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uB3yzriCuPg/s1600-h/P1030044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033893232853708290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/Rdv7OX187gI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uB3yzriCuPg/s320/P1030044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey everybody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-5613185834878478204?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/5613185834878478204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=5613185834878478204' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/5613185834878478204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/5613185834878478204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2007/02/powder.html' title='Powder'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/Rdv7OX187gI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uB3yzriCuPg/s72-c/P1030044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-680544622111930009</id><published>2007-02-13T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T01:52:01.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I cooked pork</title><content type='html'>For those of you who have never enjoyed a pork chop, well, until tonight I was among you. (Although I should not say I never enjoyed them, but I generally thought of them as among the drier meats.) Tonight, I grilled a couple of pork chops on my antiquated charcoal grill. The secret was to quickly sear both sides then move the coals and cook indirect style until they were done. They turned out really tasty, especially after I drizzled them in lime sauce. I should have taken a picture, but I don't have any batteries for my camera. Also, I saw V for Vendetta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-680544622111930009?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/680544622111930009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=680544622111930009' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/680544622111930009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/680544622111930009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-cooked-pork.html' title='I cooked pork'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-117065890394890839</id><published>2007-02-04T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T00:01:44.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paper Cut</title><content type='html'>I got a paper cut tonight while working my 12 hour shift that prevented me from playing D2 tonight.  It was the 12 hour shift that prevented me from playing, but the paper cut will not impair my ability to play in the future (near future).  Also, I would like to say that I have been disappointed with gmail lately.  Several very important messages have not been visible after they were sent or after I received them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began the part of my life where I am a pirate.  I am currently an English Baron with several hundred acres of land on some very nice islands in the Caribbean.  Also, I have discovered that I am quite the dancer and nautical strategizer.  I will add this to my resume shortly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-117065890394890839?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/117065890394890839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=117065890394890839' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/117065890394890839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/117065890394890839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2007/02/paper-cut.html' title='Paper Cut'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-116979587653667358</id><published>2007-01-26T00:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T00:17:56.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Steak Has No Sauce;  The Steak Needs No Sauce</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-116979587653667358?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/116979587653667358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=116979587653667358' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/116979587653667358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/116979587653667358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2007/01/steak-has-no-sauce-steak-needs-no.html' title='The Steak Has No Sauce;  The Steak Needs No Sauce'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-116976833032305452</id><published>2007-01-25T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T16:38:50.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Steak anyone??</title><content type='html'>I am just about to start up my grill/coals to cook a couple of New York Steaks that were on sale for 3.99 a pound, and I've got a couple more so if anybody wants one you should be here around 5:30.  Also, I found this excellent recipe for a lime marinate at : http://www.gortons.com/cookbook/rec_26.php.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just figured out how to add images so I wanted to show you all what it would look like if I was cooking salmon and shishkabobs at my old house and none of you showed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/136/469/1600/229390/Pictures%2013%20Aug%202005%20224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/136/469/320/670496/Pictures%2013%20Aug%202005%20224.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-116976833032305452?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/116976833032305452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=116976833032305452' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/116976833032305452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/116976833032305452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2007/01/steak-anyone.html' title='Steak anyone??'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-116927006216671845</id><published>2007-01-19T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T22:16:01.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just like I always said too, I have a steel face</title><content type='html'>Your results:&lt;BR&gt;&lt;B&gt;You are &lt;FONT SIZE=6&gt;Dr. Doom&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;TABLE&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Dr. Doom&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=70&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 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22%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;Riddler&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;HR ALIGN=LEFT NOSHADE SIZE=4 WIDTH=11&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt; 11%&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD WIDTH="250"&gt;Blessed with smarts and power but burdened by vanity.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://www.thesuperheroquiz.com/villain/pics/dr_doom.jpg"&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.thesuperheroquiz.com/villain"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click here to take the Supervillain Personality Quiz&lt;/A&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-116927006216671845?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/116927006216671845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=116927006216671845' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/116927006216671845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/116927006216671845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2007/01/just-like-i-always-said-too-i-have.html' title='Just like I always said too, I have a steel face'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-116849319181565973</id><published>2007-01-10T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T03:09:40.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ATTENTION ALL PLANETS OF THE SOLAR FEDERATION</title><content type='html'>I have returned from exile in Iraq, (where I dined on honeydew).  I have been back for about two months now, but I 've been so busy updating my email account profiles and top ten lists that I haven't been able to write something here.  In the future I pledge to attempt to try to keep this site free from the comment robot invaders, because if anyone finds out about how to make $1000 a week starring gooey eyed at a computer screen all day it will be directly from me.  In my new admistration I also pledge to invent a new robot that will combat the 'bad' robots, or magicians (whatever they are) that are taking over our society. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I haven't really been doing anything, but working on med school applications.  In the future I will be playing Diablo II in the evening after little girls go to bed, so maybe there could be a convergence, but only if all the planets align I'm sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-116849319181565973?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/116849319181565973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=116849319181565973' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/116849319181565973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/116849319181565973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2007/01/attention-all-planets-of-solar.html' title='ATTENTION ALL PLANETS OF THE SOLAR FEDERATION'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-111539335764579859</id><published>2005-05-06T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T08:30:32.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Season</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it is summer movie season already, it seems like yesterday we were all watching some movie last summer that we thought was soo good, but no one seems to remember anymore. Like The Village, or Riddick, or some other movie. Anyway, it seems we are on our way to another summer, and it seems inevitable - like the motion of the planets and sun.&lt;br /&gt;Well as I was saying the only movie worth seeing this summer so far is Episode 3: The Care Bear Stare, in which our hero takes the mantle of Grumpy Bear. So I would suggest that all of you get tickets to this movie because there won't be another good movie come out until next summer, or possibly the summer after that. (Although a critical look at the movie world reveals that its  possible that a good movie might never come out again.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-111539335764579859?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/111539335764579859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=111539335764579859' title='39 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/111539335764579859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/111539335764579859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2005/05/movie-season.html' title='Movie Season'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>39</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-111397960652789935</id><published>2005-04-19T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T23:46:46.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, I'm back.</title><content type='html'>So, I haven't blogged for a while because there are no blogging stations in Africa, or Latin America, whereever I was.  But on the night shift there is a computer especially for blogging.  I found out that I am going to have a little boy soon and I have decided to name him Numsee.  I am looking forward to battle the powers of evil with him as soon as he can walk, and teaching him the mysteries of the XboX.  Also, we will go fishing and play catch, and build forts and play soccer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the other news Star Wars 3 is almost out and I plan on seeing it.  For those of you who for ethical reasons did not see Sin City, let me tell you that it was a pretty interesting film, but I don't think I'll watch it again.  At the end I didn't really feel like it a worth my time.  There was nothing but the cinematic aspects that made it interesting, the characters were all kind of weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-111397960652789935?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/111397960652789935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=111397960652789935' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/111397960652789935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/111397960652789935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2005/04/well-im-back.html' title='Well, I&apos;m back.'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-111218568488462303</id><published>2005-03-30T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T05:39:39.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Late-Breaking News</title><content type='html'>I just accidently applied for a job online. I thought there would be a final submit button, but there wasn't see and my application was not quite complete. It is kind of embarrassing, and now I will never get that job as a pastry chef I so longed for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I haven't blogged in a while and its because I have been working so hard on my Fable character, who has developed substantial horns, red eyes, and an ominous red smoke that eminates from his person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really though, I haven't worked a night shift for a while and so I haven't had the necessary boredom to precipitate a blog. I just answered the phone.&lt;br /&gt;Is anyone going to see Sin City? I am. I'm also going to see Darbie O'Gill when its released on IMAX in a couple of months. They digitalized the king of leperachans as he rides away in the carriage it should be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a new LOST on tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-111218568488462303?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/111218568488462303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=111218568488462303' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/111218568488462303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/111218568488462303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2005/03/late-breaking-news.html' title='Late-Breaking News'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-111042987330802752</id><published>2005-03-09T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T04:04:27.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's reaching out to capture the moment?</title><content type='html'>The question of the day is this:  If you recently got a new job, just where is that money that mysteriously disappeared from Lut Gholein?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I just finished read &lt;em&gt;The Picture of Dorian Gray&lt;/em&gt; by Oscar Wilde.  After the flambouyant beginning of the book I enjoyed the rest of it, especially the parts about puppies.  Actually I just don't have much to say about it, there aren't puppies in it, but it made me think about that movie with Sean Connery in it.  I think it was sad that Dorian died just as decides to change, I think he should have given his "new" lifestyle a little more than a day to assess for a change in the portrait, he might not have been disappointed then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I played Brothers in Arms for the Xbox (of course).  This game was pretty cool, although I've only played it for a about 15 minutes.  It is a squad based first person shooter.  I'm not sure I want to buy it, but I wouldn't mind playing for a little bit longer.  I am going to buy Fable sometime soon, and possibly Battlefront, and probably Soul Calibur Du.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-111042987330802752?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/111042987330802752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=111042987330802752' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/111042987330802752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/111042987330802752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2005/03/whos-reaching-out-to-capture-moment.html' title='Who&apos;s reaching out to capture the moment?'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-111038165781826545</id><published>2005-03-09T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T08:20:57.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Binge TV</title><content type='html'>I'm coming down from a Law &amp; Order binge the past two days.  I watched too many episodes all in a row on two nights.  Now I am wondering why I wasted my time on tv, when I could have been cleaning my house or studying or playing Xbox or something.  Oh well, remorse.  Although, they were some good episodes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I want to go to bed, or drink some Kool-aid just so I can forget about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-111038165781826545?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/111038165781826545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=111038165781826545' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/111038165781826545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/111038165781826545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2005/03/binge-tv.html' title='Binge TV'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-110975482600509014</id><published>2005-03-02T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T02:13:46.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ms. Nelson is Missing</title><content type='html'>By "Ms. Nelson" I mean The Reimbursor.  If you haven't noticed he hasn't posted a blog for a couple of weeks now.  I urge all those who care about morals and ethics to post a slanderous comment on his blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This night, well actually last night now, I saw &lt;em&gt;The Incredibles&lt;/em&gt;-- Pixar Studio's classic depiction of a girl and her beloved dog on a cross country journey by rail set in the early 20th century.  It was emotional and stirring to see someone so dedicated to finding the treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow &lt;em&gt;LOST&lt;/em&gt; is on, and one should admit that it is a better show than &lt;em&gt;American Idol&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-110975482600509014?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/110975482600509014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=110975482600509014' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/110975482600509014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/110975482600509014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2005/03/ms-nelson-is-missing.html' title='Ms. Nelson is Missing'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-110966435100868057</id><published>2005-03-01T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T01:05:51.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I just say?....</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to point out the difficulty in recommending something to any of my siblings, or recieving a recommendation from them for that matter.  I don't know if it was me who did this to all of us, but someone did, possibly someone named Rob.  Anyway, back to where we should be:  If I tell one of my siblings that I like a movie, that statement predisposes them to not liking it, or possibly not even seeing it.  They may even become adamantly against the movie.  This creates at least two distinct problems:  1. We all miss out on movies/CDs/books/media we might enjoy simply because it was recommended us.  2. We feel wary of recommending something to someone because we know they won't want to see it after we've recommended it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine writing down all of the possible reasons for this behavior, but let me just say that it is ridiculous.  It really just doesn't make any sense.  Shouldn't we whose opinions, and tendencies are most similiar be able to recommend something without reverse opinionation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has nothing to do with anything specific, it just came to mind, and I do it to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-110966435100868057?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/110966435100868057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=110966435100868057' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/110966435100868057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/110966435100868057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2005/03/can-i-just-say.html' title='Can I just say?....'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-110928737102247465</id><published>2005-02-24T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T16:22:51.