<?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-3461862926414584068</id><updated>2012-02-11T13:10:39.740-05:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Doctor Who'/><category term='math'/><category term='list'/><category term='Melinda'/><category term='movies'/><category term='Xmas'/><category term='Canadiana'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Podcast'/><category term='Mad Men'/><category term='unicorn'/><category term='NPH'/><category term='Christopher Eccleston'/><category term='hilarity'/><category term='Erin'/><category term='grocery lesson'/><category term='Dalek'/><category term='Emilie is a douchebag'/><category term='Purse'/><category term='David Tennant'/><category term='recipe'/><category term='Cait'/><category term='Rose'/><category term='Hamilton'/><category term='MASH'/><category term='Geek Holiday'/><category term='playlist'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>Undefined Success Rate</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>hip_bone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801948693603279535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SUWThZrFEAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fPuB49-byeg/S220/100_0155_00.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461862926414584068.post-7457651447998210218</id><published>2010-03-19T22:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T00:55:07.140-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playlist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><title type='text'>150 Good Songs</title><content type='html'>I was looking for songs to put on my annual driving with the windows down CD and I randomly searched "Good Songs". What I found was a lot of lists of good songs, none of which I thought were all that good. So here is my own list. Keep in mind this isn't a list of my favourite songs, or the best songs. Just good songs. I'm going to try not to repeat artists, and I won't &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;necessarily&lt;/span&gt; name my favourite song by an artist, just the first good song I can think of. In no particular order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Blinded Me With Science - Thomas Dolby&lt;br /&gt;2. Clint Eastwood - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gorillaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. We're Not Deep - the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Housemartins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Stay Up Late - The Talking Heads&lt;br /&gt;5. Jingle of a Dogs Collar - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Butthole&lt;/span&gt; Surfers&lt;br /&gt;6. Toxic - Brittany Spears&lt;br /&gt;7. Hey Ya - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Outkast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger - Daft Punk&lt;br /&gt;9, Smooth Criminal - Micheal Jackson&lt;br /&gt;10. Don't Think Twice It's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Allright&lt;/span&gt; - Bob Dylan&lt;br /&gt;11. It's The End of The World as We Know It (And I Feel Fine) - REM&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Parklife&lt;/span&gt; - Blur&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lipgloss&lt;/span&gt; - Pulp&lt;br /&gt;14. Wonderful, Wonderful - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Johny&lt;/span&gt; Mathis&lt;br /&gt;15. On the Radio - Regina &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Spektor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. One Gun - 54-40&lt;br /&gt;17. Ping Pong - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Stereolab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Come Back to Me - Cherry &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Poppin&lt;/span&gt;' Daddies&lt;br /&gt;19. Erie Canal - Bruce &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Springstein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Mexican Radio - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Devo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Mack the Knife - Bobby Darin&lt;br /&gt;22. Substitute - The Who&lt;br /&gt;23. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Twentysomething&lt;/span&gt; - Jamie &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cullum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Don't Walk Away - Kelly &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Clarkson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Sledgehammer - Peter Gabriel&lt;br /&gt;26. 50 Ways to Leave Your Lover - Paul Simon&lt;br /&gt;27. Hit Me With Your Rhythm Stick - Ian &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Drury&lt;/span&gt; and the Blockheads&lt;br /&gt;28. Frontier Psychiatrist - The Avalanches&lt;br /&gt;29. Electioneering - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Radiohead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. 303 - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kula&lt;/span&gt; Shaker&lt;br /&gt;31. So Long And Thanks For All the Fish - Neil &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hannon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Caught a Light Sneeze - Tori Amos&lt;br /&gt;33. The Mending of the Gown - Sunset Rubdown&lt;br /&gt;34. Hey Bulldog - The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;35. I Guess That's Why They Call it The Blues - Elton John&lt;br /&gt;36. 10538 Overture - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ELO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Devil's Answer - Atomic Rooster&lt;br /&gt;38. You Can't Always Get What You Want - Rolling Stones&lt;br /&gt;39. Ain't that Peculiar - Smokey Robinson&lt;br /&gt;40. Something for the Weekend - The Divine Comedy&lt;br /&gt;41. These Days Are Old - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Spookey&lt;/span&gt; Ruben&lt;br /&gt;42. Single Ladies - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Beyonce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. The Lines You Amend - Sloan&lt;br /&gt;44. You're The Boss - Brian &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Setzer&lt;/span&gt; Orchestra&lt;br /&gt;45. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hollaback&lt;/span&gt; Girl - Gwen &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Stefani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Flashlight - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Parliament&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Givin&lt;/span&gt;' Up - The Darkness&lt;br /&gt;48. Right Said Fred - Bernard &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cribbans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. E Pro - Beck&lt;br /&gt;50. Harvest - Neil Young&lt;br /&gt;51. Cry Me a River - Joe &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cocker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. What Goes Around (Comes Around) -  Justin &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Timberlake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Traveller In Time - Uriah Heap&lt;br /&gt;54. Making Plans For Nigel - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;XTC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Tainted Love - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Softcell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. This Charming Man - The Smiths&lt;br /&gt;57. Suspicious Minds - Elvis Presley&lt;br /&gt;58. Wreck of The Edmund Fitzgerald - Gordon &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lightfoot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. You're My Best Friend - Queen&lt;br /&gt;60. Dune Buggy - Presidents of the United States of America&lt;br /&gt;61. Sound and Vision - David Bowie&lt;br /&gt;62. Help  Me Rhonda - The Beach Boys&lt;br /&gt;63. Head Over Feet - Tears For Fears&lt;br /&gt;64. ABC - Jackson Five&lt;br /&gt;65. Famous Blue Raincoat - Leonard Cohen&lt;br /&gt;66. American Wedding - Gogol Bordello&lt;br /&gt;67. Kids - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MGMT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Alone + an Easy Target - Foo Fighters&lt;br /&gt;69. Cherub Rock - Smashing Pumpkins&lt;br /&gt;70. Spanish Bombs - The Clash&lt;br /&gt;71. If I Had A Million Dollars - the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Barenaked&lt;/span&gt; Ladies&lt;br /&gt;72. Up On The Roof - The Drifters&lt;br /&gt;73. Rock Lobster - The B52s&lt;br /&gt;74. Your Woman - White Town&lt;br /&gt;75. Van &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Halen&lt;/span&gt; - Nerf Herder&lt;br /&gt;76. Creeper - Islands&lt;br /&gt;77. I Was Born a Unicorn - The Unicorns&lt;br /&gt;78. Little Ghost - The White Stripes&lt;br /&gt;79. Look Good In Leather - Cody Chestnut&lt;br /&gt;80. Paper Planes - MIA&lt;br /&gt;81. If I Only Knew - Tom Jones&lt;br /&gt;82. New York Telephone Conversation - Lou Reed&lt;br /&gt;84. Buddy Holly - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Weezer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Money For Nothing - Dire Straits&lt;br /&gt;86. Hot And Cold - Katy Perry&lt;br /&gt;87. Doctor Who (Is Gonna Fix It) - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bullamakanka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. King Of the Road - Roger Miller&lt;br /&gt;89. Hard To Explain - The Strokes&lt;br /&gt;90. Holland 1945 - Neutral Milk Hotel&lt;br /&gt;91. Ban Marriage - The Hidden Cameras&lt;br /&gt;92. Mary Mac - Great Big Sea&lt;br /&gt;93. Bang, Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down) - Nancy Sinatra&lt;br /&gt;94. Personal Jesus - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_40" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Depeche&lt;/span&gt; Mode&lt;br /&gt;95. Transmission - Joy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_41" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Divison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. Army - Ben Folds Five&lt;br /&gt;97. Bye Bye Love - The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_42" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Everly&lt;/span&gt; Brothers&lt;br /&gt;98. Danger (High Voltage) - The Electric Six&lt;br /&gt;99. Girls On Film - Duran Duran&lt;br /&gt;100. Take Me Out - Franz Ferdinand&lt;br /&gt;101.  I Can't Decide - Scissor Sisters&lt;br /&gt;102.  All These Things That I Have Done - The Killers&lt;br /&gt;103. The Twist - Metric&lt;br /&gt;104. Sabotage - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_43" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Beastie&lt;/span&gt; Boys&lt;br /&gt;105. Flagpole &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_44" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sitta&lt;/span&gt; - Harvey Danger&lt;br /&gt;106. Lessons Learned from Rocky I to Rocky III - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_45" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cornershop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;107. Papa Don't Preach - Madonna&lt;br /&gt;108. Supersonic - Oasis&lt;br /&gt;109. Basket Case - Green Day&lt;br /&gt;110. Groove Is In The Heart - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_46" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Deeelite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;111. Heart Shaped Box - Nirvana&lt;br /&gt;112. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_47" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Message&lt;/span&gt; In a Bottle - The Police&lt;br /&gt;113. Centerfold - J &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_48" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Geils&lt;/span&gt; Band&lt;br /&gt;114. Friends Of P - The Rentals&lt;br /&gt;115. Bang a Gong - T Rex&lt;br /&gt;116. Mother Of Pearl - Roxy Music&lt;br /&gt;117. Well Respected Man - The Kinks&lt;br /&gt;118. Dreaming - Blondie&lt;br /&gt;119. Summertime - Billy Stewart&lt;br /&gt;120. House Of The Rising Sun - Animals&lt;br /&gt;121. Hit The Road Jack - Ray Charles&lt;br /&gt;122. I Am I Said - Neil Diamond&lt;br /&gt;123. The Beat Goes On - Sonny and Cher&lt;br /&gt;124. It's The Same Old Song - The Four Tops&lt;br /&gt;125. The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_49" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Infanta&lt;/span&gt; - The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_50" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Decemberists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;126. I Heard It Through the Grapevine - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_51" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CCR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;127. Poker Face - Lady Gaga&lt;br /&gt;128. When Doves Cry - Prince&lt;br /&gt;129. The Way - Fastball&lt;br /&gt;130. Waiting For Superman - The Flaming Lips&lt;br /&gt;131. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_52" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Burnin&lt;/span&gt;' Down The House - Tom Jones and the Cardigans&lt;br /&gt;132. In The Meantime - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_53" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Spacehog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;133. Dream On - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_54" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Aerosmith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;134. Major Tom (Coming Home) - Peter Schilling&lt;br /&gt;135. 16 Tons - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_55" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Tennessee&lt;/span&gt; Earl Ford&lt;br /&gt;136. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_56" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Photocorners&lt;/span&gt; - The Lovely Feathers&lt;br /&gt;137. I'll Believe in Anything - Wolf Parade&lt;br /&gt;138. Hot &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_57" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Patootie&lt;/span&gt; (Bless My Soul) - Meatloaf&lt;br /&gt;139. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_58" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Voo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_59" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Doo&lt;/span&gt; Child - Rogue Traders&lt;br /&gt;140. Alison - Elvis Costello&lt;br /&gt;141. Circles - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_60" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Soul&lt;/span&gt; Coughing&lt;br /&gt;142. The Longest Time - Billy Joel&lt;br /&gt;143. Hips Don't Lie - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_61" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shakira&lt;/span&gt; featuring &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_62" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wyclef&lt;/span&gt; Jean&lt;br /&gt;144. Rock Me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_63" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Amadeus&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_64" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Falco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;145. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_65" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Shadaroba&lt;/span&gt; - Roy Orbison&lt;br /&gt;146.  Bye Bye Bye - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_66" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nsync&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;147. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_67" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Camelwalk&lt;/span&gt; - Southern Culture on the Skids&lt;br /&gt;148. Crazy - Gnarls Barkley&lt;br /&gt;149. Crazy - Seal&lt;br /&gt;150. Crazy - Patsy Cline&lt;br /&gt;151. Crazy - Pylon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461862926414584068-7457651447998210218?l=undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/feeds/7457651447998210218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461862926414584068&amp;postID=7457651447998210218' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/7457651447998210218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/7457651447998210218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/2010/03/150-good-songs.html' title='150 Good Songs'/><author><name>hip_bone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801948693603279535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SUWThZrFEAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fPuB49-byeg/S220/100_0155_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461862926414584068.post-6170542920984341225</id><published>2010-01-19T14:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T14:25:34.576-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canadiana'/><title type='text'>RIP Kate McGarrigle</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://media1.nfb.ca/medias/flash/ONFflvplayer-gama.swf" width="516" height="337" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"  flashvars="mID=IDOBJ251&amp;bufferTime=10&amp;width=516&amp;height=337&amp;image=http://media1.nfb.ca/medias/nfb_tube/thumbs_large/2008/log_drivers_big.jpg&amp;showWarningMessages=false&amp;streamNotFoundDelay=15&amp;lang=en&amp;getPlaylistOnEnd=true&amp;playlist_id=REL179&amp;embeddedMode=true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461862926414584068-6170542920984341225?l=undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/feeds/6170542920984341225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461862926414584068&amp;postID=6170542920984341225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/6170542920984341225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/6170542920984341225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/2010/01/rip-kate-mcgarrigle.html' title='RIP Kate McGarrigle'/><author><name>hip_bone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801948693603279535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SUWThZrFEAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fPuB49-byeg/S220/100_0155_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461862926414584068.post-1199674807941105741</id><published>2010-01-11T16:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T16:06:43.537-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Frankie Says Relax`</title><content type='html'>I meant to add this on yesterdays Scottish Hall of Fame post, but I forgot. Here's Frankie Boyle on Mock the Week. An Agony Aunt appears to be an advice columnist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/my5ENXDfwkM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/my5ENXDfwkM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461862926414584068-1199674807941105741?l=undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/feeds/1199674807941105741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461862926414584068&amp;postID=1199674807941105741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/1199674807941105741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/1199674807941105741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/2010/01/frankie-says-relax.html' title='Frankie Says Relax`'/><author><name>hip_bone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801948693603279535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SUWThZrFEAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fPuB49-byeg/S220/100_0155_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461862926414584068.post-3183135995150554067</id><published>2010-01-11T01:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T02:16:13.576-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Tennant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melinda'/><title type='text'>Scottish Hall of Fame</title><content type='html'>I recently read a &lt;a href="http://melinda.pink-spider.net/?p=653"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; on my friend Melinda's blog about her birthday party. Her friends threw her a "So I Married an Axe Murderer" theme party. Which is the most hilariously awesome and obscure theme I've ever encountered! On her post she has a picture of a wall, I'm assuming in her house, titled "Scottish Wall of Fame". As a service to Melinda (call it a belated birthday present) I've come up with a few suggestions for her to add to her wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Groundskeeper Willie&lt;br /&gt;No one is sure if Willie is from Aberdeen or Glasgow, but he was recently named the most &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;recognizeable&lt;/span&gt; Scot in a US poll. Also, he's really funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/S0rNngx2HqI/AAAAAAAAALs/SxbKtA2cgcM/s1600-h/groundskeeper-willie-229x300.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 229px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425374779818778274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/S0rNngx2HqI/AAAAAAAAALs/SxbKtA2cgcM/s320/groundskeeper-willie-229x300.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/S0rNoIvyONI/AAAAAAAAAL0/mz5AvVILYG0/s1600-h/scrooge-mcduck-make-it-rain-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Frankie Boyle&lt;br /&gt;Frankie is Glaswegian Comedian (that's a fun rhyme) who is best known for his dark and often &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/S0rNnGwVj9I/AAAAAAAAALc/EcrDDnCY6Vc/s1600-h/frankieboyle2-LST013315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 279px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425374772833128402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/S0rNnGwVj9I/AAAAAAAAALc/EcrDDnCY6Vc/s320/frankieboyle2-LST013315.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;controversial humour. He was regular on Mock the Week for the last seven seasons, and everything that comes out of his mouth is comic gold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do I even need to explain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/S0rNnSaFidI/AAAAAAAAALk/OkdNFt6Pd8U/s1600-h/_41047337_david_tennant_pa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425374775961029074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/S0rNnSaFidI/AAAAAAAAALk/OkdNFt6Pd8U/s320/_41047337_david_tennant_pa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Scrooge &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;McDuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because more houses need to have Scrooge &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mc&lt;/span&gt;Duck on their walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/S0rNoIvyONI/AAAAAAAAAL0/mz5AvVILYG0/s1600-h/scrooge-mcduck-make-it-rain-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 278px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 253px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425374790547552466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/S0rNoIvyONI/AAAAAAAAAL0/mz5AvVILYG0/s320/scrooge-mcduck-make-it-rain-thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461862926414584068-3183135995150554067?l=undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/feeds/3183135995150554067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461862926414584068&amp;postID=3183135995150554067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/3183135995150554067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/3183135995150554067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/2010/01/scottish-hall-of-fame.html' title='Scottish Hall of Fame'/><author><name>hip_bone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801948693603279535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SUWThZrFEAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fPuB49-byeg/S220/100_0155_00.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/S0rNngx2HqI/AAAAAAAAALs/SxbKtA2cgcM/s72-c/groundskeeper-willie-229x300.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461862926414584068.post-4187266545387932516</id><published>2009-12-29T12:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T12:54:20.628-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Xmas'/><title type='text'>Holiday Recap</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting here at my parent's house in the middle of nowhere. It's Dec 29th and I go back to work tomorrow. Bummer. When it's all been said and done I'll have only been home for about 90 hours. After such a quiet Christmas it's so nice to come home to a big Larabie family get together. We had a quiet dinner with the immediate family on boxing day. Then spent the day at Sandy Beach with the whole family. Yesterday we went to the quaint town of Picton for a ridiculous amount of second hand shopping with mom. I've never seen anyone get a deal like her, although Emilie is a close second. I also ate the best bowl of soup I've ever had at a small coffee shop called The Bean Counter. If you're even in Picton it's right across the street from the giant tiger. It was potato bacon soup and it's bumped me into a new soup bracket. That evening I visited my oldest friend Erin, and went and saw Sherlock Holmes. I thoroughly enjoyed Sherlock Holmes and I think io9's Annalee Newitz' said it best in her review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"In a season full of swollen special effects blockbusters and annoying Christmas stories, badboy Brit director Guy Ritchie's Sherlock Holmes is a welcome respite. It's a simple whodunnit with Victorian flourishes and a lot of incredibly hammy acting from star Robert Downey, Jr., playing Holmes as a badass Hunter Thompson type. When he's not solving crimes or using his powers of observation to kick bad guys in the nuts, Downey's Holmes mopes in his rooms, taking drugs and testing new kinds of explosives. Jude Law plays Watson with tweedy aplomb. Downey and Law have such incredible chemistry together that every scene featuring the two of them crackles with homoerotic zing and makes you fall completely in love with these two masters of logic who can also fight like Irish wrestlers (did I mention the great Irish wrestling scene? oh yeah)."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my last full day before going back to the city. The whole family, aunts uncles and cousin's are coming to our house for a game night. How fun is that? We even have a trophy that we got at M.O.D. in Picton. All and all it was a fantastic holiday, and thats not even counting the presents. Thanks to all my family for making it so wonderful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461862926414584068-4187266545387932516?l=undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/feeds/4187266545387932516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461862926414584068&amp;postID=4187266545387932516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/4187266545387932516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/4187266545387932516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/2009/12/holiday-recap.html' title='Holiday Recap'/><author><name>hip_bone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801948693603279535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SUWThZrFEAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fPuB49-byeg/S220/100_0155_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461862926414584068.post-5481746332625885432</id><published>2009-12-12T17:55:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T18:07:14.961-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctor Who'/><title type='text'>Long Overdue!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm back! Although I never really left, just got a new computer with a keyboard that doesn't really work, and makes typing really painstaking and annoying. I came accross an article today "the worst album covers of the decade" and I had to post a comparison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First MC Hammers "Look Look Look" Album Cover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414488265479393026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SyQgY-hrjwI/AAAAAAAAALE/HgTq6vnil9Q/s400/MC_Hammer_Look_3x.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now...Doctor Who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 332px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414490031912820514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SyQh_zAOnyI/AAAAAAAAALU/Fev5lWifBCM/s400/a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I assume this will lead to some reslly awesome crossovers. Or some really terrible fanfic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461862926414584068-5481746332625885432?l=undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/feeds/5481746332625885432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461862926414584068&amp;postID=5481746332625885432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/5481746332625885432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/5481746332625885432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/2009/12/long-overdue.html' title='Long Overdue!'/><author><name>hip_bone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801948693603279535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SUWThZrFEAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fPuB49-byeg/S220/100_0155_00.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SyQgY-hrjwI/AAAAAAAAALE/HgTq6vnil9Q/s72-c/MC_Hammer_Look_3x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461862926414584068.post-7038302169783606830</id><published>2009-08-18T06:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T06:46:18.168-04:00</updated><title type='text'>...a tropical heatwave!</title><content type='html'>Today Emilie pointed out that it is day 12 of the heatwave. I don't know if that's right but it sure feels like it. I would just like to point out that I never complained about the rainy, cool July we had - therefore it's unfair that I'm this hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRING BACK THE COLD SUMMER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461862926414584068-7038302169783606830?l=undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/feeds/7038302169783606830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461862926414584068&amp;postID=7038302169783606830' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/7038302169783606830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/7038302169783606830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/2009/08/tropical-heatwave.html' title='...a tropical heatwave!'/><author><name>hip_bone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801948693603279535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SUWThZrFEAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fPuB49-byeg/S220/100_0155_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461862926414584068.post-2801289917220783424</id><published>2009-07-27T14:15:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T14:42:19.689-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><title type='text'>Favourite Songs: Musicals</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure if this is nerdier or less nerdy than my classical music list. But here we go! Favourite songs from musicals (many of which I haven't actually seen) and my favourite performers of said songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. With One Look - From Sunset Boulevard (performed by Petula Clark)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Z3vupuGKwQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Z3vupuGKwQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sunset Boulevard - From Sunset Boulevard (performed by John Barrowman)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1atWehdBp7M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1atWehdBp7M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Sweet Transvestite - From Rocky Horror - Anthony Stewart Head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fbrsliIxUSg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fbrsliIxUSg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Ya Got Trouble - The Music Man - Robert Preston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qam1fbQmA_s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qam1fbQmA_s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. On The Rise - Dr. Horrible's Sing-a-long Blog - Neil Patrick Harris and Felicia Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ypp1y9zfAv8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ypp1y9zfAv8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really anything from Dr. Horrible, it's so hard to pick one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Wig in a Box - Hedwig and the Angry Inch - John Cameron Mitchell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6kySwhkpY4I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6kySwhkpY4I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad that he's prettier than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. At The Opera Tonight - Repo: The Genetic Opera - Anthony Head, Alexa Vega, Sarah Brightman, Paul Sorvino, Bill Mosley, Ogre, Paris Hilton et al.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mo6MBgUtXiQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mo6MBgUtXiQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461862926414584068-2801289917220783424?l=undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/feeds/2801289917220783424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461862926414584068&amp;postID=2801289917220783424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/2801289917220783424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/2801289917220783424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/2009/07/favourite-songs-musicals.html' title='Favourite Songs: Musicals'/><author><name>hip_bone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801948693603279535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SUWThZrFEAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fPuB49-byeg/S220/100_0155_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461862926414584068.post-6105390147730049710</id><published>2009-07-26T08:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T09:53:11.333-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><title type='text'>Favourite Songs: Classical</title><content type='html'>My lists of favourite music tends to rotate a lot. Not only favourite songs, but favourite genres as well. Lately I've been listening to a lot of Classical again, it's soooo good! Here are some of my favourite (lesser known pieces).