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too late to blog about something</title><content type='html'>When is it too late to blog about something?  Because two weeks ago someone stole the troop support magnets from off my car.  1st, my mom put those on my car which makes it much worse to steal them.  2nd, the purp who stole them did it while I was in church, and my car was parked in a church parking lot.  How low is that?  And I was only at church for an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also beat Fable, it was a pretty good ending, but I've concluded that I play that game too much when I have it.  I even played it after I beat it and there is nothing left to do in the game.  Although the ending makes it seem like you are "the man" for the whole world cause you just saved the world, but everyone treats you the same.  Someone even called me yellow, and so they died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, to continue my review of Open Water, I watched the end and it was disturbing, not so much scary, but good, the more I think about it, the more I like it.   It was one of those where the ending was unexpected and at first I didn't like it, cause it caught me off guard, but reflecting later on it I realized that it was a perfect ending, one that leaves you wondering still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anybody has information about the best RTS since Starcraft Please let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-110928737102247465?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/110928737102247465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=110928737102247465' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/110928737102247465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/110928737102247465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2005/02/too-late-to-blog-about-something.html' title='Too late to blog about something'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-110855923374469961</id><published>2005-02-16T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T06:11:52.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You think YOU had ME!</title><content type='html'>Unbeknownst to those who could never seem to stay up all night on Christmas eve (Reimbursor?) the presence of morning breath does not mean that you in fact slept at night. It usually happens about 4 AM whether you are asleep or awake, except that it is worse if you are awake, because you can feel it coming on and tasting oh so tasty, like an old MacDonald's Hamburger, not Cheeseburger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have watched half of &lt;em&gt;Open Water&lt;/em&gt;, and so far it is pretty good. I don't know how they did some of the shoots, because I heard there were no CG creatures used in the filming, and those sharks were really close and big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I've realized that it is not so much the scary movie that scares me, but it is the thinking about the scary movie after I've seen it. In particular it is the thinking about the scary movie a 4 AM (about morning breath time) and imagining Samara coming out the tv at my work or being behind a door I'm checking. Or softly humming the Resident Evil music while I make a snack all by myself when I'm getting sleepy. Despite these things I have decided that above all other movies at this time I want to see &lt;em&gt;Constantine&lt;/em&gt;, possibly because it could be so horrifically bad, or this might be a reflection of the poor selection of movies currently at the theatre. Possibly I feel some pressure to "like" or "want to see" at least some movie out, else I could be labeled as one who does not like movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, if you work at night, or get up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom, or to comfort a kiddie, remember the aliens, zombies, little girls with black hair, and people whose eyes can turn white on demand, but above all else remember your ten demon bag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-110855923374469961?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/110855923374469961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=110855923374469961' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/110855923374469961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/110855923374469961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2005/02/you-think-you-had-me.html' title='You think YOU had ME!'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-110844270615837158</id><published>2005-02-14T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T21:45:06.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Bleep!</title><content type='html'>I went swimming this morning and it was so great.  I am so much more bouyant than I was when I wasn't so fat.  I am also so weak, that I could only do 1000 yards in about 45 minutes.  I am ashamed of myself.  Oh well, it still felt good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been snowing all day again, and I am so tired, but I got called into work early and now I don't get to sleep until morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the flip-side, my ever so cool wife rented Open Water for me for Valentine's.  It was quite the surprise.  I haven't watched it, but I can't wait.  It might be awful, but its got to be better than Stargate SG-1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-110844270615837158?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/110844270615837158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=110844270615837158' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/110844270615837158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/110844270615837158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2005/02/valentines-bleep.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Bleep!'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-110801119040570442</id><published>2005-02-09T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T21:53:10.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Pox on Corporate America</title><content type='html'>I recently read a blog that eloquently spelled out my feelings about McMerica.  All I have to say about it is that sometimes I think we would all be better off if we had to farm our own food, but I guess there are always side-effects of progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the otherside, it is hard to boycott all corporate commercialism, I mean I like my Xbox, and my car.   But I don't like Chili's or Olive Garden, if that makes a difference. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I haven't had time to blog lately, it seems like there is always someone named "Big Brother" looking over my shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This question is for everyone:  Why was the pet duck in the movie &lt;em&gt;Journey to the Center of the Earth&lt;/em&gt; more important than the main characters and more funny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-110801119040570442?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/110801119040570442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=110801119040570442' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/110801119040570442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/110801119040570442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2005/02/pox-on-corporate-america.html' title='A Pox on Corporate America'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-110751125014542068</id><published>2005-02-04T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T03:00:50.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tribute to Fable</title><content type='html'>Alas, my time spent with Fable is over, I had to return it tonight.  In honor of our time together here are a few highlights of the life of my hero :  Ranger.  His major accomplishment was to sneak into a house at night and kill the occupants as they woke from their peaceful slumber, shortly after the killing Ranger acquired the house and rented it to other people who looked suspiciously similiar to those he had killed.  Also, he got married, a couple of times, and "relaxed in the bed" a couple of times.  He wiped out half of the village he was born in because its occupants would not allow him to steal a shirt.  He also almost beat the game, but I guess we'll have to rent it again to find out what happens next.&lt;br /&gt;And he did all of this while retaining a clear halo over his white haired head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I said, I had to return it tonight, but I didn't, so I'll probably play some more this morning after work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-110751125014542068?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/110751125014542068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=110751125014542068' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/110751125014542068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/110751125014542068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2005/02/tribute-to-fable.html' title='A Tribute to Fable'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-110738695197284175</id><published>2005-02-02T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T16:29:11.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick</title><content type='html'>I have been playing Fable, and my life there is more exciting that here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, people at Borders think I'm stand-offish, and mean.  I guess I was taught well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-110738695197284175?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/110738695197284175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=110738695197284175' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/110738695197284175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/110738695197284175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2005/02/quick.html' title='Quick'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-110664213553384192</id><published>2005-01-25T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T01:35:35.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chester Copperpot!</title><content type='html'>The grabbing hands grab all they can&lt;br /&gt;All for themselves, after all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was recently made aware of a certain propensity of a person I know to watch a certain tv show and I must say that it borders on addiction.  As I was thinking however, it might be better to be addicted to one tv show.  Whenever anyone says they watch a tv show faithfully, I always think "you slave", and feel better than them because I don't really have a show.  Then I realized that I'll just watch anything.  Instead of spending one or two hours with a show I have an emotional/psycological/physical/gastronomical/palentological investment in, I will spend more time watching a bunch of shows that I have no reason to watch -  they just happen to be on at the time.  So as usual, I am proved wrong in my petty conceit, self-centeredness, and like of sharks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-110664213553384192?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/110664213553384192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=110664213553384192' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/110664213553384192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/110664213553384192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2005/01/chester-copperpot.html' title='Chester Copperpot!'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-110620148545332290</id><published>2005-01-19T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T23:11:25.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Up All Night</title><content type='html'>If any of you is like me, and there are a few of you that are, Rob in particular, then you will be staying up late to watch &lt;em&gt;American Werewolf in London&lt;/em&gt;.  The show is on AMC, so for those of you without cable I will tape it for you, but I'll have to ask Smeagol which tape I can use first.  So, I'll be up late on a Wednesday because the show doesn't start until 12:30 AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you watched L*O*S*T tonight I will tell you what you think.  I think we have a Star Trek clone going on.  Have you seen the episode where the guys land on a planet and Kirk gets in a fight with one of his old friends, and they get strafed by German warplanes?  Well also in the episode Kirk, and Spock are attacked by a tiger out of nowhere.   Come to find out that on this planet anything you think is 'magically' manufactured for you pleasure, so the name of the game is controlling your thoughts.  If you saw the show you know where I'm going with this.  Is Walt some kind of magic child, perhaps his real name is Harry Potter, because there was heavy allusion to the polar bear in the comic and the gigantic polar bear that attacks him later.  Anyway, as for any show it would be better if it had William Shatner, but I'll take it as it is anyway.  Also, was the preview for a new episode or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-110620148545332290?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/110620148545332290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=110620148545332290' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/110620148545332290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/110620148545332290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2005/01/up-all-night.html' title='Up All Night'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-110613580472981720</id><published>2005-01-19T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T04:56:44.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soggy Cookies</title><content type='html'>Does anyone else pack a lunch for work anymore?  Or does everyone live so close to work that they don't have to?  Or is your job the kind where your work won't get out of control if you leave?  Well, in case you don't know.  When you pack your Nilla wafers with a sandwich in a small rubbermaid container it is inevitable that you will have soggy cookies by the time you get to have lunch at 4:50 AM.  Don't worry though, they still taste good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I was watching tv and I saw a show called "GED vs. PHD".  It was basically wrestle mania except in the business world sense of lying and gain-saying, and nay-saying.  I talked with The Reimbursor about this and I'm putting my money on the GED'ers because they've got the brawn and they were raised on the street - it's all good, baby, baby.  For them It was all a dream, They used to read Word Up magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-110613580472981720?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/110613580472981720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=110613580472981720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/110613580472981720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/110613580472981720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2005/01/soggy-cookies.html' title='Soggy Cookies'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-110560507409186056</id><published>2005-01-13T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T01:33:57.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When you wake up with the TV on</title><content type='html'>The word on the street is that there's this new dude in town buying up all kinds of explosives, but don't nobody know his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as the TV being on when you wake up, well, I guess I just think that is sad. So recently I watched &lt;em&gt;King Arthur&lt;/em&gt;. It was exactly what I've come to espect from anything with Jerry Bruckheimerdinger's name on it - shallow plot, shallow relationships, over-emphasized action and sex, and brainless twits saying cliche lines. If you can possibly overlook these things you might enjoy this movie. You also might enjoy &lt;em&gt;Gigli. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly enough, there is still snow on the ground. Yesterday I discovered that I could run and jump as high as I can and fall face first into the snow and not be harmed. I can also do a flip, and a twist into the snow without the least harm. And it is surprisingly easy to tackle my wife into the snow with no adverse reprecussions. I also tried to declare today "SNOW DAY", but I got laughed off balcony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion there is no downside to the snow, or monkeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - I didn't get to watch LOST tonite.  What happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-110560507409186056?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/110560507409186056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=110560507409186056' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/110560507409186056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/110560507409186056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2005/01/when-you-wake-up-with-tv-on.html' title='When you wake up with the TV on'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-110546319731977930</id><published>2005-01-11T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T10:06:37.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So much SNOW!</title><content type='html'>Over the past 3 days we have gotten about 3 feet of snow, and to make matters worse in those same three days I still have not purchased a 4 wheel drive vehicle.  On a brighter note, I did realize that between both of my cars I do have 4 wheels that drive, but neither a Camry or a Civic will make it up a hill with 6-8 inches of fresh snow it.  So I don't really know how I'm going to get home from work today, especially as I just barely made it to work this morning when it hadn't been snowing.  I guess I'll walk home, uphill, in the snow, barefoot, with no coat, and no food, and no watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also watched several movies this weekend.  1.&lt;em&gt; Resident Evil: Apocolypesea&lt;/em&gt; - for fans of the game it was pretty good.  It was great to see scenes pulled right from the game, and for them to try to make the "Clare" girl look like she did in the game.  2. &lt;em&gt;Not Another Teen Movie&lt;/em&gt; - Well, I laughed, but I'm glad I watched it on tv.  3. &lt;em&gt;Better Off Dead&lt;/em&gt; - This was the first time I watched it, and it was funny.  Especially the mom.  4. &lt;em&gt;Hero&lt;/em&gt; - Pretty good, but slow in places, and colorful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's about it.  I'm at work, so I should probably stop blogging and do my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-110546319731977930?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/110546319731977930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=110546319731977930' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/110546319731977930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/110546319731977930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2005/01/so-much-snow.html' title='So much SNOW!'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-110502511968265213</id><published>2005-01-06T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T08:27:06.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Garden State</title><content type='html'>I watched yet another yesterday as part of my new year's resolution to watch at least one movie worth twenty dollars a day. I watched &lt;em&gt;Garden State&lt;/em&gt;. For those of you who are aware of the late Zach Braff you would probably enjoy this movie since he wrote it and directed it. As I was not aware of him except by name until this movie, its possible that I might try watching his show now, since I liked the movie so much I watched it twice in one day instead of doing the dishes and cleaning the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I need to explain what it is about, all I will say is that it has a lot to do with dressing up in garbage bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's my latest dilemma: What am I going to do with all of those movies I own with questionable material when I have kids? I mean, do I really want my kids watching all of the butts in &lt;em&gt;Much Ado About Nothing&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also did anyone catch LOST last night?  What is with the little plane?  And how come they all can't get along?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-110502511968265213?