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Castle (#4 Bydlo) from Pictures at an Exhibition by Mussorgsky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/agT-FHDS9ow&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/agT-FHDS9ow&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. First Suite in Eflat for Military Band - Gustav Holst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ngTnToAs4uU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ngTnToAs4uU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. English Folk Song Suite (Seventeen Come Sunday) - Raiph Vaughn Williams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_tKIwzPKqFg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_tKIwzPKqFg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Symphony #1 (Titan) - Mvt 3 - Gustav Mahler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c2rKsfm-FYk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c2rKsfm-FYk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Finlandia - Jean Sibelius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/afUFvbVwq-I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/afUFvbVwq-I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461862926414584068-6105390147730049710?l=undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/feeds/6105390147730049710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461862926414584068&amp;postID=6105390147730049710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/6105390147730049710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/6105390147730049710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/2009/07/favourite-songs-classical.html' title='Favourite Songs: Classical'/><author><name>hip_bone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801948693603279535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SUWThZrFEAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fPuB49-byeg/S220/100_0155_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461862926414584068.post-9113168126948842340</id><published>2009-07-11T19:32:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T20:38:46.086-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><title type='text'>TV Shows You Should Invest Time in</title><content type='html'>Do you have a lengthy recovery coming up? Last year when I had my numerous eye surgeries I used my down time to catch up on TV.  Since then I've used various "downtimes" (that on is in quotes because it wasn't really downtime, it was time when I didn't feel like doing anything producttive) to rent/buy/borrow DVDs of entire TV series and watch the whole thing in a couple of sittings. I can't believe I used to watch TV week to week like a savage! Anyway below is a list of my favourite TV shows to watch marathon style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Lost (Seasons so far 5, hours of investment about 76)&lt;br /&gt;As my sister says this "is a lot of show". It's not the type you can watch out of order, or sporadically, so if you've got a lot of time on your hands, and you're able to pay attention for a while this is a great series. Highly addictive as most of the episodes end in a WTF cliffhanger. I can't imagine having to wait months to find out what was in that hatch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WAMSDsfCMXk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WAMSDsfCMXk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Life on Mars (UK) (Seasons 2, hours of investment 16)&lt;br /&gt;Unlike the US version the original series is fantastic! Creative and dark, but funny and quotable as well. Phillip Glenister and John Simm are a perfect match. The DVDs are finally coming out in region one this summer. Do yourself a favour and check it out. I loved this series so much I bought the region 2 DVDs to watch on my sisters laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/id2uHeK7Jmo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/id2uHeK7Jmo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Mad Men (Seasons so far 2, hours of investment about 25)&lt;br /&gt;Slow moving but so worth it! It's not the most action packed show, but it sure looks nice. The characters are interesting and multidimensional, and the subtlety in the writing is superb. Each episode looks like a mini movie, and costs about as much to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MVx_mECcRBc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MVx_mECcRBc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Arrested Development (Seasons 3, hours of investment about 27)&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't watched this show yet then you're missing out. Probably the cleverist sitcom of all time, I can watch it again and again and never get tired of it. Watch the first few episodes in order, but once you get a feel for the characters you can bounce around without losing much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iPpLnsRmKPw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iPpLnsRmKPw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461862926414584068-9113168126948842340?l=undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/feeds/9113168126948842340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461862926414584068&amp;postID=9113168126948842340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/9113168126948842340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/9113168126948842340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/2009/07/tv-shows-you-should-invest-time-in.html' title='TV Shows You Should Invest Time in'/><author><name>hip_bone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801948693603279535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SUWThZrFEAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fPuB49-byeg/S220/100_0155_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461862926414584068.post-2515388392655266697</id><published>2009-07-03T19:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T19:21:25.346-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><title type='text'>July is List Month!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Apparently&lt;/span&gt; the first week of July is list week for the Toronto Star. Since I don't blog every day (or every month for that matter -- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sheesh&lt;/span&gt;), I've decided to celebrate list week all July! Awesome Sauce!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's list --&lt;br /&gt;Real Side Effects as stated in the commercial for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lyrica&lt;/span&gt; (an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;anticonvulsant&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;neuropathic&lt;/span&gt; pain treatment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   *  Dizziness&lt;br /&gt;   * Drowsiness&lt;br /&gt;   * &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Coordination&lt;/span&gt; problems&lt;br /&gt;   * Weight gain&lt;br /&gt;   * Dry mouth&lt;br /&gt;   * Infections&lt;br /&gt;   * Headaches&lt;br /&gt;   * Accidental injury&lt;br /&gt;   * Shakiness (tremors)&lt;br /&gt;   * Memory loss, problems &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;concentrating&lt;/span&gt;, or slow thinking&lt;br /&gt;   * &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Constipation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   * Speech problems&lt;br /&gt;   * Weakness&lt;br /&gt;   * Increased appetite&lt;br /&gt;   * Problems walking&lt;br /&gt;   * Twitching&lt;br /&gt;   * A spinning sensation&lt;br /&gt;   * Chest pain&lt;br /&gt;   * Gas&lt;br /&gt;   * Unexplained pleasant or happy feelings&lt;br /&gt;   * Vomiting&lt;br /&gt;   * Back pain&lt;br /&gt;   * Bladder control problems&lt;br /&gt;   * Flu-like symptoms (such as body aches and chills)&lt;br /&gt;   * Low blood sugar&lt;br /&gt;   * Nervousness&lt;br /&gt;   * Fatigue&lt;br /&gt;   * Feeling abnormal or drunk&lt;br /&gt;   * Sinus infections&lt;br /&gt;   * Joint pain&lt;br /&gt;   * Muscle spasms.&lt;br /&gt;   *  Signs of congestive heart failure, including difficulty breathing and water retention or swelling (especially in the hands, legs, or feet)&lt;br /&gt;   * Unusual bruising or bleeding&lt;br /&gt;   * An irregular heart rhythm&lt;br /&gt;   * Any vision changes, including blurred vision or double vision&lt;br /&gt;   * A need to take more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Lyrica&lt;/span&gt; than prescribed, especially if you think you may be dependent or addicted to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Lyrica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   * Unexplained muscle pain or weakness, especially if accompanied by a fever and fatigue&lt;br /&gt;   * Anxiety or confusion&lt;br /&gt;   * Signs of an allergic reaction, including unexplained rash, hives, itching, and unexplained swelling&lt;br /&gt;   * Suicidal thinking or behavior&lt;br /&gt;   * Sensitivity to the sun&lt;br /&gt;   * A stiff neck&lt;br /&gt;   * Hangovers&lt;br /&gt;   * Canker sores&lt;br /&gt;   * Anemia&lt;br /&gt;   * Hiccups&lt;br /&gt;   * Hair loss&lt;br /&gt;   * Dry skin&lt;br /&gt;   * Dry eyes&lt;br /&gt;   * Taste changes&lt;br /&gt;   * Kidney stones&lt;br /&gt;   * Menstrual problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yikes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461862926414584068-2515388392655266697?l=undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/feeds/2515388392655266697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461862926414584068&amp;postID=2515388392655266697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/2515388392655266697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/2515388392655266697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/2009/07/july-is-list-month.html' title='July is List Month!'/><author><name>hip_bone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801948693603279535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SUWThZrFEAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fPuB49-byeg/S220/100_0155_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461862926414584068.post-3003472035395668819</id><published>2009-05-28T14:20:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T16:42:32.063-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playlist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melinda'/><title type='text'>Sounds of Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Even before I read Melinda's &lt;a href="http://melinda.pink-spider.net/?p=538"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;playlist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; post&lt;/a&gt; I was planning on doing my own. When you drive as much as I do (about 250+ KM a week) you plow through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;playlists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pretty quickly. I'm really fond of the one I have now thanks to a few of my own simple rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Never put the same artist on twice (unless the songs sound very different -- which is pretty much never).&lt;br /&gt;2. Keep all songs under 5 minutes. My attention span seems to run out at about three and a half minutes but if its a great song I'll listen to up to four but after that I'm usually bored.&lt;br /&gt;3. Try to mix up genres and tempos and styles.&lt;br /&gt;4. Put at least two mellow songs on back to back - this will be a good place to start the CD if you're driving in the early morning or evening, and don't want to get too pumped up.&lt;br /&gt;5. Make sure you put on songs you like. This seems obvious -- but many times I've put on songs I didn't really know, but liked the band. Bad idea, you'll just keep skipping to the next song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this in mind here is my current &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;playlist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Mending of the Gown - Sunset Rubdown (from Random Spirit Lover, released 2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Major Tom (Coming Home) - Peter Schilling (Error in the System, 1983)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Breakthru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Queen (The Miracle, 1989)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Lipgloss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Pulp (His &amp;amp; Hers, 1994)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When Doves Cry - Prince (Purple Rain, 1984)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Decision/Indecision - Atomic Rooster (In Hearing Of, 1971)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Wonderful, Wonderful - Johnny Mathis (Wonderful, Wonderful, 1957)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. F.E.A.R - Ian Brown (Music Of The Spheres, 2001)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Voo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Doo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Child - Rogue Traders (Here Come the Drums, 2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Happy Hour - The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Housemartins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (London 0 Hull 4, 1986)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Thrill Seeker - The Divine Comedy (Fin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Sièclem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, 1988)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. J.Lo vs K.Co vs. S.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Wo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Lenlow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Independent&lt;/span&gt;, 2004 &lt;a href="http://www.lenlow.com/"&gt;click here for website&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;{Mash up Between Nirvana - Heart Shaped Box; Nirvana - The Man Who Sold the World; Stevie Wonder - Superstition; J-Lo - Jenny from the Block }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Brand New Day - Neil Patrick Harris (Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Horrible's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Sing-a-Long Blog Soundtrack, 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Photocorners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - The Lovely Feathers (Hind Hind Legs, 2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Gamma Ray - Beck (Modern Guilt, 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Mongoloid - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Devo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Q. Are We Not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Devo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? A. We Are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Devo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! 1977)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Lessons Learned from Rocky I to Rocky III (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Handcream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for a Generation, 2002)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Sabotage - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Beastie&lt;/span&gt; Boys (Ill Communication, 1994)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Time to Pretend - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;MGMT&lt;/span&gt; (Oracular Spectacular, 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; all for now folks. I expect I'll be sick of these songs come July.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461862926414584068-3003472035395668819?l=undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/feeds/3003472035395668819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461862926414584068&amp;postID=3003472035395668819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/3003472035395668819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/3003472035395668819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/2009/05/sounds-of-summer.html' title='Sounds of Summer'/><author><name>hip_bone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801948693603279535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SUWThZrFEAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fPuB49-byeg/S220/100_0155_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461862926414584068.post-142881180462446701</id><published>2009-05-20T18:09:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T18:17:00.671-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Geek Holiday'/><title type='text'>Nerd it up! (again!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/ShSBGa2v1WI/AAAAAAAAAKk/zZog3vBmzhU/s1600-h/geek-textshirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 288px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/ShSBGa2v1WI/AAAAAAAAAKk/zZog3vBmzhU/s400/geek-textshirt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338033405629027682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently May 25th isn't just Towel Day but also "Nerd Pride Day" that's a lot to celebrate! This day celebrates the right for everyone to be a geek. It started in Spain in 2006 a quick list of rights and responsibilities was made up for nerds as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A manifesto was created to celebrate the first Nerd Pride Day which included the following list of basic rights and responsibilities of nerds.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-20minutos.es_0-1" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nerd_Pride_Day#cite_note-20minutos.es-0" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Rights:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The right to be even nerdier.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The right to not leave your house.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The right to not have a significant other and to be a virgin.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The right to not like football or any other sport.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The right to associate with other nerds.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The right to have few friends (or none at all).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The right to have all the nerdy friends that you want.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The right to not be "in-style."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The right to be overweight and have poor eyesight.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The right to show off your nerdiness.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The right to make an attempt at being as nerdy as Morgana Summers, and the right to fail.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The right to develop serious crushes on Randall Munroe &amp;amp; Bo Burnam, as opposed to James Franco. (See 12).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The right to execute shameless self advertisement via the Wikipedia Geek Pride Day page. (See 12).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The right to carry a thesaurus with you at all times.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The right to falsely assume the surnames Finkleton, Waldman, Stratzer and Krukemeyer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The right to take over the world.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt; &lt;p&gt;Responsibilities:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be a nerd, no matter what.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Try and be nerdier than anyone else.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If there is a discussion about something nerdy, you must give your opinion.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Save any and all nerdy things you have.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do everything you can to show off your nerdy stuff as though it were a "museum of nerdiness."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't be a generalized nerd. You must specialize in something.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Attend every nerdy movie on opening night and buy every nerdy book before anyone else.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wait in line on every opening night. If you can go in costume or at least with a related t-shirt, all the better.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't waste your time on anything not related to nerddom.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Try to take over the world!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Geek rights and responsibilites found on Wikipedia, T-shirt available at &lt;a href="www.thinkgeek.com"&gt;ThinkGeek&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461862926414584068-142881180462446701?l=undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/feeds/142881180462446701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461862926414584068&amp;postID=142881180462446701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/142881180462446701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/142881180462446701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/2009/05/nerd-it-up-again.html' title='Nerd it up! (again!)'/><author><name>hip_bone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801948693603279535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SUWThZrFEAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fPuB49-byeg/S220/100_0155_00.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/ShSBGa2v1WI/AAAAAAAAAKk/zZog3vBmzhU/s72-c/geek-textshirt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461862926414584068.post-5826414052729796805</id><published>2009-05-19T20:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T20:19:11.190-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Geek Holiday'/><title type='text'>DON'T PANIC!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/ShNMbtfR3nI/AAAAAAAAAKc/iYFNX_zeGoQ/s1600-h/3538000156_390080c209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/ShNMbtfR3nI/AAAAAAAAAKc/iYFNX_zeGoQ/s400/3538000156_390080c209.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337694022315138674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Monday (May 25th) is Towel Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towel Day is a day for fans to celebrate the life and work of Douglas Adams, authour of The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy trilogy, by carrying a towel around with them all day. The first celebration of Towel Day was in 2001, two weeks after Adams' death.  The towel, is widely regarded by Intergalactic Hitch Hiker's as the most useful of useful objects -- as explained in this quote from The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;A towel, it says, is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitchhiker can have. Partly it has great practical value. You can wrap it around you for warmth as you bound across the cold moons of Jaglan Beta; you can lie on it on the brilliant marble-sanded beaches of Santraginus V, inhaling the heady sea vapors; you can sleep under it beneath the stars which shine so redly on the desert world of Kakrafoon; use it to sail a miniraft down the slow heavy River Moth; wet it for use in hand-to-hand-combat; wrap it round your head to ward off noxious fumes or avoid the gaze of the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal (such a mind-boggingly stupid animal, it assumes that if you can't see it, it can't see you); you can wave your towel in emergencies as a distress signal, and of course dry yourself off with it if it still seems to be clean enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More importantly, a towel has immense psychological value. For some reason, if a strag (strag: nonhitchhiker) discovers that a hitchhiker has his towel with him, he will automatically assume that he is also in possession of a toothbrush, washcloth, soap, tin of biscuits, flask, compass, map, ball of string, gnat spray, wet-weather gear, space suit etc., etc. Furthermore, the strag will then happily lend the hitchhiker any of these or a dozen other items that the hitchhiker might accidentally have "lost". What the strag will think is that any man who can hitch the length and breadth of the galaxy, rough it, slum it, struggle against terrible odds, win through, and still knows where his towel is, is clearly a man to be reckoned with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence a phrase that has passed into hitchhiking slang, as in "&lt;i&gt;Hey, you sass that hoopy Ford Prefect? There's a frood who really knows where his towel is&lt;/i&gt;." (Sass: know, be aware of, meet, have sex with; hoopy: really together guy; frood: really amazingly together guy.)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you love the Hitch Hiker's guide, or Douglas Adams grab your towel and take it with you wherever you go! And if you haven't read the Hitch Hiker's guide books, I suggest you do so! This is year is the 30th anniversary and they are being republished in North America in the fall! Share and Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461862926414584068-5826414052729796805?l=undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/feeds/5826414052729796805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461862926414584068&amp;postID=5826414052729796805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/5826414052729796805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/5826414052729796805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/2009/05/dont-panic.html' title='DON&apos;T PANIC!!'/><author><name>hip_bone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801948693603279535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SUWThZrFEAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fPuB49-byeg/S220/100_0155_00.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/ShNMbtfR3nI/AAAAAAAAAKc/iYFNX_zeGoQ/s72-c/3538000156_390080c209.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461862926414584068.post-3235374159740875829</id><published>2009-05-01T23:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T23:26:54.933-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Geek Holiday'/><title type='text'>Free Comic Book Day</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow (May 2nd) is Free Comic Book Day! It's exactly what it sounds like, most independent comic book stores in North America will be offering free comics all day! For realsies! Big B in Hamilton has free food too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461862926414584068-3235374159740875829?l=undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/feeds/3235374159740875829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461862926414584068&amp;postID=3235374159740875829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/3235374159740875829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/3235374159740875829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/2009/05/free-comic-book-day.html' title='Free Comic Book Day'/><author><name>hip_bone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801948693603279535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SUWThZrFEAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fPuB49-byeg/S220/100_0155_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461862926414584068.post-5346405830437328327</id><published>2009-04-23T18:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T18:21:33.137-04:00</updated><title type='text'>(Gate)Way to ruin my night!</title><content type='html'>Don't buy a Gateway computer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, ok you can buy one but God help you if you need to speak to their customer service or tech support. I should have known when the website said "100% US based support service" if I have any American readers I'm sorry but you Yanks just aren't as polite as us Canadians are used to. I was talking online for nearly an hour with Gateway, and for some reason they informed me I was unable to purchase a replacement AC Adapter for a lap top that was purchased less than four months ago. I wasn't asking for a free adapter, even though their computer came with a 1 year warranty and was purchased in December, all I wanted to do was get an adapter and pay money for it. If Gateway doesn't want to take my money -- Fine. I hate them. They are even douchier than my Emilie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461862926414584068-5346405830437328327?l=undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/feeds/5346405830437328327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461862926414584068&amp;postID=5346405830437328327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/5346405830437328327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/5346405830437328327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/2009/04/gateway-to-ruin-my-night.html' title='(Gate)Way to ruin my night!'/><author><name>hip_bone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801948693603279535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SUWThZrFEAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fPuB49-byeg/S220/100_0155_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461862926414584068.post-212484774241642252</id><published>2009-04-05T21:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T21:32:09.908-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emilie is a douchebag'/><title type='text'>It's a God Awful Small Affair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So my sister Emilie (the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Douchebag&lt;/span&gt;) has been living with me for about a week. Things are going well, it's like she's my wife in the 50s. I go to work, and she cooks and cleans. Everything seemed to be going great. Until this weekend. I ordered the Life on Mars (UK) DVDs and we've been watching them all -- I fell asleep at around 1am last night, and she watched the SERIES &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;finale without&lt;/span&gt; me! I know! What a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;douchebag&lt;/span&gt;!! I've already seen the ending but I wanted to be there when she saw it, because its so awesome. Am I over reacting? Most likely, but damn it she's my pseudo 50s wife and if she does it again she'll get a taste of the back of my hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also look how sad Emilie made Sam Tyler.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321384484836905234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/Sdla_rv6kRI/AAAAAAAAAJc/MP1Hp97li-s/s400/6a00c2252293c4604a00d4142e09b23c7f-320pi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461862926414584068-212484774241642252?l=undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/feeds/212484774241642252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461862926414584068&amp;postID=212484774241642252' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/212484774241642252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/212484774241642252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-god-awful-small-affair.html' title='It&apos;s a God Awful Small Affair'/><author><name>hip_bone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801948693603279535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SUWThZrFEAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fPuB49-byeg/S220/100_0155_00.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/Sdla_rv6kRI/AAAAAAAAAJc/MP1Hp97li-s/s72-c/6a00c2252293c4604a00d4142e09b23c7f-320pi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461862926414584068.post-2062541998594065178</id><published>2009-03-14T16:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T16:52:00.924-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='math'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Geek Holiday'/><title type='text'>Happy 3.14!</title><content type='html'>Happy Pi Day Everyone!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SbwYs6UNbGI/AAAAAAAAAJU/dh5vy4Ewo-A/s1600-h/b61a_pi_ice_cube_tray_martini_recipe_fin2_embed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 217px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SbwYs6UNbGI/AAAAAAAAAJU/dh5vy4Ewo-A/s400/b61a_pi_ice_cube_tray_martini_recipe_fin2_embed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313148820237675618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrate any way you want! It's an excuse to be irrational! (see what I did again?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461862926414584068-2062541998594065178?l=undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/feeds/2062541998594065178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461862926414584068&amp;postID=2062541998594065178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/2062541998594065178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/2062541998594065178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-314.html' title='Happy 3.14!'/><author><name>hip_bone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801948693603279535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SUWThZrFEAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fPuB49-byeg/S220/100_0155_00.