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/110502511968265213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=110502511968265213' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/110502511968265213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/110502511968265213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2005/01/garden-state.html' title='Garden State'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-110491084309121467</id><published>2005-01-05T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T00:40:43.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tale of Two Movies</title><content type='html'>I watched two movies in the recent past.  The first one was &lt;em&gt;Around the World in 80 Days, &lt;/em&gt;with Jackie Chan.  If you haven't seen it and you are in need of some bizarre, unexpected humor.  Try this movie.  It reminded me of &lt;em&gt;Shaolin Soccer&lt;/em&gt; at times, because it so strange, but funny.  I wouldn't buy it, but it is wierd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tonite I watched &lt;em&gt;Shaun of the Dead&lt;/em&gt;, the british pseudo-spoof of zombie movies.  I say pseudo-spoof because it wasn't like &lt;em&gt;Spaceballs&lt;/em&gt;, but it also wasn't your typical zombie movie.  It wasn't for everyone though, if you know what I mean.  There was one really gory scene, but it was hard to be disgusted because I was laughing so hard.  I guess that in England they cuss more too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as recommendations go if you want to watch a somewhat strange movie you could watch either of these.  If you want to watch it with your kids, or roommates go for &lt;em&gt;Around the World&lt;/em&gt;.  If you are by yourself try &lt;em&gt;Shaun&lt;/em&gt;, but not in the dark because even though Shaun gets to beat on zombie with a cricket bat they would still be creepy all alone in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-110491084309121467?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/110491084309121467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=110491084309121467' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/110491084309121467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/110491084309121467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2005/01/tale-of-two-movies.html' title='A Tale of Two Movies'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-110484344252558162</id><published>2005-01-04T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T05:57:22.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharks and Whales</title><content type='html'>Sharks and whales freak me out.  In fact the ocean is just kind of scary in general.  That said, I am fascinated by it.  I just spent some time looking at pages dedicated to catching sharks and other large fish, and I must say it would be a huge thrill to catch a shark and eat it.  If anyone else wants to do this with me, just wait until I am wealthy and we'll go catch us a huge mako shark and have steaks for a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at this : &lt;a href="http://www.sharkfishing.us/default.htm"&gt;http://www.sharkfishing.us/default.htm&lt;/a&gt;    Imagine the smell of that thing.  I wish I lived by the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, since I am the only one blogging at the moment that means I have the final say on what is cool, and I say hammers and the color green are cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-110484344252558162?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/110484344252558162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=110484344252558162' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/110484344252558162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/110484344252558162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2005/01/sharks-and-whales.html' title='Sharks and Whales'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-110467692188306776</id><published>2005-01-02T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T07:42:01.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Blog</title><content type='html'>The first blog of a new year has special significance especially because I just watched a trailer for &lt;em&gt;XXX: The State of the Union&lt;/em&gt;.  This is yet another Vin Diesal movie sequel that does not star Vin Diesal.  Now as we all know, &lt;em&gt;2 Fast 2 Furious&lt;/em&gt; was not a bad movie, in fact, it was pretty funny, but without Mr. Diesal it will not be remembered as the classic that its predecessor is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also just watched &lt;em&gt;The Kingdom of Heaven&lt;/em&gt; trailer and I would agree with Smeagol on this one.  There is too much Orlando Bloom.  And I don't really believe that he could beat up anyone without elf powers, he is too little.  Ridley Scott should have tried to get Russell Crowe to reprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as the new year goes.  Well I just hope that at some point I am able to play Diablo II again.  That is my major goal, and New Year's Resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing to do in the middle of the night when you can't sleep and Law &amp; Order doesn't come on for a couple of hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-110467692188306776?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/110467692188306776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=110467692188306776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/110467692188306776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/110467692188306776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2005/01/new-years-blog.html' title='New Year&apos;s Blog'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-110445520242633521</id><published>2004-12-30T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T18:06:42.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Round-Up</title><content type='html'>I had a great Christmas.  Among other things I got an XBOX, which is pretty cool in my opinion.  I have been playing The Third Age and Halo 2.  I own The Third Age, so I am pretty far.  Right now I am defending Osgiliath with Faramir's measly help.  I want to try Fable next, since I've heard good things about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also has anyone read &lt;strong&gt;Dune&lt;/strong&gt;, or seen the movie?  It is pretty wierd, but kind of hynotic also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't watched much tv, except Fear Factor or Just Shoot Me late at night.  That is what happens when all I do is play a console.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-110445520242633521?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/110445520242633521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=110445520242633521' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/110445520242633521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/110445520242633521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2004/12/christmas-round-up.html' title='Christmas Round-Up'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-110377372928436989</id><published>2004-12-22T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T20:48:49.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Time is Buzzing in my Skull</title><content type='html'>I drove the long drive yesterday.  In doing so I discovered the secret to staying up beyond your natural ability - caffeine.  Unfortunately I drank too much and had to stop a whole bunch to use the bathroom, which coincidently keeps you awake also. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no other news, except that I saw Lemony Snicket's movie, which didn't really have much of Mr. Snicket in it.  It was a decent flick, I wish it had a few more lizards and unfortunate events in it.  I thought Jim Carrey was funny, and it didn't look like Harry Potter, or Shrek.  I liked it.  It was good, clean fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drink water for free at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-110377372928436989?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/110377372928436989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=110377372928436989' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/110377372928436989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/110377372928436989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2004/12/christmas-time-is-buzzing-in-my-skull.html' title='Christmas Time is Buzzing in my Skull'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-110323268309771588</id><published>2004-12-16T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T14:31:23.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Real Reality Show</title><content type='html'>Last night I watched like 4 hours of the tube.  First I watched the LOST, which was pretty good, but I wish it was just a movie so that I could learn what is going on faster instead of in ten years when the show ends.  Also I watched "The Real Gilligan's Island", it was of course addicting crap tv of the highest degree.  I wanted Ginger Rachel to stay on the show but she got voted off because of her ravishing former marriage to Rod Stewart and because for a model she showed surprising cunning in the intricacies of the game.  Now I hope the Skipper Jim wins because he has a beard and doesn't look like a model or anyone on tv these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since this a undercover blog I have to go, although oftimes my boss thinks I'm checking my email with this page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-110323268309771588?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/110323268309771588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=110323268309771588' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/110323268309771588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/110323268309771588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2004/12/real-reality-show.html' title='The Real Reality Show'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-110309521766329484</id><published>2004-12-15T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T00:20:17.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Latest Antics of LOTR fans</title><content type='html'>So I just got back from Wal-Mart like 5 hours ago where it was impossible to buy a copy of The Return of the King The Extended Edition (TROTKTEE).  Fortunately I had my people buy one for me last night at the earliest possible convience.  Hence, I watched all four hours of it tonite before coming here to work, and blog.  Of course, like the others it was awesome, especially the added scenes with Gilbert Grape, and the Fogler.  The best is when Fogler tells Aragorn to try the New Southwestern Philly Mc Cheesy Chicken Club Slub Special with only four grams of orc blood in it and Aragorn turns slowly to the Fogler and tells him that his sandwich was ruined by the Witch King.  Wait, wait this is the best part.  Fogler stands up and whips something quickly out from under his "Sandwich Artist" green shirt and says, "IT HAS BEEN REMADE!"  and Aragorn smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad that they added some new scenes, I'm also glad that they didn't add anything to the ending which took too long as it was anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-110309521766329484?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/110309521766329484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=110309521766329484' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/110309521766329484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/110309521766329484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2004/12/latest-antics-of-lotr-fans.html' title='The Latest Antics of LOTR fans'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-110302146054321865</id><published>2004-12-14T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T03:51:00.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Christmas Ornaments</title><content type='html'>I wish someone would get me a Christmas ornament with a Christmas Sagat.  Or a Christmas Spider -  whatever that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this weekend I made a couple of guys pass out either because of my rugged good looks or because of the needle I was sticking in their arm.  It was embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Spiderman 2, which is a good flick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-110302146054321865?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/110302146054321865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=110302146054321865' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/110302146054321865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/110302146054321865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2004/12/new-christmas-ornaments.html' title='New Christmas Ornaments'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-110243936707729428</id><published>2004-12-07T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T10:09:27.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirth of the Blox</title><content type='html'>Currently, I am at work.  My boss is here and so this is a covert blog, and will be, necessarily, put into morse code.  ...---...   Doesn't that mean SOS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's snowing here, and there are miles to go before I sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I watched a top notch crappy movie on Saturday morning called Final Destination.  It was obviously made for someone who has difficulty grasping the concept of foreshadowing, because there was so much of it that I could turn the channel and watch a complete episode of Fear Factor and still follow the story.  The only cool part of the movie was the airplane crash scene, or premonition of the the crash vision, or forescene.  If any of you have the chance to watch it, I wouldn't choose to watch it over anything else, except a Lifetime movie possibly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, got to go, or I'll get the boot, or to lick the boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-110243936707729428?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/110243936707729428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=110243936707729428' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/110243936707729428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/110243936707729428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2004/12/mirth-of-blox.html' title='Mirth of the Blox'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-110229327480476526</id><published>2004-12-05T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T17:34:34.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgotten Christmas Hero</title><content type='html'>Like so many "Forgotten" things at Christmas, i.e. "Carols", Santa's personal assistant, helper, and jester - The Christmas Monkey has long been left off the traditional celebration fare.  This was not always the case.  In the fifth century A.D. the Christmas Monkey's role as Santa's premier helper, engineer, and political advisor was celebrated the world over.  As with most celebrations of the time this was done with song, and booze.  In fact our modern carol "We Wish You a Merry Christmas" was original titled "We Wish You a Merry, Christmas Monkey!".   Later on there was a botched crusade to the inner Congo to take back the primative ritualistic worship site of the Christmas Monkey.   Of course, in our fast-paced, rig-a-ma-role world of commercial Christmas, the Christmas Monkey's memory has been suppressed by those same villians who put a treasure map on the back of the Declaration of Independence, and wrote the DaVinci Code.  It is up to us "bloxxers" to remember now.  So have a Merry Christmas, Monkey!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-110229327480476526?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/110229327480476526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=110229327480476526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/110229327480476526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/110229327480476526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2004/12/forgotten-christmas-hero.html' title='Forgotten Christmas Hero'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-110178828484774568</id><published>2004-11-29T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T21:21:04.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More of my life belongs on TNT</title><content type='html'>Last night I was driving home, and as the snow started to fall faster I began my slow turn onto the street my house is on. As I turned the wheel I noticed that the car was not turning proportionately; instead it was sliding down the hill. So, I slide down the hill and decided to try it again. So I wound round the block and started my turn again, this time with a better angle on it. Unfortunately, this time when I lost control I was pointed into the bushes infront of someone's yard, and unfortunately I went right into them, over the curb and all. Fortunately, it didn't damage much of anything, but it did take a half hour of pushing and lifting to get the car out onto the road, where it again slide partly down the hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By that time I was done with it, so we called for some chains, which helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone noticed who hates bloxxing?  I have. &lt;br /&gt;Have you?&lt;br /&gt;I have.&lt;br /&gt;Have you?&lt;br /&gt;I have.&lt;br /&gt;Have you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-110178828484774568?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/110178828484774568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=110178828484774568' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/110178828484774568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/110178828484774568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2004/11/more-of-my-life-belongs-on-tnt.html' title='More of my life belongs on TNT'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-110165533333476190</id><published>2004-11-28T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T08:22:13.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck in the Snow</title><content type='html'>Last night our balled front tire got us stuck on the hill leading to our house, so we parked it there for a while and walked home.   We got about 7 inches of snow yesterday and they didn't plow until there were at least 4-5 on the road.  Afterwards we walked around the town in the snow, made snow angels, ate a pizza, drank hot chocolate, decorated the christmas tree, discovered a 300 hundred year old skeleton, put up the christmas lights, and talked to reticent sales person about an XboX.  Overall it was a pretty eventful night, and I slept well with the holiday glow coming in through the windows from my one strand of lights haphazardly put up on our deck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, the old &lt;em&gt;Law and Order&lt;/em&gt;'s with Ben Stone as the D.A. are more enjoyable to watch because I haven't seen them so many times before, in fact there are some that I haven't seen before.  In still other news, my oldest nephew is beginning to sound a lot like Dexter when he talks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-110165533333476190?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/110165533333476190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=110165533333476190' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/110165533333476190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/110165533333476190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2004/11/stuck-in-snow.html' title='Stuck in the Snow'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-110157273833613265</id><published>2004-11-27T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T09:26:37.