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SbwYs6UNbGI/AAAAAAAAAJU/dh5vy4Ewo-A/s72-c/b61a_pi_ice_cube_tray_martini_recipe_fin2_embed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461862926414584068.post-5595406154634933365</id><published>2009-03-11T15:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T15:26:20.645-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hilarity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mad Men'/><title type='text'>A Little More Topical Hilarity</title><content type='html'>Jon Hamm as Lex Luthor? How can this not be made of win!? Even in a bald cap the man is still dead sexy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" id="ordie_player_f26c4046b0" width="512" height="328"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://player.ordienetworks.com/flash/fodplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="key=f26c4046b0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed flashvars="key=f26c4046b0" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" quality="high" src="http://player.ordienetworks.com/flash/fodplayer.swf" name="ordie_player_f26c4046b0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="512" height="328"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-size: x-small; margin-top: 0pt; width: 512px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.funnyordie.com/videos/f26c4046b0/lex-luthor-bailout-with-jon-hamm" title="from FOD Team and Eric Appel"&gt;"Lex Luthor Bailout" with Jon Hamm&lt;/a&gt; - watch more &lt;a href="http://www.funnyordie.com/" title="on Funny or Die"&gt;funny videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461862926414584068-5595406154634933365?l=undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/feeds/5595406154634933365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461862926414584068&amp;postID=5595406154634933365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/5595406154634933365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/5595406154634933365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/2009/03/little-more-topical-hilarity.html' title='A Little More Topical Hilarity'/><author><name>hip_bone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801948693603279535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SUWThZrFEAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fPuB49-byeg/S220/100_0155_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461862926414584068.post-3362999286977156375</id><published>2009-03-10T19:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T19:42:34.834-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Car!</title><content type='html'>I got my rental car today for the Birthday Parking Lot Massacre. For those of you who don't know, whilst I was at work and my sister was shopping (she took my car) somebody hit my car in the parking lot of Value Village. The guy apparantly got out, looked at the damage (pretty severe, though superficial) and got back in his car and drove away. Luckily someone saw it and got the license plate down! Hooray! I finally got the car in the shop today (it took a while to get everything approved because it was a hit and run) and there is over $2000 worth of damage. Sheesh! Anyways I got my new rental which I am totally in love with and don't want to give back ever! It's a 2009 Kia Rio LX Hatchback -- and its ORANGE! I'm in love!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/Sbb6r1u5IzI/AAAAAAAAAJM/6HSc_mlLhRw/s1600-h/4961_cc0320_O6x250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 187px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/Sbb6r1u5IzI/AAAAAAAAAJM/6HSc_mlLhRw/s400/4961_cc0320_O6x250.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311708441595159346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah -- and the hit and run happened on my birthday. Bummer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461862926414584068-3362999286977156375?l=undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/feeds/3362999286977156375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461862926414584068&amp;postID=3362999286977156375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/3362999286977156375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/3362999286977156375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/2009/03/dream-car.html' title='Dream Car!'/><author><name>hip_bone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801948693603279535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SUWThZrFEAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fPuB49-byeg/S220/100_0155_00.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/Sbb6r1u5IzI/AAAAAAAAAJM/6HSc_mlLhRw/s72-c/4961_cc0320_O6x250.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461862926414584068.post-6456059040831204039</id><published>2009-03-07T00:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T01:04:57.421-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hamilton'/><title type='text'>Rite of Spring</title><content type='html'>Today it felt like Spring. It started off warm but rainy -- which made it too hot for me to sleep and to dark for me to get up. This resulted in me lying in bed too long and being late for work. All was forgiven however when the sun came out around 1pm just as I was finishing up at my last clients! I drove around Hamilton for a large chunk of the afternoon with the windows down and it was awesome! I decided to give some sort of purpose to my drive, instead of aimlessly going across the city just because it was warm enough to keep the windows down, so I did something I'd always wanted to do. I checked out the Devil's Punchbowl in Stoney Creek. It was so cool! For anyone who I haven't told about this yet the Devil's Punchbowl is a natural rock formation caused by glacial activity some 450 million years ago. That's amazing enough right there! But the "bowl" itself is a 2.2 km (circumference) circular gorge with a 40m ribbon waterfall flowing into it. The view from the top also provides a view of Hamilton Bay and Stoney Creek, and on a clear day you can even see Burlington (or so I'm told). There is also a large iron cross that some normal guy erected on his on volition. I find that kind of creepy. Anyway if you're in the Hamilton area check it out!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SbIOaRZDBCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/5uEZ4zzbXFU/s1600-h/DevilsPunchBowl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 373px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SbIOaRZDBCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/5uEZ4zzbXFU/s400/DevilsPunchBowl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310322755131081762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461862926414584068-6456059040831204039?l=undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/feeds/6456059040831204039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461862926414584068&amp;postID=6456059040831204039' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/6456059040831204039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/6456059040831204039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/2009/03/rite-of-spring.html' title='Rite of Spring'/><author><name>hip_bone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801948693603279535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SUWThZrFEAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fPuB49-byeg/S220/100_0155_00.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SbIOaRZDBCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/5uEZ4zzbXFU/s72-c/DevilsPunchBowl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461862926414584068.post-4544066763558704375</id><published>2009-03-06T15:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T20:26:39.734-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Podcast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melinda'/><title type='text'>Two Peas in a Pod(cast)</title><content type='html'>Allright, so here is my first ever &lt;a href="http://www.filefactory.com/file/af4ah7e/n/podcast1_mp3"&gt;podcast&lt;/a&gt;. I made it with Erin in mind. I think its kind of lame but she'll like it. She likes pretty much everything I do, sometimes I think we share the same brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also Melinda dared me to do a podcast so -- in your face Melinda!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461862926414584068-4544066763558704375?l=undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/feeds/4544066763558704375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461862926414584068&amp;postID=4544066763558704375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/4544066763558704375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/4544066763558704375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/2009/03/two-peas-in-podcast.html' title='Two Peas in a Pod(cast)'/><author><name>hip_bone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801948693603279535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SUWThZrFEAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fPuB49-byeg/S220/100_0155_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461862926414584068.post-7919510004889445546</id><published>2009-02-26T15:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T20:19:51.702-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melinda'/><title type='text'>Time to Read!</title><content type='html'>This is a post especially for Melinda!&lt;br /&gt;She posted on her &lt;a href="http://melinda.pink-spider.net/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; that she wants to read a book a month, and then asked for some suggestions. Well Melinda here you go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Neffinegger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you said that you weren't really into sci-fi/fantasy, but this is a really good character study as well as a great story that just happens to fall into the sci-fi genre. The book features the complicated love story between Henry De Tamble, a Chicago Librarian who suffers from "Chrono Displacement" disorder; he randomly dissapears without warning and ends up in the past or future. This makes for an incredibly complicated life, and lots of paradoxes come up. For example he meets his wife for the first time when he is 28, and she is 20, however at this point she has known him all her life, as he has been visiting her in his future/her past. It's a very interesting concept, a compelling story, and thoroughly enjoyable read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAUS by Art Speigleman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is probably the best book I've read all year. It's a graphic novel about the holocaust. It's the true story of Art Speigelman's grandfather's experiences in Europe during the second world war. Including time spent in the ghetto, hiding in walls, and at various concentration camps. Some of the images and lines of this book have stuck with me long after I read it. It's a graphic novel, so it sa quick read (there are two parts, just over 100 pages I think). Oh, did I mention that the Jews are portrayed as mice and the Germans as cats? It's weird, but really effective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Splinter in the Heart by Al Purdy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al Purdy’s only novel, A Splinter in the Heart, is an unforgettable coming-of-age story that unfolds against the real-life tragedy of what came to be known as the Trenton Disaster. Set in 1918, it tells the story of sixteen-year-old Patrick Cameron and the events that will change him – and the Ontario town in which he lives – forever. Over the course of one summer and fall, Patrick finds love with a girl whose betrayal he cannot foresee, confronts the death of his beloved grandfather, and comes to terms with a neighbourhood rival. All the while, his hometown of Trenton lives precariously in the shadow of a dynamite factory, a sinister reminder of the Great War, which brought such prosperity to the town. Vivid with character and event, and evocative of time and place, A Splinter in the Heart is a moving portrait of a young man’s journey into adulthood in an era of change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy - by Douglas Adams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this is sci-fi too. But it's also a classic. Best book ever, if you haven't read it already (which I'd be shocked if you hadn't) then you must! All the books in the trilogy (there are 5, well 5 and a half) are good, but the first two (this and The Restaurant at the End of the Universe) are the best. Seriously read this book! Also if you've seen to movie and didn't like it. That's ok because thee was so much crammed in that movie it would be near possible to follow without reading the book first. If you've seen the BBC mini series and didn't like it, then you're stupid, or you just don't appreciate the  early British Sci-Fi charm (ie dodgy costumes, accents, wobbly setpieces and all round low production values).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SayllbPoRWI/AAAAAAAAAI8/mMVH0KZMsr4/s1600-h/42+Puzzle_3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 341px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SayllbPoRWI/AAAAAAAAAI8/mMVH0KZMsr4/s400/42+Puzzle_3.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308800123150026082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461862926414584068-7919510004889445546?l=undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/feeds/7919510004889445546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461862926414584068&amp;postID=7919510004889445546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/7919510004889445546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/7919510004889445546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/2009/02/time-to-read.html' title='Time to Read!'/><author><name>hip_bone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801948693603279535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SUWThZrFEAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fPuB49-byeg/S220/100_0155_00.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SayllbPoRWI/AAAAAAAAAI8/mMVH0KZMsr4/s72-c/42+Puzzle_3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461862926414584068.post-2753044368948941688</id><published>2009-02-25T19:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T19:41:53.441-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='math'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Geek Holiday'/><title type='text'>Square Root Day!</title><content type='html'>I'm posting this early so that you all have time to get your ducks in a row in order to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 3, 2009 (this coming Tuesday) is Square Root Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is square root day so important? Because there are only 9 a century! Square Root day is celebrated on any day when both the month number, and the day number are the square root of the last two digits of the year. For example&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01/01/01 - January 1st, 2001&lt;br /&gt;02/02/04 - February 2nd, 2004&lt;br /&gt;03/03/09 - March 3rd, 2009&lt;br /&gt;04/04/16 - April 4th 2016&lt;br /&gt;05/05/25 - May 5th, 2025&lt;br /&gt;06/06/36 - June 6th 2036&lt;br /&gt;07/07/49 - July 7th 2049&lt;br /&gt;08/08/64 - August 8th, 2064&lt;br /&gt;09/09/81 - September 9th, 2081&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see? There aren't that many! How are you going to celebrate square root day? I've heard that people buy root vegetables (potatoes, carrots, radishes etc. etc. ) cut them into squares and eat them. That's all well and good, but seeing as we live in a three dimensional world -- doesn't that make them cubes? Not squares? If that's the case we'll have to wait until March 3rd 2027 for the next Cube Root Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case -- I hope your Square Root Day is "radical!" (See what I did there?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461862926414584068-2753044368948941688?l=undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/feeds/2753044368948941688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461862926414584068&amp;postID=2753044368948941688' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/2753044368948941688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/2753044368948941688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/2009/02/square-root-day.html' title='Square Root Day!'/><author><name>hip_bone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801948693603279535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SUWThZrFEAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fPuB49-byeg/S220/100_0155_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461862926414584068.post-1845019518345271762</id><published>2009-02-19T20:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T19:43:07.385-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playlist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erin'/><title type='text'>Playlist Volume 1: For Erin to Work Out By</title><content type='html'>1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clint Eastwood by Gorrilaz&lt;/span&gt; - kind of mellow but with a distinct enough beat that you can still count reps to it. Also not so mellow that you're gonna fall asleep. Also funky as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L Wells by Franz Ferdinand&lt;/span&gt; - a bit of a quicker tempo, gets you moving a bit. Doesn't go all funky with the meter like other FF songs do.  This song is also the only song I've found to date with the name Lindsay in it, so it rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Devil's Answer by Atomic Rooster&lt;/span&gt; - The tempo of this song is just about perfect for me to do repetitive things by&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (I really&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;shouldn't end sentences&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;prepositions&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at). &lt;/span&gt;The tempo also picks up as the song progresses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stronger by Kanye West&lt;/span&gt; - Now if this was a workout mix for ME it would be the original Daft Punk version, however the original is such a good song that anything that samples it is also rockin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Was Born (A Unicorn) by The Unicorns &lt;/span&gt;- Another uptempo fun song. The hemiolas may throw you off if you're counting reps -- but this way your excercising your brain too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Detox by King of Pants&lt;/span&gt; - Mashups are great for doing anything that requires energy. This song combines the awesome beats and funk of Toxic with the soulfull wailing of Rehab. Ahhh Amy Winehouse and Brittney Spears -- together at last!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hot Patootie (Bless My Soul) by Meatloaf&lt;/span&gt; - Yes, thats right Meatloaf. The most rockinest song from the Rocky Horror Picture Show -- it just makes you want to get up and dance! Hot Patootie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't Stop Me Now by Queen&lt;/span&gt; - Fun and upbeat. The lyrics just make you feel energized "I'm a rocket ship on my way to Mars!... like an atom bomb I'm gonna oh, oh, oh explode!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E-Pro by Beck&lt;/span&gt; - While this may not be Beck's best song. It is by far his most rockin, I think at least. Another one you just want to dance to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Single Ladies by Beyonce&lt;/span&gt; -- I DARE you do listen to this song and not do the locomotion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Holland 1945 by Neutral Milk Hotel&lt;/span&gt; - Great GREAT song, also really upbeat and funky. Great to move to, unfortuneatly its about the Holocaust -- so don't listen to the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Conquest by the White Stripes&lt;/span&gt; - This song is great for getting psyched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Look Good in Leather - Cody Chestnut&lt;/span&gt; and the Rolling Stones - Another great song for getting psyched, and another impossible not to dance song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Voo Doo Child by Rogue Traders&lt;/span&gt; -- This dance hit is actually pretty rockin. Sure its poppy as can be, and not all that complex, but who needs that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dr. Who by Bullamakanka &lt;/span&gt;-- I know I know, a Doctor Who song? Really!? Trust me this song is really funky and fun, and great to move to. Ignore the lyrics if you must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mexican Radio by Devo&lt;/span&gt; - Man I love Devo. This song is a little more languid, can be a little more relaxed when moving to this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kids by MGMT&lt;/span&gt; - this one is still nice and steady, but a little slower. It's still really easy to dance to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There Ain't Half Been Some Clever Bastards by Ian Drury and the Blockheads&lt;/span&gt; - Time to start winding down. This song is still fun and bouncy but a little slower for winding down the workout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll Believe in Anything by Wolf Parade&lt;/span&gt; - This is just a GREAT song. A good way to wrap things up. I always feel good after listening to a song this great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Burn the Witch by Queens of the Stone Age &lt;/span&gt;- this song forces you to slow down a bit. A good way to relax after a work out, it still rocks though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Decision/Indecions by Atomic Rooster&lt;/span&gt; - I know its the second song by AR but its really nice and mellow and good for calming down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461862926414584068-1845019518345271762?l=undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/feeds/1845019518345271762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461862926414584068&amp;postID=1845019518345271762' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/1845019518345271762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/1845019518345271762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/2009/02/playlist-volume-1-for-erin-to-work-out.html' title='Playlist Volume 1: For Erin to Work Out By'/><author><name>hip_bone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801948693603279535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SUWThZrFEAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fPuB49-byeg/S220/100_0155_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461862926414584068.post-4654732571630029950</id><published>2009-02-16T18:48:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T19:55:59.487-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctor Who'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MASH'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mad Men'/><title type='text'>TV Crossover Madness!</title><content type='html'>February is sweeps month. Last week we had a riveting Grey's Anatomy/Private Practice Crossover -- *yawn. I'm sure I could come up with some better ones. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;All right&lt;/span&gt;, maybe some of mine would involve some serious travelling, to the UK for instance -- or back in time, but TV budgets are pretty big today, we'll just throw some product placements in there and we're off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an exciting new Episode of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mad Men&lt;/span&gt;, we are treated to a flash back of Don Draper/Dick Whitman fighting in the Korean War. We see Don/Dick in the hospital after the explosion that killed the real Don. Dick/Don is lying in his bed, and as the army officials are making their way around handing out medals and discharges Dick/Don starts writhing in pain. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Apparently&lt;/span&gt; there was some shrapnel left in Dick/Don's chest and he needs surgery right away. The army calls in the best chest surgeons in all of Korea --  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MASH&lt;/span&gt;'s &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hawkeye&lt;/span&gt; Pierce and Trapper John (and of course Frank Burns would insist he came along) Hawk and Trap save the day (natch) and they all celebrate by retiring to swamp and consuming a swimming pool's worth of gin, and just for fun they fill Frank's boots with pudding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SZoKZmoX6YI/AAAAAAAAAIs/5Z-f0xvlIyI/s1600-h/mashmen.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 323px; height: 232px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SZoKZmoX6YI/AAAAAAAAAIs/5Z-f0xvlIyI/s400/mashmen.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303562946165074306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a much publicised &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mulitnetwork&lt;/span&gt; crossover. The doctors at Sacred Heart Hospital (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scrubs&lt;/span&gt;)  have a case that not even Dr. Cox can solve. They transfer the patient to Princeton &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Plainsboro&lt;/span&gt; Teaching Hospital in NJ so the famous diagnostician Dr. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;House&lt;/span&gt; can take a look at him. At first House couldn't care less, until he finds out that the patient a Mr. John Smith isn't just a nut, but a brilliant doctor himself. We see John Smith's X-rays and he's got two hearts! As you may have guessed this patient isn't really John Smith, but none other than &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Doctor Who&lt;/span&gt;! Ends up he's here to rescue NJ from an evil, over dramatic/whiny/boring alien we know as Dr. Remy Hadley AKA 13. The Doctor does a lot of running and sonic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;screwdrivering&lt;/span&gt; and eventually traps the unwatchable Dr. 13 in some sort of simulated reality where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; life is more dramatic than hers and we don't have to listen to her anymore. The Doctor impressed my House's brilliance and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;cynicism&lt;/span&gt; offers to take him on as a companion and travel through time and space. House scoffs at this, and mocks the Doctor using a cheesy British accent. The Doctor leaves, alone again, and House confides in Wilson that he would have liked to have gone off in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;TARDIS&lt;/span&gt;, but is afraid that he wouldn't be able to do all the running that is required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SZoKlsznenI/AAAAAAAAAI0/pcDWYME2h4U/s1600-h/drscrouse.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SZoKlsznenI/AAAAAAAAAI0/pcDWYME2h4U/s400/drscrouse.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303563153981274738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461862926414584068-4654732571630029950?l=undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/feeds/4654732571630029950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461862926414584068&amp;postID=4654732571630029950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/4654732571630029950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/4654732571630029950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/2009/02/tv-crossover-madness.html' title='TV Crossover Madness!'/><author><name>hip_bone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801948693603279535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SUWThZrFEAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fPuB49-byeg/S220/100_0155_00.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SZoKZmoX6YI/AAAAAAAAAIs/5Z-f0xvlIyI/s72-c/mashmen.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461862926414584068.post-3734400387453494398</id><published>2009-01-26T16:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T16:33:04.858-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grocery lesson'/><title type='text'>Groceries For Dummies: Lesson 1 The Check-Out</title><content type='html'>Working as a cashier on and off for the last 10 years has shown me that the common consumer has no idea how to shop. Sure they may know how to bargain hunt, or clip coupons, or they might know where things are in their usual store. What most people don't know is that with a bit of patience and understanding they can make their grocery shopping a quick and painless activity. First in a series of lessons I give you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lesson 1: The Check-Out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SX4rnl75g3I/AAAAAAAAAIk/K4w4ljfShKw/s1600-h/cash.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 495px; height: 501px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SX4rnl75g3I/AAAAAAAAAIk/K4w4ljfShKw/s400/cash.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295718171032519538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ledge:&lt;/span&gt; This is the part of the checkout that is closest to the store. It is made of metal. It's sole purpose is to in case the conveyor unit, or "belt". The ledge has no moving parts and therefore items placed on the ledge will not advance with the belt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Belt: &lt;/span&gt;This is the black rubberized conveyor belt on which you place your groceries. The belt is designed to move towards the cashier so that they don't have to reach for your groceries. The specifics of how the belt moves will be discussed below. People will put anything on the belt, including leaking bloody meat, used Kleenex, and money; thus the belt is very dirty. Placing any food you don't intend on washing (like unwrapped baked goods) or your children on the belt isn't a very good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dividers&lt;/span&gt;: Most cashes come equipped with two dividers. Sometimes they have the store logo or motto on them, and sometimes they are just plain black plastic bars. The sole purpose of these dividers is to DIVIDE one person's groceries from the next. When you have finished placing your items on the belt, it is a good idea to place the divider at the end of your order. That not only ensures that the next person's order won't be mixed with yours but also signals the next person that you are finished and they can begin placing their items on the belt. That being said if there is a divider on the belt it is not necessary to leave a space before you start loading your groceries. Cashiers universally understand the purpose of the divider, and will not start ringing in groceries after the divider reaches the front of the belt. Leaving a large space on the belt, or waiting for the cashier to complete the previous order is unnecessary, and greatly slows the process for you, the cashier, and anyone behind you in line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Metal Funnel:&lt;/span&gt; This is a triangular piece of metal that sits at the front of the belt on the side closest to the customer. This funnel is designed to push groceries away from the side of the belt and prevent them from getting lost behind the scanning unit. If something gets stuck underneath the funnel it can easily be flipped up. It is a good idea when loading your groceries on the belt to leave a little room on that side to prevent groceries from being squished by the funnel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Infrared Light Sensor&lt;/span&gt;: This is an invisible laser like light that runs across the surface of the belt closest to the cashier. On one side of the belt the light is produced, and on the other side the light is received. If this light is blocked and cannot be received, then the belt will no longer advance. If the light is uninterrupted the belt will pull forward until something blocks the light once more. It is common practice for a cashier to place a divider vertically in front of the sensor to prevent the belt from advancing continuously. Note that the advancement of the belt is completely dependant on the light sensor and that the cashier cannot control the stopping and starting of the belt, nor the speed in which the belt moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Keyboard:&lt;/span&gt; This is used by the cashier to key in quantities of produce items, to manually key in scan codes, to indicate the amount and type of payment, and most often to input produce codes. Pushing buttons haphazardly will most likely result in an error on your bill. So no, it is not OK for your child to play with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scale Controls:&lt;/span&gt; Located right next to the scale/scanner most of these units have 2 buttons. One resets the scale to zero, and the other increases the volume of the scanner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scale Scanner:&lt;/span&gt; Directly in front of the cashier is the scanner/scale. It is a delicate scale, capable to measuring as little as five grams (0.17 oz). The scanner is underneath the scale and works with an infrared light similar to that on the belt. The scanner reads the bar code on the item, which the computer (hidden below,or inside the belt) recognises and produces the price that is on file for that bar code. The cashier has no control over this process either. The prices are usually determined by central office, and are usually the same province wide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Debit/Credit machine:&lt;/span&gt; Most people are familiar with this, if there is one clearly visible, then it is up to the customer to swipe his or her debit card, or tap their pay pass. IF you are not paying with a MasterCard that has Pay Pass, you must give your card to the cashier for them to swipe. The cashier will ensure the number is correct and once the charge has been approved, and signed for, they will return the card. It is acceptable for children to push the buttons on this machine as long as they are gentle, as this machine is only activated once the cashier pushes the "debit" or "credit" button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pricing Gun:&lt;/span&gt; Not all stores have these but most wholesale stores do. Inside the "gun" is a miniature, hand-held scanner. This is used when their are heavy items in the cart, or objects that are too heavy or awkward to manoeuvre over the scanner. That being said, if you choose to leave items in your cart, make sure the bar code is facing up so that the cashier can see it, and scan it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461862926414584068-3734400387453494398?l=undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/feeds/3734400387453494398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461862926414584068&amp;postID=3734400387453494398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/3734400387453494398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/3734400387453494398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/2009/01/groceries-for-dummies-lesson-1-check.html' title='Groceries For Dummies: Lesson 1 The Check-Out'/><author><name>hip_bone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801948693603279535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SUWThZrFEAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fPuB49-byeg/S220/100_0155_00.