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Opinion of Halo 2</title><content type='html'>Now that I have played Halo 2 for several hours at a time I can say definitely that I like this game for the XBoX. It details the struggle of the human species to survive against the superior technology of the aliens and their blind faith religious cultism that they would impose on freedom loving earthlings. In this way Halo 2 is really analogous, and applicable to our own lives, and should be viewed as such. In life we are often confronted by aliens who would enslave, or probe us, but, as in Halo 2, we should not yield so easily to their sweetly-hummed siren song. NO, we must resist the aliens, and declare our freedom and the freedom of the dog lords who rightly rule over us. Hence, by playing Halo 2 for many hours a simple-minded, short-sighted human can become "virtually" entangled in the affairs of a make believe universe, while in real life doing nothing more than sitting on the floor, thus Halo 2 is the ultimate mental workout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently in the "Alternative" press there have been some grumblings about Halo 2. Two points in particular were attacked. Holding two weapons at a time, and the use of vehicles in vanquishing the aliens incumbents. The "grumbled" point is valid. There should not be any "hoopla" at all over these two "innovations" (if they can be called that). On the otherhand, the hand that controls the direction of movement that is, I'm not sure these "innovations" have existed on a console game before. I'm no expert, but I spared no expense. On the third hand, the hand of a Nala fugitive that is, holding two weapons is very fun, although it limits the player's ability to throw grenades which is crucial in essential moments of combat. On the fourth hand, Goro's fourth hand that is, the one that killed Johnny Cage, driving a vehicle in Halo 2 is very fun. This is one of the funnest parts of the game, especially a Scorpion Tank. " and I must be honest here, I love driving it. It is so choice. If you have the means, I highly recommend picking one up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-110157273833613265?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/110157273833613265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=110157273833613265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/110157273833613265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/110157273833613265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2004/11/new-opinion-of-halo-2.html' title='New Opinion of Halo 2'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-110097172139034911</id><published>2004-11-20T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T10:28:41.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready To Work</title><content type='html'>Due to recent boredom I have downloaded several old DOS games.  Unfortunately I have been unable to get them to play with sound or music.  I can't seem to get them to jive with the sound system I have.  It is pretty frustrating, because PC speaker mode won't even work.  I downloaded both Warcrafts, ROTT, and Cannon Fodder, and something else but I can't remember what it was.  I might try DOOM, or Heretic tonite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Fear Factor is a good show.  I tryed America's Top Model, but it was too slow, or maybe it was the people that were slow.  I even saw the Japanese commercial but I decided I'd rather watch Futurama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-110097172139034911?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/110097172139034911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=110097172139034911' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/110097172139034911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/110097172139034911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2004/11/ready-to-work.html' title='Ready To Work'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-110075775088017398</id><published>2004-11-17T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T23:02:30.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eggnog is as Eggnog does</title><content type='html'>I'm drinking eggnog right now.  I put some Sprite in it, because I obey my thirst.  It's not a bad combo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone have a copy of the Simpsons episode where they are in a box car with the bum telling them stories?  The story of Huck Finn and Tom Sawyer is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched &lt;em&gt;LOST&lt;/em&gt; , it was kind of boring in my opinion.  I guess it is the middle of the season, and they all can't be great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I downloaded ROTT and played it, and remembered the gore of eyeballs shooting past you after you blow someone up.  Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-110075775088017398?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/110075775088017398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=110075775088017398' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/110075775088017398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/110075775088017398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2004/11/eggnog-is-as-eggnog-does.html' title='Eggnog is as Eggnog does'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-110065712734177347</id><published>2004-11-16T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T19:05:27.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caution:  Renting an XBox Could Incapacitate</title><content type='html'>I accidently rented an XBox and a couple of games and it turned me into a robot.  You know, the kind of robot that wakes up early to play an RPG after staying up late.  So I rented LOTR: The Third Age.  It was pretty fun.  It is a turned based RPG, which historically I have made fun of, and this one was no different, except that I was already interested in the world.  Call me a nerd, but not to my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I haven't done anything else since Friday night except work occasionally everyday.  Happily, I beat the balrog, and am outside Moria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-110065712734177347?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/110065712734177347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=110065712734177347' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/110065712734177347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/110065712734177347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2004/11/caution-renting-xbox-could.html' title='Caution:  Renting an XBox Could Incapacitate'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-110006663114415132</id><published>2004-11-09T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T00:42:32.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>spicerack.girl</title><content type='html'>Does anyone remember the Spice Girls? I remember them, but they don't remember me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went grocery shopping today and surprisingly I bought no cheese. I guess that means that I won't eat very well this week, or it means I already have enough. I've decided that Sharp Cheddar Cheese is best, and then Swiss cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've been playing video games lately. Last week I remembered the good old days of BBS's and darkforce; I also remembered that there was some old shareware that might even run on this computer.  Well the story goes that I got a couple of them.  One named Conquest, and the other named the General.  Basically they are Risk and Stratego.  I couldn't find Jetpack, and I forgot to look for Blake Stone.  Anyway, I've played those two games alot, too much.  It seems that I am addicted to any video game, no matter how lame it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-110006663114415132?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/110006663114415132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=110006663114415132' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/110006663114415132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/110006663114415132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2004/11/spicerackgirl.html' title='spicerack.girl'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-109959789104368493</id><published>2004-11-04T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T12:51:31.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Story</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time there were two adventurers wheeling and dealing for supplies in the dusty frontier town of Lut Gholein.  In all the hustle and bustle it just so happened that both the adventurers dropped a large amount of gold on the sidewalk.  It all the mayhem the gold disappeared, and has never been found.  Until now on the back of the Declaration of Independence and in the middle of a famously craptacular movie.  Actually the story goes that one adventurer remained destitute for a long period of time, while the other seemed not to worry about the "&lt;em&gt;LOST&lt;/em&gt;" money.  So where's the money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-109959789104368493?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/109959789104368493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=109959789104368493' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109959789104368493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109959789104368493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2004/11/story.html' title='A Story'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-109959724621087649</id><published>2004-11-04T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T12:40:46.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smear Campaign against frumix</title><content type='html'>It has been brought to my attention that I do not have the drivers for my printer.  More importantly there have been those lately who have questioned my devotion to the email checking.  Let me just say:  "Check your email"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my attempt to hook up the printer, and get a rebate for my modem I found that I do not have Adob Acrobat@ (I don't have the trademark symbol).  So I downloaded it, but I also got a piggybacked version of Photoshop Album which upon inspection by me, was found to an incredibly handy program for handling all of my bad pictures (which are numerous).  It is so easy to use, and the little paperclip at the bottom was so nice and friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to watch &lt;em&gt;Lost&lt;/em&gt; last night at work, but I couldn't remember what channel it was on and since I was convinced it was on NBC I didn't even check the other networks until &lt;em&gt;The West W&lt;/em&gt;ing came on at 8:00 and I knew I was &lt;strong&gt;hosed&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-109959724621087649?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/109959724621087649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=109959724621087649' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109959724621087649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109959724621087649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2004/11/smear-campaign-against-frumix.html' title='Smear Campaign against frumix'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-109946680890597911</id><published>2004-11-03T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T00:26:48.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Election Night Counting Frustration</title><content type='html'>All I have to say about the election is that some states are really slow at counting.  I think that maybe to help with the next election we should spend some federal dollars on counting programs in the public schools to help people count faster.  I just don't understand why it takes people in New Hampshire so long to count, I guess they're just special, and they want a pudding cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news:  I have been told that I am a dead beat blogger and email checker.  But let the record show that I blog at least 4 per week, and check my email at that same rate.  Also I would like to present Peoples 34 : "The whale is a mammiferous animal without hind feet."  Baron Cuvier.  Has anyone eaten whale?  I can't say that I have, but I sure want to see one up close, and possibly swim with it, or harpoon it.  Or maybe just hold a harpoon, or be cool enough to be someone who gets to use something cool enough to be called a harpoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you make the least bit of noise," replied Samuel "I will send you to hell." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point in my life I thought it would be cool to be called a warlord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-109946680890597911?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/109946680890597911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=109946680890597911' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109946680890597911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109946680890597911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2004/11/election-night-counting-frustration.html' title='Election Night Counting Frustration'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-109920452482941576</id><published>2004-10-31T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T23:35:24.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Corn Maze Scare Tactics</title><content type='html'>Tonite I went to a Haunted Corn Maze.  I was excited, because I was thinking that it was one of those places that they say is really haunted, but I soon found out that what they meant by "Haunted" was that it was filled with high schoolers.  It was still fun though.  It was real muddy, cause its been raining for the last couple of days, so people (high schoolers) were falling all over the place.  I guess it wasn't only high schoolers.  When we were just getting started this family of like 8 came tromping through the corn.  They seemed to be pretty frustrated, and bitter.  Since we had been slipping a little bit we asked how it was up further.  The mother answered and said, "It only gets worse, I've fallen twice!" in a voice that implied a disbelief that someone of her calliber would fall in the mud.  Thinking back on the situation, I realize now that this family wasn't so concerned about the mud as their failure in the maze.  I should have said, "HAHA You're just mad cause you can't find your way!  You suck!  LOSERS!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They probably went and got mad at the kiddies who were running the joint and got their money back.  It's not like you didn't know was muddy when you went in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, we made it through without falling once, and towards the end we just followed the kiddies around and got out.  Then I told them, "Muddy people suck too, like corn!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-109920452482941576?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/109920452482941576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=109920452482941576' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109920452482941576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109920452482941576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2004/10/corn-maze-scare-tactics.html' title='Corn Maze Scare Tactics'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-109904606274053194</id><published>2004-10-29T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T03:34:22.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I said profanity today.  Loud.</title><content type='html'>I walked to work tonight from Borders where I dropped off the car for my wife.  I enjoy the walk because I can put on my headphones and just zone on some Tom Petty.  Tonite was a nice night for a walk.  It was about 10:45 and I could see the snow-covered mountains clearly even under the overcast.  Anyway, so I'm walking listening to Petty, and all of a sudden as a walk past bushes I feel, what I think to be paws push on my arm.  At the same time I heard through the music what I took to be a bark, or growl.  I jumped, and sprang forward a couple of quick steps and turned around, thinking I would be face to face with a large dog.  It wasn't a dog at all, it was a stupid punk kid (probably middle school), dressed all in black with a Scream mask on.  I was still tense and on edge from being startled, and he started laughing.  I don't really know what came over me, but I looked right at the kid with my eyes still wide and pointed my finger at him, then in a very firm loud voice I said, "F*$^ YOU, DUDE!".  While I was saying this I became aware that my face felt funny, like I was making a wierd expression.  It felt like my chin was tightly flexed; afterwards all I could think of was Harrison Ford when he has something serious and urgent to say.  Well anyay, the kid didn't respond, and I kind of came to my senses and shook my head and said, "S*&amp;%, Man!".   The kid bolted at that, and I stared for a minute, still dazed, before I turned and finished my walk to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no other news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-109904606274053194?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/109904606274053194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=109904606274053194' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109904606274053194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109904606274053194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-said-profanity-today-loud.html' title='I said profanity today.  Loud.'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-109893949415442032</id><published>2004-10-27T21:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T21:58:14.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drinking a Coors ... NA That Is</title><content type='html'>So here I am at 10:45 PM listening to Paul's Boutique, drinking a Coors, doing my wife's homework, and feeling good.  Riding high.  Walking tall, what else can I say.  I guess this was just one of those moments when I realized that life is good.  The Red Sox won the World Series, which I glad of, even though they beat St. Louis.  Auburn is number 3 in the nation right now.  I have good job that I like.  I make enough money to be able to afford Coors every once in a while, or Sangria, or Kool-Aid.  I have a new car, and I even own about $1000 of it.  I have the internet, and cable TV with the little tv guidy thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, like the Beastie's said, "Looked out the window, seen his bald head, ran to frig and pulled out an egg."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-109893949415442032?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/109893949415442032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=109893949415442032' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109893949415442032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109893949415442032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2004/10/drinking-coors-na-that-is.html' title='Drinking a Coors ... NA That Is'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-109877977734684589</id><published>2004-10-26T01:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T01:36:17.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La Isla Bonita</title><content type='html'>The word on the street is that the eighties are back.  At least that's what Guy Spangler told me on his "music program" last night around 3 AM.  His "program" ended with an offer to sell me several CD's filled with classic eighties hits.  It was tempting, but then I remembered that I wouldn't have to worry about buying another CD in my life if it hadn't been for those nasty record execs that shutdown Napster.  Obviously I got angry and turned off the TV and swore off the eighties and their hair bands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided that having money is not nearly as fun as having stuff, so I've decided to spend every last cent I have on some sort of souvenir, novelty, or party trick.  Or fake dog poop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't the Howard Johnson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-109877977734684589?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/109877977734684589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=109877977734684589' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109877977734684589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109877977734684589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2004/10/la-isla-bonita.html' title='La Isla Bonita'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-109868812854385432</id><published>2004-10-25T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T00:08:48.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cat in the Boy Suit</title><content type='html'>I don't want to be a ruiner, but I have some things to say about the Grudge.  I agree with the Smeagol when she said it was a bunch of the conventions in The Ring that were scary except there were a lot more of them.  I think you see the decomposed crawling girl too many times to be real scared at the end.  