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SX4rnl75g3I/AAAAAAAAAIk/K4w4ljfShKw/s72-c/cash.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461862926414584068.post-1019874347224104783</id><published>2009-01-10T22:12:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T22:28:14.612-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Best of '08</title><content type='html'>Below are some of my favourite things from 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bIEOZCcaXzE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bIEOZCcaXzE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oracular Spectacular - MGMT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With three great singles (Time to Pretend, Electric Feel, and Kids) this album is solid. The songs are complex but incredibly catchy and singable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SWlkIoNktfI/AAAAAAAAAHs/YrD__MvetSs/s1600-h/drhorribleposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SWlkIoNktfI/AAAAAAAAAHs/YrD__MvetSs/s200/drhorribleposter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289869336719439346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Doctor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Horrible's Sing-a-Long Blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Low B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;udget web only TV show &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;made by Joss Whedon et al. Now available on DVD from Amazon, and on iTunes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Man on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SWlj-5vBZbI/AAAAAAAAAHk/9AIx_7aj-70/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 122px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SWlj-5vBZbI/AAAAAAAAAHk/9AIx_7aj-70/s200/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289869169624442290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Wire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great documentary about tight rope walker Philippe Petit's daring and illegal high wire walk between the World Trade Center's twin towers in 1974. Dude -- he got the rope up there by shooting an arrow! How bad ass is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SWlketFOQ-I/AAAAAAAAAH0/K7Ox_qFlz3U/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 120px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SWlketFOQ-I/AAAAAAAAAH0/K7Ox_qFlz3U/s200/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289869715983713250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wall-E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cutest movie ever made! Seriously you'll die of cuteness. You'll also be singing the soundtrack of Hello Dolly! for 6 weeks afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anthon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SWliLnSL29I/AAAAAAAAAHU/8Z7E18jGa_g/s1600-h/repo8big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 130px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SWliLnSL29I/AAAAAAAAAHU/8Z7E18jGa_g/s200/repo8big.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289867188986698706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stewart Head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SWlj1c0R67I/AAAAAAAAAHc/5qip2cDz7Bs/s1600-h/s01e12_12_288x352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SWlj1c0R67I/AAAAAAAAAHc/5qip2cDz7Bs/s200/s01e12_12_288x352.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289869007243045810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kicked ass and took names as a legal assassin in the comic book style rock opera Repo! Plus he kicked ass and took names (in chainmail!) as the legendary Uther Pendragon (Arthur's dad) in BBC's Merlin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PNXGu_9CKoU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PNXGu_9CKoU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad Men's season 2 Finale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously how awesome was it when Peggy totally stuck it to Pete? This whole season was great but the payoff in the finale was a long time coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SWlmZsN__KI/AAAAAAAAAH8/8yUT-ke2Uh4/s1600-h/PI197506038399634B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 196px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SWlmZsN__KI/AAAAAAAAAH8/8yUT-ke2Uh4/s320/PI197506038399634B.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289871828876000418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;President's Choice Belgian Chocolate Ganache Biscuits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 flavours, individually wrapped: Coconut &amp;amp; White Chocolate, Cappuccino &amp;amp; Milk Chocolate, Hazelnut Praline &amp;amp; Milk Chocolate, Orange &amp;amp; Dark Chocolate. Best cookies ever -- these are one of PC's new products that came out at Christmas. You can find them reduced now for $4.94 at your local Loblaws affiliate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461862926414584068-1019874347224104783?l=undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/feeds/1019874347224104783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461862926414584068&amp;postID=1019874347224104783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/1019874347224104783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/1019874347224104783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/2009/01/below-are-some-of-my-favourite-things.html' title='Best of &apos;08'/><author><name>hip_bone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801948693603279535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SUWThZrFEAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fPuB49-byeg/S220/100_0155_00.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SWlkIoNktfI/AAAAAAAAAHs/YrD__MvetSs/s72-c/drhorribleposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461862926414584068.post-7156927708949265787</id><published>2009-01-08T21:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T16:34:06.772-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grocery lesson'/><title type='text'>What not to say to the cashier</title><content type='html'>Everybody needs to eat, I get it. But not everyone has to make the same lame jokes to the cashier. I mean come on! I hear the following at least 12 times a shift and they were never funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. "I only came in for one thing" -- as they load a cart full of groceries onto the belt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. "I just made it" -- as I examine their $50 bill to see if its counterfeit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. "Working hard or hardly working" -- shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. "It must be free" -- if something doesn't scan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. "Make sure you put the bread in its own bag" -- Really? Not under the cans? Bagging is so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and 6. Telling me that the code I put in for produce isn't the real price. Example 4011 -- for bananas -- I know they don't cost $40.11 -- come on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there's more but I need to go to bed so I can get up and listen to these things again in the morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461862926414584068-7156927708949265787?l=undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/feeds/7156927708949265787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461862926414584068&amp;postID=7156927708949265787' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/7156927708949265787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/7156927708949265787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-not-to-say-to-cashier.html' title='What not to say to the cashier'/><author><name>hip_bone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801948693603279535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SUWThZrFEAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fPuB49-byeg/S220/100_0155_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461862926414584068.post-7472066736464999817</id><published>2009-01-03T14:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T14:46:29.079-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctor Who'/><title type='text'>New Year, New Doctor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SV_AItKAVEI/AAAAAAAAAG0/IABx0gMYS0E/s1600-h/n572257149_1880628_4633.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 351px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SV_AItKAVEI/AAAAAAAAAG0/IABx0gMYS0E/s400/n572257149_1880628_4633.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287155743349298242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Matt Smith is the 11th Doctor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not sure how I feel about this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461862926414584068-7472066736464999817?l=undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/feeds/7472066736464999817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461862926414584068&amp;postID=7472066736464999817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/7472066736464999817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/7472066736464999817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-new-doctor.html' title='New Year, New Doctor'/><author><name>hip_bone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801948693603279535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SUWThZrFEAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fPuB49-byeg/S220/100_0155_00.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SV_AItKAVEI/AAAAAAAAAG0/IABx0gMYS0E/s72-c/n572257149_1880628_4633.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461862926414584068.post-6636084685331766847</id><published>2008-12-31T20:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T20:37:02.503-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Purse'/><title type='text'>What's in my purse? Volume 3</title><content type='html'>Wallet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;iTrip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cell Phone&lt;br /&gt;Phone Charger&lt;br /&gt;Hands free headset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Deodorant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tampons (2)&lt;br /&gt;Pen&lt;br /&gt;Headphones&lt;br /&gt;Compact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Gravol&lt;/span&gt; Blister Pack&lt;br /&gt;Vic's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Inhaler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Chaptstick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tums Smoothies Antacid Tablets&lt;br /&gt;Purple &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Playdough&lt;/span&gt; from a Cranium Game&lt;br /&gt;12 Cans of Diet Coke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was on Dec 27&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; (after a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Poprun&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SVwd6i9EQvI/AAAAAAAAAGs/gKjv4B28g5g/s1600-h/1227082341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SVwd6i9EQvI/AAAAAAAAAGs/gKjv4B28g5g/s400/1227082341.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286132954278675186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461862926414584068-6636084685331766847?l=undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/feeds/6636084685331766847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461862926414584068&amp;postID=6636084685331766847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/6636084685331766847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/6636084685331766847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/2008/12/whats-in-my-purse-volume-3.html' title='What&apos;s in my purse? Volume 3'/><author><name>hip_bone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801948693603279535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SUWThZrFEAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fPuB49-byeg/S220/100_0155_00.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SVwd6i9EQvI/AAAAAAAAAGs/gKjv4B28g5g/s72-c/1227082341.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461862926414584068.post-3442534969973579598</id><published>2008-12-25T00:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T00:30:06.530-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctor Who'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Xmas'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SVMaPj5iZxI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Qu1HmiAdoNs/s1600-h/christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SVMaPj5iZxI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Qu1HmiAdoNs/s400/christmas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283595642472654610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day is finally here! After the month from Hell I can't wait to go home and relax. Even if it is only for 4 days. I hope all (both) of my readers have a happy and safe holiday! And if anyone tells me what happens in "The Next Doctor" I'll kill them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461862926414584068-3442534969973579598?l=undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/feeds/3442534969973579598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461862926414584068&amp;postID=3442534969973579598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/3442534969973579598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/3442534969973579598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>hip_bone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801948693603279535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SUWThZrFEAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fPuB49-byeg/S220/100_0155_00.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SVMaPj5iZxI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Qu1HmiAdoNs/s72-c/christmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461862926414584068.post-7402636886356254238</id><published>2008-12-24T00:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T00:47:42.737-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canadiana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Xmas'/><title type='text'>12 Days Of Christmas Day 12</title><content type='html'>Hooray!! It's the best commercial Xmas song -- possibly with the exception of David Bowie and Bing Crosby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l2oPio60mK4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l2oPio60mK4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also -- new Bob &amp;amp; Doug cartoon! Squeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461862926414584068-7402636886356254238?l=undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/feeds/7402636886356254238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461862926414584068&amp;postID=7402636886356254238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/7402636886356254238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/7402636886356254238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/2008/12/12-days-of-christmas-day-12.html' title='12 Days Of Christmas Day 12'/><author><name>hip_bone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801948693603279535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SUWThZrFEAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fPuB49-byeg/S220/100_0155_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461862926414584068.post-454468738227837141</id><published>2008-12-22T13:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T14:05:04.955-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Xmas'/><title type='text'>12 Days of Christmas Day 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A Child's Christmas in Wales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Dylan Thomas (1914-1953)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound except the distant speaking of the voices I sometimes hear a moment before sleep, that I can never remember whether it snowed for six days and six nights when I was twelve or whether it snowed for twelve days and twelve nights when I was six.