It is another story with the cat boy.  I liked his character because it was the embodiment of the simple cat from outer space and the more complex issued cat from La Mancha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-109868812854385432?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/109868812854385432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=109868812854385432' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109868812854385432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109868812854385432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2004/10/cat-in-boy-suit.html' title='The Cat in the Boy Suit'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-109841986350935924</id><published>2004-10-21T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T21:38:43.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem of the Night</title><content type='html'>There is a fear&lt;br /&gt;In the curtains&lt;br /&gt;It scratches the walls&lt;br /&gt;At night, and creaks&lt;br /&gt;Towards your bed&lt;br /&gt;Softly tapping, ... softly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is nothing corporeal&lt;br /&gt;And will not bring&lt;br /&gt;You to great harm&lt;br /&gt;If you keep on sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you toss, if you turn&lt;br /&gt;He will poke with&lt;br /&gt;Needle long and dull.&lt;br /&gt;Then you will wake&lt;br /&gt;With bruises red,&lt;br /&gt;With deep scarlet&lt;br /&gt;On your sheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will wake&lt;br /&gt;And you'll be dead&lt;br /&gt;For an instant&lt;br /&gt;When you hear&lt;br /&gt;Him coming ... back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 Sept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-109841986350935924?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/109841986350935924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=109841986350935924' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109841986350935924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109841986350935924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2004/10/poem-of-night.html' title='Poem of the Night'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-109841257896076053</id><published>2004-10-21T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T19:36:18.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Those Borders Goons</title><content type='html'>Caution:  This blog my contain material that will be offensive to those who like big bookstores, coffee, "intellectualism" without regard to the physical aspect of life, and those who want to be those type of people.  Also this blog relies heavily on unfair stereotypes, so please accept my apology to those who think they are excluded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went waltzing into the local Borders today and got a whole bunch of weird looks from all the "intellectual" soft handed nay-sayers that dress up and go out to eat at the Cafe.  These thirty-something females with their up-wards of sixty year old men friends must have thought that I looked funny in my running clothes with my face red still from my run.  I guess I should have walked in with a Bowfles shirt on, or with liatards from my Pilates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be more angry if Borders didn't pay my rent each month, but these type places are such a haven for the fakers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, you get the picture.  I decided against writing more.   Suffice it to say that from now on I will wear the poorest, most unhip clothes to said store in hopes of unnerving the bloomers, and causing them to think that their haven is under attack by the proletariat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-109841257896076053?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/109841257896076053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=109841257896076053' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109841257896076053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109841257896076053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2004/10/those-borders-goons.html' title='Those Borders Goons'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-109828901370615711</id><published>2004-10-20T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T09:16:53.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping Cart</title><content type='html'>Cottage Cheese  $2.00&lt;br /&gt;Ricotta Cheese $2.69&lt;br /&gt;Medium Cheddar Cheese (2 lbs) $6.49&lt;br /&gt;Parmesan Cheese $2.57&lt;br /&gt;Mozerella Cheese $3.17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having all the cheese for lasagna and some sandwiches  $16.92&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting to buy five types of cheese in one trip to the grocery store &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priceless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-109828901370615711?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/109828901370615711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=109828901370615711' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109828901370615711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109828901370615711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2004/10/shopping-cart.html' title='Shopping Cart'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-109814326131691894</id><published>2004-10-18T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T16:47:41.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent needle punctures</title><content type='html'>So this weekend I got to give a bunch a shots.  It was nerve-racking because as a former resipient of shots I know how much they can hurt.  Now I was the one putting the hurt on someone else and I just felt kind of bad.  Then I had to get a shot and didn't feel bad for anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hung some pictures in my house today, and made french toast for breakfast.  It was good.  I put actual vermontian syrup on one, and lemon yogurt on the other three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone heard of &lt;em&gt;Tomcats Screaming Outside&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to work tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-109814326131691894?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/109814326131691894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=109814326131691894' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109814326131691894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109814326131691894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2004/10/recent-needle-punctures.html' title='Recent needle punctures'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-109777297760656957</id><published>2004-10-14T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T09:56:17.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Historic 51st Post</title><content type='html'>Obviously this is a day of great celebration at my home.  It is not everyday that one gets to post his 51st Blog.  So without further adieu here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I played Battleship for the first time in a long time and it was pretty fun; I also played Jenga, Chess, and Hearts.  It was quite the fun time at work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also decided that I will no longer support Travelocity.com.  I called their customer support line to ask about a credit transfer on some tickets.  It was obvious from the start that the customer service rep that was helping me was not a native english speaker.  I thought, "Well that is ok."  When I was transferred to another rep I thought, "This might go better."  I quickly realized that both of the reps had english as a second language, and though they might be quite adept at helping people from their native country they could scarce understand me.  This lead to me becoming frustrated and vowing a boycott on their services, because of their greedy outsourcing.  Also it pissed me off because they suck at helping me.  I would invite all who read this to join my global fight against the outsourcers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I also realized that I don't really have Halloween weekend off, I forgot that I took a couple of shifts for a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw Nuts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-109777297760656957?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/109777297760656957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=109777297760656957' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109777297760656957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109777297760656957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2004/10/historic-51st-post.html' title='Historic 51st Post'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-109763170041614942</id><published>2004-10-12T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T18:41:40.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Other News</title><content type='html'>I ate some pizza this evening for dinner, because it seemed to be the popular thing to do, and I always do whatever is popular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an exciting day at work today.  I got to put someone in a time from which they could not escape, which was the whole point.  It was quite a rush.  I also got to make coffee, change newly dirty sheets and clothes, and watch someone cry.  It was exhausting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the day I got to watch Law and Order.  The one where Jack's old assistant is found to have manipulated some evidence so she could help Jack get a promotion.  Also in the episode the viewer finds out that Jack is sleeping with Claire.  The viewer also realizes that he has seen this same episode several times, and while it is not so bad to watch Simpsons over and over, Law and Order for the third or fourth time is not as good, like a piece of home-made bread that sat out after being cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That reminds me that home-made bread is very good especially right out of the oven with some butter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-109763170041614942?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/109763170041614942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=109763170041614942' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109763170041614942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109763170041614942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2004/10/in-other-news.html' title='In Other News'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-10898247810270416</id><published>2004-10-11T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T18:11:44.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Evidence in GO-GURT Conspiracy</title><content type='html'>I know this is all over the news, but today on the cover of the Wall Street Journal the headline read, "Go-Gurt All the Rage". In my mind this is the greatest tragedy of the year. I read another, &lt;em&gt;supposedly&lt;/em&gt; unrelated article on B12 titled "President Names Spork National Utensil". The connection was clear enough to me. The maniacal Spork Lobby has finally succeeded in their quest to do away with the spoon. Last week unknown to most of the world, the Spork Lobby pushed a bill through Congress that put Go-Gurt on to the presidents plate for the first time.  It was expected that it would take several months for the president to agree with Go-Gurt and 'Lose the Spoon'.  It seems that his reaction has been quicker than anticipated as he quickly passed Resolution 90-9URT which made it illegal for a spoon to be used in the Oval Office, the US Senate, and the hotdog stands surrounding the Washington Monument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one here in this office quite knows what to make of these developments, but the history books will record them as the most lasting contribution of this administration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-10898247810270416?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/10898247810270416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=10898247810270416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/10898247810270416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/10898247810270416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2004/10/new-evidence-in-go-gurt-conspiracy.html' title='New Evidence in GO-GURT Conspiracy'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-109661217301386942</id><published>2004-10-01T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T23:38:07.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the morning</title><content type='html'>I am going to eat with my sister in the morning.  I think I will have a ham and cheese omelet.  If I am lucky it will be full of fake ingredients and fat, but it will taste really good.  I've decided that it is no use to fight against "low-carb" diets.  Dr. Atkins wins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, I worked a double shift last night, and I'm not tired because I slept until 1 PM today.  I think I'll try playing a video game to pass the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possibly this week I will start buying components for my new computer which I will name  "Brother Numsee".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-109661217301386942?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/109661217301386942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=109661217301386942' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109661217301386942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109661217301386942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2004/10/in-morning.html' title='In the morning'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-109652184763714543</id><published>2004-09-29T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T22:24:07.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Internet is expensive</title><content type='html'>I guess I never realized that the internet was expensive while I was spliting the bill with 7 other guys.  Now that I have to pay for it on my measly wages it seems that it is quite costly.  On the other hand I can not think of anything more fun than playing a good game of Diablo 2 online, so I guess that it is worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOO, I now have a couch to sit on, and I cleaned the kitchen today so at least one room in the house is completely unpacked.  Also I get to play with a pen tab, which is kind of fun, except that it doesn't have any fun games only fun MS Access which is so fun to learn how to use. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No real news from work.  I do really like my job most days.  I don't have much to say.  I watched 7 episodes of &lt;em&gt;Band of Brothers&lt;/em&gt; in three days, and &lt;em&gt;The Two Towers&lt;/em&gt;.   I'm still trying to figure out how my oh so innocent and naive little sister got tapes of &lt;em&gt;Band of Brothers &lt;/em&gt;before me.  If anyone has information concerning this it would be much appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-109652184763714543?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/109652184763714543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=109652184763714543' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109652184763714543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109652184763714543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2004/09/internet-is-expensive.html' title='Internet is expensive'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-109601045892612688</id><published>2004-09-24T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T00:20:58.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Many Letters</title><content type='html'>Recently I have been investigating the purchase of new computer, and I have been astounded by all of the acronyms I need to know, and don't. Also I don't really know anything about sockets, or even what they are.  I feel bad always asking silly questions.  I actually thought I knew something about these machines until I looked at a spec page for one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I cleaned my room today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-109601045892612688?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/109601045892612688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=109601045892612688' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109601045892612688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109601045892612688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2004/09/too-many-letters.html' title='Too Many Letters'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-109592779807849911</id><published>2004-09-23T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T01:23:18.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scathing Commentary on Video Games</title><content type='html'>Actually this a "Scathing Commentary" on Those Who Don't Like Video Games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's get down to brass tacks and cut the crap and discover what you people have against video games. You are probably the very people sitting in front of your TV agreeing with Dan Rather, Serena Williams and Joe Leiberman that video game violence is the cause of world poverty. You are also the same people watching Star Trek: TNG, or any syndicated show for that matter and saying that the hour you just spent with those fools is in some way different than, or better than an equal amount of time I would spend waging war against the Corrupted Rogues in the Black Marshes. So what is your rationale? Education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me see if this figures. You say that your movie is educational, you say that your show is educational. All I am hearing is "Edumication, Edumication. Won't somebody think about the children!!" So here's what I have to say about that. Anyone who watches a movie to be educated, is not educated. Movies and tv programming are for entertainment purposes only, just like palm reading, and psychic phone calls, and pictionary. So then you say what about the History channel.  I say, "how many people watch that because of what is on it. Don't you really watch it because there is nothing else on?" Anyway, all I'm saying is that video games are at the base motivation identical to movies, and tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to say something else: Video games are more educational than movies, or tv, and if played on a network produce more bonding than watching a movie together. How about a few examples:&lt;br /&gt;1. The Rocket Launcher on Quake III: Hand-Eye Coordination&lt;br /&gt;2. Resource Management: Starcraft, Warcraft, Empire Earth&lt;br /&gt;3. Space Allocation: Diablo II&lt;br /&gt;4. What Not Worship: Doom II, III&lt;br /&gt;5. Benefit Maximizing: Diablo II weapons and armor&lt;br /&gt;6. Attack Coordination: LAN Starcraft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there are more, but those are just a few glaring examples.  In conclusion I would like to say that I like video games. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;FINE PRINT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This view in no way disparages movies, or would suggest that I don't like them anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-109592779807849911?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/109592779807849911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=109592779807849911' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109592779807849911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109592779807849911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2004/09/scathing-commentary-on-video-games.html' title='Scathing Commentary on Video Games'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-109590880543419650</id><published>2004-09-22T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T20:06:45.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of the spyware matrix</title><content type='html'>It was recently made known to me by a here un-name-able source that I am the ONE.  The one who is supposed to free the humans from the spyware matrix that we are "plugged i"n"to.  That is quite a responsibility and I am having trouble juggling my job and a new apartment along with this new responsibility.  I don't think I'll be able to complete t"HE quest, I mean mission".  So if anyone wants to be tHE oNE" let me know, cause I could give the Idiot's Guide for a fraction of the price I paid for it at one of those corporate jobbies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I am still moving in.  I have trouble unpacking because I always put on a movie as background noise, but then I start watching it.  I don't know where to put all of my stuff neither.  Well, I've got to get back.  San Dimas High School Football Rules!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-109590880543419650?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/109590880543419650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=109590880543419650' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109590880543419650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109590880543419650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2004/09/end-of-spyware-matrix.html' title='The end of the spyware matrix'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-109569647734330710</id><published>2004-09-20T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T09:07:57.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause she's the cheese, and I'm</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged in about a week and I don't really have an excuse.  I woke up this morning giddy because I get to move into our new apartment today.  It will be a grand adventure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, there is nothing really going on.  I watched The Cell which is pretty messed up.  I watched The Lord of the Rings the animated adventure which was interesting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone remember a couple of years ago when it was chic to blame things on El Nino?  Well I feel like it would be a good time to start another such trend so we can all feel a little better about ourselves by blaming our problems on another inanimate object.  Perhaps this is a trend that is already developing, but I thought it would be easy to blame my problems on spyware.  It is an easy thing to do, watch.  When I died playing Dungeon Siege yesterday I simply swore at the spyware that obviously affected my performance.  "@#$%ing SPYWARE!! You made me die!", and then I added (correctly) "Piece of @#$% SPYWARE!  You made me forget to quick save my game! @#$%#$% &lt;a href="mailto:%@#$%"&gt;%@#$%&lt;/a&gt;@#!!,  Now I have to do it all over again!! @#$@#%@".  It made me feel better to know that it wasn't actually my fault, but some neblous power exerting its evil influence on to my recreation time.  So if you have problems that you don't want to soil your good name, try spyware I promise you'll feel right as rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-109569647734330710?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/109569647734330710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=109569647734330710' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109569647734330710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109569647734330710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2004/09/cause-shes-cheese-and-im.html' title='Cause she&apos;s the cheese, and I&apos;m'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-109514085925263139</id><published>2004-09-13T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T22:47:39.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me Spoons!</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm finally living the American Dream - I'm getting me some land.  Next monday is move-in day, and though I'll just be renting an apartment it feels like I just staked a claim on the dusty prarie and then died, and then came back to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's right I'll be moving in on monday evening.  It shouldn't take very long because although my financial advise is sound it didn't resolve with me owning very much of anything, furniture wise anyway, or major purchase wise.  I don't have a TV, a couch, a washer, a coffee table, a table, a chair, dishes (until recently all I had were some oversized bowls), a bed, but I do have a lamp, which was a gift.  I suppose that all this stuff will come eventually and that I shouldn't worry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about all the news, except to say that I was triumphant at Risk over the weekend, but was beaten soundly in a protracted contest in Warcraft III.  It was a good fight, but I lost because as much as the elves are cool, my strategy has always been mass production of cheap units such as Zerglings, and the occasional Hydrolisk.  With that, my life for ire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-109514085925263139?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/109514085925263139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=109514085925263139' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109514085925263139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109514085925263139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2004/09/me-spoons.html' title='Me Spoons!'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-109480834632433900</id><published>2004-09-10T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T02:25:46.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Vege-Mite Sandwich</title><content type='html'>So, nothing really happened today.  There have been rumors about Rob Schneider passed around the water cooler.  I want to clear this up right now.  I don't know who Rob is, and I don't take kindly to strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, I reread a story I wrote several years ago, about some animals who talked and did everything just like people except they were animals.  Strange I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got some free food at work today.  They feed us at 12:30 AM.  We got hawaiian chicken and a fruit and veggie platter to pick from.  And all the Barq's I could want.  It was advertised as a Patio Luau, but there were no hula dancers or hawaiian shirts or anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-109480834632433900?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/109480834632433900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=109480834632433900' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109480834632433900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109480834632433900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2004/09/vege-mite-sandwich.html' title='A Vege-Mite Sandwich'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-109472526014233022</id><published>2004-09-09T03:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T03:32:39.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gmork</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.gmork.com"&gt;www.gmork.com&lt;/a&gt; If anyone has any clue what this website does please tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also it appears that BYU has come out in support of X-Box not PS2, and for that matter videogames in general. This is big news because now it appears that videogames are a valid thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall Fest&lt;br /&gt;Wilkinson Student Center&lt;br /&gt;Fall Fest is a fun activity for all BYU students that includes live bands, a top 40's dance, acountry/swing dance, laser tag, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;X box&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, standup comedy, club performances, inflatables, and free food.&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;a href="http://home.byu.edu/webapp/home/index.jsp"&gt;http://home.byu.edu/webapp/home/index.jsp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the far reaching effects of this endorsement will be even the wisest can not tell. But it is readily apparent that apologies should soon be forthcoming for confiscated controllers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-109472526014233022?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/109472526014233022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=109472526014233022' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109472526014233022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109472526014233022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2004/09/gmork.html' title='The Gmork'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-109472383547652648</id><published>2004-09-09T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T03:31:27.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Witching Hour</title><content type='html'>It is hard to think of something to say at this time of night, when all of the crazy people should be in bed. So what I'm about to say has had very little thought put into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First. For all those who still rag on &lt;strong&gt;Fast and the Furious&lt;/strong&gt; you should know two fackts. 1. This movie united critics on &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com"&gt;www.imdb.com&lt;/a&gt;. 2. It's much better than &lt;strong&gt;Riddick&lt;/strong&gt;, and The &lt;strong&gt;Little Mermaid&lt;/strong&gt; put together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second. I went kayaking again today, and it is harder than it looks to do one of those roll over things. Actually I was never able to do one on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third. I went camping over the weekend and it was fun. I saw two beavers swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth. I called my brother today and I want to visit him and the minka-ma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth. I am reading the &lt;em&gt;Lord of the Rings&lt;/em&gt; and it is still good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixth. I signed a contract for an apartment, therefore soon I will play video games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seventh. I listened Tom Petty and it reminded me of a cool summer night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eighth. There have been some cool movie scenes involving guns and night clubs. The opening scene to the &lt;strong&gt;Replacement Killers&lt;/strong&gt; is one, and the club scene in &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Collateral&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is just as good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninth. China is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenth. I wish I had a dog.... or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-109472383547652648?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/109472383547652648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=109472383547652648' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109472383547652648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109472383547652648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2004/09/witching-hour.html' title='The Witching Hour'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-109338103835298908</id><published>2004-09-03T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T02:36:33.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Casting Call</title><content type='html'>So in my sleep deprived state I was thinking about who would play me and the rest of my family in a movie called, ___________. Possibly &lt;strong&gt;Hobo Town Blues&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Jeff Goldblum&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Diane Keaton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Luke Wilson&lt;br /&gt;My Wife: Kiera Knightley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Brother: Adam Sandler&lt;br /&gt;My Sister-in-Law: Drew Barrymore&lt;br /&gt;Their twins: The Olsens, obviously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Sister: Lucy Lawless, obviously or maybe Neve Campbell&lt;br /&gt;Her Husband: Vince Vaughn&lt;br /&gt;Their Son: Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Youngest Sister: Christina Ricci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Brother-in-Law: Sam Rockwell (Guy)&lt;br /&gt;My Sister-in-Law: Kate Hudson&lt;br /&gt;My Nephew: Baby 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Brother-in-Law: Matthew Perry&lt;br /&gt;My Sister-in-Law:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Brother-in-Law: Karl Urban (Eomer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Father-in-Law: Jeff Bridges&lt;br /&gt;My Mother-in-Law: Connie Nielson (Gladiator)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS--Be outraged!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-109338103835298908?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/109338103835298908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=109338103835298908' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109338103835298908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109338103835298908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2004/09/casting-call.html' title='Casting Call'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-109412260589410276</id><published>2004-09-02T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T03:56:45.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If anybody need me...</title><content type='html'>There is nothing to do at work right now.   So I sit here a remember things about my life and wonder if they are worth typing out, or if they are worth it to anyone (myself included) to read. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I remembered about the on-going debate between swim coaches at SouthEast Y.  In one corner there was Matt (I think that was his name).  He was probably in his early twenties, looked like he lifted some weights and had a crew cut.  In the other corner was Kevin.  He was still in high school, and he had a kind of crazy longer hair style.  It was basically about the hair.  I voted Kevin, and my dad voted Matt.  It wasn't a serious disagreement, but it is yet further proof that Rob Johnson was not the undoing of the family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also on that day in history:&lt;br /&gt;ME: "I don't like backstroke, because I suck at it."&lt;br /&gt;MY MOM: "What did you say?"&lt;br /&gt;ME: "I suck at backstroke, so I don't like it."&lt;br /&gt;MY MOM: "We don't say that word."&lt;br /&gt;ME(underbreath): "Well, I do suck at it."&lt;br /&gt;MY DAD: Chuckle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Southeast, Southeast, Southeast Y!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-109412260589410276?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/109412260589410276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=109412260589410276' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109412260589410276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109412260589410276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2004/09/if-anybody-need-me.html' title='If anybody need me...'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-109411151920906160</id><published>2004-09-02T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T00:52:50.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring Me My Monocle</title><content type='html'>I am, of course, at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At long last it is possible that I have found an apartment, which means that I can finally try and grow a goatee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I just got gmail. Which obviously means I'm gcool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news: I have watched &lt;strong&gt;Donnie Darko&lt;/strong&gt; about 3 times since I last blogged. Doing that reminds me of &lt;strong&gt;The Fugitive&lt;/strong&gt;;I don't really need to explain that. I also watched &lt;strong&gt;Silverado&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Hidalgo&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Tombstone&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;Open Range&lt;/strong&gt;. The best one of those was &lt;strong&gt;Open Range&lt;/strong&gt;, which was B+ material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contrary to popular opinion, one of the more entertaining movies ever is The &lt;strong&gt;Fast and The Furious.&lt;/strong&gt; Also contrary to popular opinion I do more than watch movies when I don't have work. I went on a hike yesterday, with the dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-109411151920906160?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/109411151920906160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=109411151920906160' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109411151920906160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109411151920906160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2004/09/bring-me-my-monocle.html' title='Bring Me My Monocle'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-109376775359844892</id><published>2004-08-29T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T01:22:33.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Day Back When</title><content type='html'>Well, one day back when I had a little higher muscle to fat ratio my dad told me something.  He said, "Son, I think its time we talked about your drug problem." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we all know that did not happen, well, anything about the last statement.  I did have a story to tell, but now that I'm at work I can't seem to remember it and its only 2:10 in the AM.  It had to do with something my dad told me, but I just can't seem to remember. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did see &lt;strong&gt;Hero&lt;/strong&gt; starring Jet Li and his asian counterparts, or cohorts rather.  It was a period piece, and a very artsy one at that, but in the end it was satisfying in a 'foriegn film' sort of way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More importantly I saw &lt;strong&gt;Donnie Darko&lt;/strong&gt;, and that is a great film, very bizarre, but more interesting than anything I've seen in the theatre in a long while, including &lt;strong&gt;Riddick&lt;/strong&gt; which sucked.  While I am speaking of films I would just like to say that while I still believe that most are a waste of my life, there are some which do stimulate intellectually, and possibly touch the funny bone, one such film is &lt;strong&gt;The Big Lebowski,&lt;/strong&gt; another such film is not &lt;strong&gt;Aliens vs. Predator&lt;/strong&gt;, which is truly a waste of a lot of people's time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in conclusion I wish I could remember that story, and I am glad that this page loaded tonite, because it didn't last night.  Also, since I will not be at work for a couple of days there will be no blog for a couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-109376775359844892?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/109376775359844892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=109376775359844892' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109376775359844892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109376775359844892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2004/08/one-day-back-when.html' title='One Day Back When'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-109337725642821040</id><published>2004-08-24T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T12:54:16.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you gellin?</title><content type='html'>I can't stand to be 'gellin'.  In fact I will never buy those things because of the ridiculous nature of the advertisements.  If Dr. Scholl thinks he can pander to me with some catchy cutsie stupid rhyming commercial he is definitely dumb.  But I was thinking that bloggers could use the same type of advertising effectively, if properly written of course.  Observe this specimen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our scene opens with two yuppie well dressed men who just got in a fender bender, but are in surprising good moods despite their obvious predicament. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both say:  "I'll write this down, when I'm bloggin'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon hearing the other, they both smile winningly at each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dark haired racially obscure man (dhrom) says, "Wow, I think I hit my noggin'" and rubs his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The light haired obviously white man(lhowm) says, "Did you do it when you were joggin'?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dhrom: "No dumbhead, my cereal was soggin'&lt;br /&gt;                So I left to get some more egg noggin'.&lt;br /&gt;                But then you hit my stationwaggin'&lt;br /&gt;                Now I'm gonna give you a floggin'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lhowm:  "Whoa, now don't go doggin'&lt;br /&gt;                 I was just leaving to go loggin'&lt;br /&gt;                 But now, I'll get my shotggin'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dhrom: "Hey, hey I was just playggin'&lt;br /&gt;                Let's go play some Froggin'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lhown: "Then we can do some Bloggin'!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both jump in the air with one hand toward the sky and then in mid air freeze frame, and add sound byte "BY MENNEN"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there may be some plot holes, but you get the picture.  I figure if it works for my brother the doctor Scholl, it'll work for anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-109337725642821040?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/109337725642821040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=109337725642821040' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109337725642821040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109337725642821040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2004/08/are-you-gellin.html' title='Are you gellin?'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-109337443062089774</id><published>2004-08-24T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T12:23:49.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies For People Who Watch Movies</title><content type='html'>Working at nights gives one a peculiarly large amount of time to other stuff, but a distinct lack of energy to do any of it. Accordingly yesterday, I watched two movies during the day. The first was obviously &lt;strong&gt;Tombstone&lt;/strong&gt;. The second was &lt;strong&gt;Igby Goes Down&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say about the &lt;strong&gt;Igby&lt;/strong&gt;. It seems that it was inspired by &lt;strong&gt;The Catcher in the Rye&lt;/strong&gt;, but given a modern twist and pull that seperated it from the book entirely. It is about a 17 year old boy who runs away from school after school, and finally finds a place in NYC with his 'godfather's' mistress. There he meets up with even more wierdness, and can't seem to get himself to a place he actually wants to be. The story is heart-breaking, but seemingly 'ends on a good note' for Igby. The characters are the type that make you wonder the whether people like them actually exist in the world, not because of the horrific nature of their actions, but because you can imagine that given the right circumstances a person like this might emerge, because the possibility of these characters is just outside the border of non-fiction, in the realm of the probable. The inter-relationship of all the characters is what makes the movie, not really just Igby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end it is a sad, depressing story, that I wouldn't recommend to anyone because I don't want to be responsible for the awkwardness you have while watching this movie with someone's parents. It contains questionable material, and as we all know, "Its the question that drives us." That of course means that I know kung fu. And if you want to watch something depressing just watch all of the Matrix's and then remember when you had only seen the first one and thought about how cool it would be if they made sequels, that could land you in my office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-109337443062089774?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/109337443062089774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=109337443062089774' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109337443062089774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109337443062089774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2004/08/movies-for-people-who-watch-movies.html' title='Movies For People Who Watch Movies'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-109329704197799469</id><published>2004-08-23T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T14:37:21.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Has anyone else seen LadyHawke?</title><content type='html'>I watched &lt;strong&gt;Ladyhawke&lt;/strong&gt; last night for the first time.  Now I know that for some people this movie has achieved a certain status because they watched it as kids, but as an impartial viewer I have to rate it, "It's not to bad."  By that I mean there were some good parts, and I was pleasantly surprised that I didn't think it was too dumb. &lt;br /&gt;I also watched &lt;strong&gt;Tombstone&lt;/strong&gt;.  As I have seen it before I don't think I need to tell anyone that it is a good movie.  I was surprised to see so many other actors that have been in other big movies in small parts in &lt;strong&gt;Tombstone&lt;/strong&gt;.  I guess that I dismissed some of the predictability of the movie because I already knew the story.  The major flaw in the movie is the conversations with the actress.  I find it hard to believe that a man like Wyatt Earp would be seduced by such 'high school' notions of "I just want to have fun for the rest of my life and order room service".  Anyway, I like the movie, it was one Val Kilmer's best, except &lt;strong&gt;Top Secret&lt;/strong&gt;, which by the way came out in 1984, and I had thought it was from the 70's this whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-109329704197799469?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/109329704197799469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=109329704197799469' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109329704197799469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109329704197799469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2004/08/has-anyone-else-seen-ladyhawke.html' title='Has anyone else seen LadyHawke?'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-109305241432751920</id><published>2004-08-20T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T12:18:57.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Interactive Quiz I Just Took- Revised</title><content type='html'>&lt;form action="http://www.kwiz.biz/simplesurveys/do-survey.php" method="post" target="_new"&gt;&lt;table bordercolor="#efefef" cellspacing="0" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Currently Reading?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td 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(Be Honest)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;If it appears on someone's blog to mock&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+read+fan-fiction%3F++%28Be+Honest%29" name="question20"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type20"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you write fan-fiction?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+write+fan-fiction%3F" name="question21"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type21"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Favorite snack cracker?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cheez-It&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Favorite+snack+cracker%3F" name="question22"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type22"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Favorite song of all time?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2112&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Favorite+song+of+all+time%3F" name="question23"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type23"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Take This Survey"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kwiz.biz/simplesurveys/create-survey.php"&gt;CREATE YOUR OWN!&lt;/a&gt; - or - &lt;a href="http://www.kwiz.biz/simplesurveys/paid-surveys.php"&gt;GET PAID TO TAKE SURVEYS!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/form&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/7536061-109305241432751920?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/109305241432751920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=109305241432751920' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109305241432751920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109305241432751920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2004/08/new-interactive-quiz-i-just-took.html' title='The New Interactive Quiz I Just Took- Revised'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-109303262555510010</id><published>2004-08-20T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T13:11:12.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They Call Me The Working Man - Finally</title><content type='html'>It feels so good to finally get a pay check, from a job that I wll have for more than a day. I am discovering that my job is really cool, especially the night shift when everyone is asleep and I can read or something after I get my paperwork done. Now I know that I don't have unlimited free time while I'm at work, but I do get to read a good hundred pages most times. I also think that I get $1.oo extra an hour to work the shift. And my boss just offered me time and a half to work a weekend shift, as if I wouldn't do it anyway, and its a 12 hour shift. Maybe now I can afford to buy that box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavoure Jelly Beans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-109303262555510010?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/109303262555510010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=109303262555510010' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109303262555510010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109303262555510010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2004/08/they-call-me-working-man-finally.html' title='They Call Me The Working Man - Finally'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-109285923781375221</id><published>2004-08-18T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T13:00:37.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SSDD</title><content type='html'>This one time in Basic Training I saw something pretty funny. It was mainly funny because it wasn't happening to me, which is why a lot of things are funny in Basic Training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were all lined up for lunch, as a company (about 200 men), and these guys from another company want to get in front of us. Of course they have to ask the Drill Sergeant if they can pass, so they meekly approach DS Sanders. They ask permission to go ahead of us because their company has already eaten and these guys were guarding weapons or something. DS Sanders looks at them and asks if the soldier means all of them, (there were about 5). The private answers "yes", DS Sanders then gets in face about letting other soldiers in front of his own, then he lines them up so they all face him. He walks up and down the short line a couple of times then stops and smiles back at us and says, "Watch this." Starting at the first soldier he yells, "Shut the &lt;a href="mailto:!@#$"&gt;!@#$&lt;/a&gt; up!", and then moves on to the next soldier, "Shut the &lt;a href="mailto:!@#$"&gt;!@#$&lt;/a&gt; up!", until he gets to the last soldier, the one who had asked in the first place and he says, "What do you think I'm going to say?" The obedient soldiers says, "Shut the &lt;a href="mailto:!@#$"&gt;!@#$&lt;/a&gt; up." Just as he finishes the last word DS Sanders is in his face. "YOU TELLING ME TO SHUT UP!!! WHO THE &lt;a href="mailto:!@#$"&gt;!@#$&lt;/a&gt; DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!!! I'M A DRILL SERGEANT!! YOU SHUT THE &lt;a href="mailto:!@#$"&gt;!@#$&lt;/a&gt; UP!!!" and much more. It was really funny, and after we all stopped laughing he let them go eat in front of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that was all I could think of to write at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-109285923781375221?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/109285923781375221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=109285923781375221' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109285923781375221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109285923781375221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2004/08/ssdd.html' title='SSDD'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-109270756018336489</id><published>2004-08-16T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T18:52:40.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Pics of WWF</title><content type='html'>There are new pictures of the WWF on his site.  I just put them there, so tell all your friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I would like to annouce my official return to the Blog scene after my week long hiatus.  I don't have much to say except that I have confirmed that kayaking is very fun and requires some more of my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news:  Harry Potter will shortly be required to fund his own stay at the Hogwarts because of an alleged incident in the Ball Room with the lead pipe, or is the rope, or maybe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-109270756018336489?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/109270756018336489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=109270756018336489' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109270756018336489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109270756018336489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2004/08/more-pics-of-wwf.html' title='More Pics of WWF'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-109223369246140896</id><published>2004-08-11T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T07:14:52.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisters Recommend/ Disney Hijinx</title><content type='html'>The last two books that I read were recommended me by my sister.  I think that we are of an age that it is no longer requisite that I put whether she was my older or younger sister anymore.  We are both, well we are all adults now.  As I was saying, she recommended &lt;strong&gt;Frankenstein&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;About A Boy&lt;/strong&gt;, and both books were very good.  The later is moving up my list of most enjoyable books I've ever read, and the former is "one ripping good yarn".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I am leaving in a couple of hours for the great outdoors, but I haven't packed yet, or eaten breakfast.  While sitting this morning I realized that &lt;em&gt;The Jungle Book&lt;/em&gt; might be the best Disney movie, or possibly &lt;em&gt;Aladdin&lt;/em&gt;, but the songs are definitely better in &lt;em&gt;The Jungle Book&lt;/em&gt;.  The best song is the one that the monkeys sing about 'man's red fire', and when they start dancing I just loose it.  It seems to me that it is an early, better version of the hakuna matata song in &lt;em&gt;The Lion King&lt;/em&gt;.  I don't know why I always correlate them, it might be the gibberish, or the jungle.  Anyway, I have to take the 'secret of man's red fire' on my camping trip or I won't be able to eat the fish I catch.  I think it will fit in my backpack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-109223369246140896?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/109223369246140896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=109223369246140896' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109223369246140896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109223369246140896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2004/08/sisters-recommend-disney-hijinx.html' title='Sisters Recommend/ Disney Hijinx'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-109220482688914815</id><published>2004-08-10T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T23:13:46.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog-O-Matic</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm sorry I haven't posted anything in a while.  A funny thing happened to me, I got a job.  Now I'll have to change my profile and everything.  So that's what  I have been doing, instead of blogging.  And now I'm going on vacation tomorrow, so there won't be any blogs for a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In other news"  I just wanted to say that because it seems like a popular thing to say today.  As far as books go, I just finished &lt;strong&gt;About A Boy&lt;/strong&gt; and it was really good.  It was like watching tv, but so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've got to go.  I'll leave you with this.  &lt;strong&gt;EAT MORE HOTDOGS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-109220482688914815?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/109220482688914815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=109220482688914815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109220482688914815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109220482688914815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2004/08/blog-o-matic.html' title='Blog-O-Matic'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-109173340965777633</id><published>2004-08-05T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T12:16:49.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Addendum to Frankenstein Blog</title><content type='html'>Why would he have thought his creation would have killed his family only by seeing it open his eye, even if his eye is yellow. Frankenstein says he takes care of all the little minute details of the body, one would expect that a creator who takes so much time with the creation would know the color of its eyes. So it is not unimaginable that he would at least stick around to see what it was going to do. Frankenstein was scared of the commitment to teaching and loving the monster the minute he realized that the monster lived. He abhorred the creature because of how it looked, and yet he created it. He never meant to stand by it, he created it knowing he would abandon it, but with no other reason that his own fear of loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-109173340965777633?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/109173340965777633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=109173340965777633' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109173340965777633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109173340965777633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2004/08/addendum-to-frankenstein-blog.html' title='Addendum to Frankenstein Blog'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-109173332704503896</id><published>2004-08-05T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T12:15:27.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sausage King of Chicago</title><content type='html'>One of the many complaints I have about programming on TBS and a few other syndicated networks is the number of commercials interupting a perfectly good movie like Ferris Bueller's Day Off.  I happened to watch that last night, and there were so many commercials that a movie that is less than 2 hours normally took over 2 and a half to watch.  And there was the added insult of having to watch repeated ads for Sex and the City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the brightside the movie was awesome.  It was made even more enjoyable when I found out they were using the same dubbed version they played when I was a kid.  So when Ferris is talking to the camera near the end about Cameron's love prospects, and concludes, "You can't respect someone who licks your boots."  That is exactly what you hear even in our modern age when I'm sure they say similar things undubbed on the WB, and UPN, and ESPN, and MSNBC.  Well you get the picture:  it's nice somethings don't change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I'd like to officially nominate Ferris Bueller's Day Off for, "Great (Now Older) Movie that if Remade Would Suck".  I hope that puts to rest all of the Harry Potter/ Ferris Bueller spinoff talk I've hearing.  And no Hermione does not end up with Cameron, or Charlie Sheen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-109173332704503896?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/109173332704503896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=109173332704503896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109173332704503896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109173332704503896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2004/08/sausage-king-of-chicago.html' title='The Sausage King of Chicago'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-109165947837186592</id><published>2004-08-04T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T15:44:38.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Potential Cause of Meloncholy</title><content type='html'>I regret to inform the world that after much deliberation, and after finishing the Stargate movie, I have decided to withhold my nomination for a good sci-fi movie.  As I said yesterday, the beginning of the movie was interesting, but after I saw the psuedo-pharoah type of child I just couldn't really take it seriously.  Actually it might have been the love-interest story that turned me off also, I mean they were only there for a couple of days, possibly only one day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the rest of the news I have also decided that I know nothing about the internet, and have outlived my usefulness as an "internet' junkie.  I realized the only sites I ever look at are a select few blog sites, my email sites, google, and amazon.com.  I also check out the onion every once in a while, but not lately.  Oh yeah, and pollstar.com is a good site to find concert info.  Oh, and there's a wild fandango loose in the theatre.  Rar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-109165947837186592?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/109165947837186592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=109165947837186592' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109165947837186592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109165947837186592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2004/08/potential-cause-of-meloncholy.html' title='Potential Cause of Meloncholy'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-109158552117508577</id><published>2004-08-03T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T19:12:01.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've had a change of heart about Stargate</title><content type='html'>I know, I know, I've been saying it for years -  there is no way I'll ever watch Stargate.  At the moment I am watching it, well, it is paused for a couple of hours while my wife is at work, but here's the kicker, I kind of like it.  Not in any Gladiator, or Saving Private Ryan way, but I've enjoyed it so far, but then again, what I have seen so far has been pretty much free of aliens.  There is something about aliens that if they are done wrong they will end a movies usefulness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I am reading About A Boy by Nick Rivers, I mean Hornby, and that is also surprisingly good.  I do find that I read it (in my head, of course) in the best Hugh Grant voice my mind can do.  I also decided that I wholly subscribe to using my time in half hour blocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-109158552117508577?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/109158552117508577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=109158552117508577' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109158552117508577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109158552117508577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2004/08/ive-had-change-of-heart-about-stargate.html' title='I&apos;ve had a change of heart about Stargate'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-109148722717848976</id><published>2004-08-02T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T18:32:00.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YES, YES, Say it, He was my Boyfriend!!!</title><content type='html'>I will begin this book review with a memory of a book review not far in the past. It wasn't the first book review I was ever assigned, in fact I was in 8th grade at Mt. Gap Middle School in Huntsville, AL, and the assignment was an oral book report of a biography.  I, somehow,  decided by procrastinating that I was not going to do this book report.  The day everyone else got up in front of the class to give theirs, I had nothing, and had to say in front of the class that I had not done it. Well, my teacher decided that I still had to do one,I suppose she called my mother, because one day not long after my book report was due my mother approached me and said, "Why didn't you do your book report?" I had no good reasons, so later that day we went to the library, and I checked out a book on Stonewall Jackson. I was to read it and have a book report done in a week or two. Anyway, of course I tried to read the book, but I didn't. I did, however, glean enough information to make up a book report, which I gave in front of the class on a day reserved exclusively for myself. I think I still got a B on the report. The moral is that if you are resourceful enough you can fake your way through anything.  WAIT I mean the moral of course is not to procrastinate, so you won't have to look like a fool in front of your peers, and your mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently read Mary Shelley's &lt;strong&gt;Frankenstein. &lt;/strong&gt;I enjoyed it. First because of the story. I was amazed at how the movies have butchered this book. I'm sure everyone thinks they know the story, but as I read I honestly didn't know how this book was going to end. There were so many unexpected moments, that added greatly to the plot, which is the strongest point of this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, I enjoyed the characters. The monster was the most interesting, and the most pitiable. I really didn't feel sorry Frankenstein and his endless lamenting. The monster's story ch 9-16 was the most fancinating part of the book. His story makes the interest in the book, and it was very well imagined. It even interested me in reading &lt;strong&gt;Paradise Lost &lt;/strong&gt;which I have never before contemplated. The monster's intellect shines in his comparison of Adam and himself, and the real tragedy of the novel is that Frankenstein is too self-centered to see that what he has created is more than a body.   My problems with Frankenstein I suspect have to do mainly with the writing style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The writing was at best melodramatic.  Frankenstein is always lamenting that he is the most wretched man alive, and the monster joins in the game.  The end of the novel is like a contest.  First Frankenstein tells Walton, "no creature had ever been so miserable as I was; so frightful an event is single in the history of man(175)."    Quite an audacious statement, but the monster has the last lament when he exults, "No guilt, no mischief, no malignity, no misery, can be found comparible to mine(196)."  The monster even says he was more miserable when he killed his creator's new wife, than Frankenstein when he saw his bride lifeless on the bed.  Finally they stop arguing and the monster decides that the only sure way to be the most "miserable wretch" in the book is to burn himself alive.  His description of this death is telling.  "I shall ascend my funeral pile triumphantly and exult in the agony of torturing flames(198)."  As I was reading I wondered if the writing was the style of the day, or just the author.  I admit that some other works of that period are similarly prone to "Alas", but not to the extent of &lt;strong&gt;Frankenstein&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm sure you are saying right now that this blog is getting a little bit long.  Perhaps you are right.  But I'm not done yet.  I want to understand the reason why the creation of life engendered so much misery on all connected with it, consciously or unknowlingly.  It has been submitted that Frankenstein and his monster are two halves of the same consciousness.  One the intellect - the monster, and one the emotion - the dear Doctor, I am inclined to disbelieve this, for various reasons.  The idea is not without merit however, and it leads me to the structure of responsiblity.  Frankenstein, by creating, became a father, and in such he failed miserably.  He is blind to his responsiblity towards his creature, his offspring.  In the beginning of the novel he austentatiously states "a new species would bless me as its creator and source; many happy and excellent natures would owe their being to me.  No father could claim the gratitude of his child so completely as I should deserve theirs(38-9)."  He is fundamentally wrong is attitude towards his creation, and by this he is doomed to fail, and thus death. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When thus approached a relationship between intellect and emotion can be seen through the novel.  Frankenstein, emotion, creates and intellect, the monster, destroys.  Frankenstein is powerless against his creation once it has turned against him, because he gives the creature recourse to harm him through others, and is unwilling to repent of his mistake.   Emotion is often the driving force for change in life, but it must be sustained by intellect, because emotion can not maintain itself without the intellect, witness Frankenstein's constant fatigue, and sickness; but intellect will not understand emotional motives unless taught.  If intellect is decieved, or remains unnurtured it will return to the status quo because that is the logical place without proper understanding of emotional investment.  In &lt;strong&gt;Frankenstein&lt;/strong&gt;, the cost of an inproper relationship between the intellect and emotion is death for both creature, and creator.  The monster, and Frankenstein fail to see the symbosis of their personalities, and their responsiblities to each other.  However, it is the primarily the responibility of the creator to recognize this relationship, because as in &lt;strong&gt;Frankenstein&lt;/strong&gt;, the creature is not mentally able to see this without help at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to end with one quote, although I did really like the one I was shown before reading this book.  This comes from Shelley's own Introduction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Invention, it must be humbly admitted, does not consistin creating out of void, but out of chaos; the materials must, in the first place, be afforded:  it can give form to dark, shapeless substances but cannot bring into being the substance itself. ...  Invention consists in the capacity of seizing on the capabilities of a subject and in the power of moulding and fashioning ideas suggested to it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B+&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-109148722717848976?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/109148722717848976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=109148722717848976' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109148722717848976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109148722717848976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2004/08/yes-yes-say-it-he-was-my-boyfriend.html' title='YES, YES, Say it, He was my Boyfriend!!!'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-109148597869306897</id><published>2004-08-02T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T16:20:30.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Willage</title><content type='html'>In Ukraine if you a Ukrainian trying to learn English and if you need to describe for someone where you live, and if that place is outside the city, you would say: "I libe n zee willage."  So, I dedicate this post to Ukraine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to my next point: The Willage by M. Donnie Darko Shaman-man was surprising. Right before we went into the theatre I decided that I wasn't really expecting much, (which is the key to enjoying any movie these days), but what I got was a really good movie. I especially enjoyed the two main characters, and more especially the girl. I don't want to give it away about the indians, but the "mythical, mystical, ultra scary creatures" were a good controlled part of the movie. Having seen all of Mr Shaman-man's movies I now realize that his movies are never really horror movies. They are disguised as suspenseful, horror type movies but usually end up being a human interest story, and that is the more intriguing part anyway. The Willage was no different, much to the dismay of almost the whole audience who obviously went in expecting to be scared, and they were, but the got much more than that. For a 15 year old boy who sat behind me that was too much for him and he couldn't restrain his comments which just about got his ass kicked. And which did get my empty box of Reese's Pieces thrown at him, HAHAHA, he never knew.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was an engaging movie, I enjoyed the cast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-109148597869306897?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/109148597869306897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=109148597869306897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109148597869306897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109148597869306897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2004/08/willage.html' title='The Willage'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-109124674870311066</id><published>2004-07-30T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T21:05:48.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No blog, No problem</title><content type='html'>I noticed that nobody posted a new blog today.  I wanted to ask, "What gives?".  I guess no one had the time, and now here I am posting something because I have the time.  Time is on my side.  Just how much time do you think we have? &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, all I want to say is that sometimes I really like to get up early, and sometimes I am just so tired thatI don't want to get up but I'm not really sleeping, I'm just laying there lamenting how tired I am.  It's a Catch 22, sleep or no sleep.  Because let's face it, sleeping is really just a waste of time.  I mean besides resting your body, what else is it good for?  All you do is lay there, and at the end you don't even remember anything but a bunch of jibberish dreams that don't mean anything.  It's like I heard about movies, in the end you aren't doing anything but being inanimate. &lt;br /&gt;Now the truth of the thing is that right now I'm dam tired, and I really want to sleep, but if I didn't have to I wouldn't.  I would rather play video games, or read, or write, or just about anything.  Think about how much we could get done if we didn't have to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-109124674870311066?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/109124674870311066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=109124674870311066' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109124674870311066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109124674870311066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2004/07/no-blog-no-problem.html' title='No blog, No problem'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-109111524327540143</id><published>2004-07-29T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T08:34:03.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unemployment Is Best In Life</title><content type='html'>Most days I just feel kind of lazy.&amp;nbsp; I mean its 9:23 in the AM and I'm sitting in pajama pants in the kitchen typing a blog, what kind of life is that?&amp;nbsp; Fortunately my wife earns some money to support my lifestyle, but there are days when I remember that it was good to work.&amp;nbsp; Those are the days when I watch a couple of movies before 1 o'clock in the afternoon, and then get a headache from so much TV.&amp;nbsp; I enjoy just walking around the house too, it adds the illusion that someday I might do something.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Of course, I play with the animals, because you can not feel guilty about being lazy while you are petting a cat, or watching the dog go to the bathroom.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; What would that animal be doing without you?&amp;nbsp; YOU are useful.&lt;br /&gt;The worst part of unemployment is the long afternoons, when you sit down to read a good book, or comic book, and fall asleep for a while.&amp;nbsp; Who knows how long, time is not really measured when you have no job.&amp;nbsp; Then its time to go pick up your wife from work, and when she asks you what you did today you can't really remember doing anything.&amp;nbsp; Its then that I think I'd be better off being "Food for wolve".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-109111524327540143?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/109111524327540143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=109111524327540143' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109111524327540143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109111524327540143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2004/07/unemployment-is-best-in-li_109111524327540143.html' title='Unemployment Is Best In Life'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-109111435963664256</id><published>2004-07-29T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T08:19:19.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Custom Personality Test</title><content type='html'>Are you a robot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you answered yes, then from now on you must address the world thus:&amp;nbsp; "I, Robot, do declare yadda yadda yadda, and so forth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you answered no, then you must say:&amp;nbsp; "I, human, do desire a grilled cheese sandwich, or yoda yoda yoda, and etc and so on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If everyone were so inclined to participate in this test there would be no need for the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-109111435963664256?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/109111435963664256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=109111435963664256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109111435963664256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109111435963664256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2004/07/custom-personality-test.html' title='Custom Personality Test'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7536061.post-109079198141266395</id><published>2004-07-28T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T20:17:02.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Retrospect</title><content type='html'>I remember this one time when I was younger my mom made pizza.&amp;nbsp; I think she wanted to give the sauce some flavor, so she added spices.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately, the spices had some larger pieces in it.&amp;nbsp; I can't remember if I ate it or not, but I do remember calling the spices 'wood'.&amp;nbsp; I don't know why this makes me feel bad now.&amp;nbsp; I was just a kid, but I have a lot of memories of being a complete jackass when someone was trying to do something good for me.&amp;nbsp; I remember asking her the next time she was making pizza if she was going to put 'wood' on it this time.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So speaking of pruning, I was pruning today for a couple of hours and I was thinking of all my experience pruning.&amp;nbsp; Then I remembered this one time when my little brother, bless his heart, was asked to prune the palm tree in our front yard in CA.&amp;nbsp; It was one of those miniature ones so even though he was young at the time he could still get to the fronds.&amp;nbsp; I don't remember seeing him do the actual work, but I remember driving up to the house and seeing a bald palm tree.&amp;nbsp; There wasn't a frond left.&amp;nbsp; Even now when someone says flat top I think of that tree.&amp;nbsp; On the flip side or the flip mode the tree lived, at least until we moved.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It actually made quite good progress, more than it was making with the fronds.&amp;nbsp; So Huzzah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7536061-109079198141266395?l=frumix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/feeds/109079198141266395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7536061&amp;postID=109079198141266395' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109079198141266395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7536061/posts/default/109079198141266395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frumix.blogspot.com/2004/07/in-retrospect.html' title='In Retrospect'/><author><name>Tyler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17365072574572671966</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oZBtrU8e-II/SUevjnNNXrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/0al4E2eQHBk/S220/Nov+27++2008+032crop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