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the Christmases roll down toward the two-tongued sea, like a cold and headlong moon bundling down the sky that was our street; and they stop at the rim of the ice-edged fish-freezing waves, and I plunge my hands in the snow and bring out whatever I can find. In goes my hand into that wool-white bell-tongued ball of holidays resting at the rim of the carol-singing sea, and out come Mrs. Prothero and the firemen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was on the afternoon of the Christmas Eve, and I was in Mrs. Prothero's garden, waiting for cats, with her son Jim. It was snowing. It was always snowing at Christmas. December, in my memory, is white as Lapland, though there were no reindeers. But there were cats. Patient, cold and callous, our hands wrapped in socks, we waited to snowball the cats. Sleek and long as jaguars and horrible-whiskered, spitting and snarling, they would slink and sidle over the white back-garden walls, and the lynx-eyed hunters, Jim and I, fur-capped and moccasined trappers from Hudson Bay, off Mumbles Road, would hurl our deadly snowballs at the green of their eyes. The wise cats never appeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so still, Eskimo-footed arctic marksmen in the muffling silence of the eternal snows - eternal, ever since Wednesday - that we never heard Mrs. Prothero's first cry from her igloo at the bottom of the garden. Or, if we heard it at all, it was, to us, like the far-off challenge of our enemy and prey, the neighbor's polar cat. But soon the voice grew louder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fire!" cried Mrs. Prothero, and she beat the dinner-gong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we ran down the garden, with the snowballs in our arms, toward the house; and smoke, indeed, was pouring out of the dining-room, and the gong was bombilating, and Mrs. Prothero was announcing ruin like a town crier in Pompeii. This was better than all the cats in Wales standing on the wall in a row. We bounded into the house, laden with snowballs, and stopped at the open door of the smoke-filled room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something was burning all right; perhaps it was Mr. Prothero, who always slept there after midday dinner with a newspaper over his face. But he was standing in the middle of the room, saying, "A fine Christmas!" and smacking at the smoke with a slipper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Call the fire brigade," cried Mrs. Prothero as she beat the gong. "There won't be there," said Mr. Prothero, "it's Christmas." There was no fire to be seen, only clouds of smoke and Mr. Prothero standing in the middle of them, waving his slipper as though he were conducting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do something," he said. And we threw all our snowballs into the smoke - I think we missed Mr. Prothero - and ran out of the house to the telephone box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's call the police as well," Jim said. "And the ambulance." "And Ernie Jenkins, he likes fires."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we only called the fire brigade, and soon the fire engine came and three tall men in helmets brought a hose into the house and Mr. Prothero got out just in time before they turned it on. Nobody could have had a noisier Christmas Eve. And when the firemen turned off the hose and were standing in the wet, smoky room, Jim's Aunt, Miss. Prothero, came downstairs and peered in at them. Jim and I waited, very quietly, to hear what she would say to them. She said the right thing, always. She looked at the three tall firemen in their shining helmets, standing among the smoke and cinders and dissolving snowballs, and she said, "Would you like anything to read?"   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Years and years ago, when I was a boy, when there were wolves in Wales, and birds the color of red-flannel petticoats whisked past the harp-shaped hills, when we sang and wallowed all night and day in caves that smelt like Sunday afternoons in damp front farmhouse parlors, and we chased, with the jawbones of deacons, the English and the bears, before the motor car, before the wheel, before the duchess-faced horse, when we rode the daft and happy hills bareback, it snowed and it snowed. But here a small boy says: "It snowed last year, too. I made a snowman and my brother knocked it down and I knocked my brother down and then we had tea."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But that was not the same snow," I say. "Our snow was not only shaken from white wash buckets down the sky, it came shawling out of the ground and swam and drifted out of the arms and hands and bodies of the trees; snow grew overnight on the roofs of the houses like a pure and grandfather moss, minutely ivied the walls and settled on the postman, opening the gate, like a dumb, numb thunder-storm of white, torn Christmas cards."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Were there postmen then, too?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"With sprinkling eyes and wind-cherried noses, on spread, frozen feet they crunched up to the doors and mittened on them manfully. But all that the children could hear was a ringing of bells."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "You mean that the postman went rat-a-tat-tat and the doors rang?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I mean that the bells the children could hear were inside them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I only hear thunder sometimes, never bells."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There were church bells, too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Inside them?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, no, no, in the bat-black, snow-white belfries, tugged by bishops and storks. And they rang their tidings over the bandaged town, over the frozen foam of the powder and ice-cream hills, over the crackling sea. It seemed that all the churches boomed for joy under my window; and the weathercocks crew for Christmas, on our fence."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Get back to the postmen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They were just ordinary postmen, found of walking and dogs and Christmas and the snow. They knocked on the doors with blue knuckles. . . ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ours has got a black knocker. . . ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And then they stood on the white Welcome mat in the little, drifted porches and huffed and puffed, making ghosts with their breath, and jogged from foot to foot like small boys wanting to go out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And then the presents?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And then the Presents, after the Christmas box. And the cold postman, with a rose on his button-nose, tingled down the tea-tray-slithered run of the chilly glinting hill. He went in his ice-bound boots like a man on fishmonger's slabs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He wagged his bag like a frozen camel's hump, dizzily turned the corner on one foot, and, by God, he was gone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Get back to the Presents."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There were the Useful Presents: engulfing mufflers of the old coach days, and mittens made for giant sloths; zebra scarfs of a substance like silky gum that could be tug-o'-warred down to the galoshes; blinding tam-o'-shanters like patchwork tea cozies and bunny-suited busbies and balaclavas for victims of head-shrinking tribes; from aunts who always wore wool next to the skin there were mustached and rasping vests that made you wonder why the aunts had any skin left at all; and once I had a little crocheted nose bag from an aunt now, alas, no longer whinnying with us. And pictureless books in which small boys, though warned with quotations not to, would skate on Farmer Giles' pond and did and drowned; and books that told me everything about the wasp, except why."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go on the Useless Presents."   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bags of moist and many-colored jelly babies and a folded flag and a false nose and a tram-conductor's cap and a machine that punched tickets and rang a bell; never a catapult; once, by mistake that no one could explain, a little hatchet; and a celluloid duck that made, when you pressed it, a most unducklike sound, a mewing moo that an ambitious cat might make who wished to be a cow; and a painting book in which I could make the grass, the trees, the sea and the animals any colour I pleased, and still the dazzling sky-blue sheep are grazing in the red field under the rainbow-billed and pea-green birds. Hardboileds, toffee, fudge and allsorts, crunches, cracknels, humbugs, glaciers, marzipan, and butterwelsh for the Welsh. And troops of bright tin soldiers who, if they could not fight, could always run. And Snakes-and-Families and Happy Ladders. And Easy Hobbi-Games for Little Engineers, complete with instructions. Oh, easy for Leonardo! And a whistle to make the dogs bark to wake up the old man next door to make him beat on the wall with his stick to shake our picture off the wall. And a packet of cigarettes: you put one in your mouth and you stood at the corner of the street and you waited for hours, in vain, for an old lady to scold you for smoking a cigarette, and then with a smirk you ate it. And then it was breakfast under the balloons."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Were there Uncles like in our house?"   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "There are always Uncles at Christmas. The same Uncles. And on Christmas morning, with dog-disturbing whistle and sugar fags, I would scour the swatched town for the news of the little world, and find always a dead bird by the Post Office or by the white deserted swings; perhaps a robin, all but one of his fires out. Men and women wading or scooping back from chapel, with taproom noses and wind-bussed cheeks, all albinos, huddles their stiff black jarring feathers against the irreligious snow. Mistletoe hung from the gas brackets in all the front parlors; there was sherry and walnuts and bottled beer and crackers by the dessertspoons; and cats in their fur-abouts watched the fires; and the high-heaped fire spat, all ready for the chestnuts and the mulling pokers. Some few large men sat in the front parlors, without their collars, Uncles almost certainly, trying their new cigars, holding them out judiciously at arms' length, returning them to their mouths, coughing, then holding them out again as though waiting for the explosion; and some few small aunts, not wanted in the kitchen, nor anywhere else for that matter, sat on the very edge of their chairs, poised and brittle, afraid to break, like faded cups and saucers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not many those mornings trod the piling streets: an old man always, fawn-bowlered, yellow-gloved and, at this time of year, with spats of snow, would take his constitutional to the white bowling green and back, as he would take it wet or fire on Christmas Day or Doomsday; sometimes two hale young men, with big pipes blazing, no overcoats and wind blown scarfs, would trudge, unspeaking, down to the forlorn sea, to work up an appetite, to blow away the fumes, who knows, to walk into the waves until nothing of them was left but the two furling smoke clouds of their inextinguishable briars. Then I would be slap-dashing home, the gravy smell of the dinners of others, the bird smell, the brandy, the pudding and mince, coiling up to my nostrils, when out of a snow-clogged side lane would come a boy the spit of myself, with a pink-tipped cigarette and the violet past of a black eye, cocky as a bullfinch, leering all to himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hated him on sight and sound, and would be about to put my dog whistle to my lips and blow him off the face of Christmas when suddenly he, with a violet wink, put his whistle to his lips and blew so stridently, so high, so exquisitely loud, that gobbling faces, their cheeks bulged with goose, would press against their tinsled windows, the whole length of the white echoing street. For dinner we had turkey and blazing pudding, and after dinner the Uncles sat in front of the fire, loosened all buttons, put their large moist hands over their watch chains, groaned a little and slept. Mothers, aunts and sisters scuttled to and fro, bearing tureens. Auntie Bessie, who had already been frightened, twice, by a clock-work mouse, whimpered at the sideboard and had some elderberry wine. The dog was sick. Auntie Dosie had to have three aspirins, but Auntie Hannah, who liked port, stood in the middle of the snowbound back yard, singing like a big-bosomed thrush. I would blow up balloons to see how big they would blow up to; and, when they burst, which they all did, the Uncles jumped and rumbled. In the rich and heavy afternoon, the Uncles breathing like dolphins and the snow descending, I would sit among festoons and Chinese lanterns and nibble dates and try to make a model man-o'-war, following the Instructions for Little Engineers, and produce what might be mistaken for a sea-going tramcar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or I would go out, my bright new boots squeaking, into the white world, on to the seaward hill, to call on Jim and Dan and Jack and to pad through the still streets, leaving huge footprints on the hidden pavements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I bet people will think there's been hippos."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What would you do if you saw a hippo coming down our street?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'd go like this, bang! I'd throw him over the railings and roll him down the hill and then I'd tickle him under the ear and he'd wag his tail."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What would you do if you saw two hippos?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iron-flanked and bellowing he-hippos clanked and battered through the scudding snow toward us as we passed Mr. Daniel's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's post Mr. Daniel a snow-ball through his letter box."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's write things in the snow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's write, 'Mr. Daniel looks like a spaniel' all over his lawn."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or we walked on the white shore. "Can the fishes see it's snowing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The silent one-clouded heavens drifted on to the sea. Now we were snow-blind travelers lost on the north hills, and vast dewlapped dogs, with flasks round their necks, ambled and shambled up to us, baying "Excelsior."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We returned home through the poor streets where only a few children fumbled with bare red fingers in the wheel-rutted snow and cat-called after us, their voices fading away, as we trudged uphill, into the cries of the dock birds and the hooting of ships out in the whirling bay. And then, at tea the recovered Uncles would be jolly; and the ice cake loomed in the center of the table like a marble grave. Auntie Hannah laced her tea with rum, because it was only once a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring out the tall tales now that we told by the fire as the gaslight bubbled like a diver. Ghosts whooed like owls in the long nights when I dared not look over my shoulder; animals lurked in the cubbyhole under the stairs and the gas meter ticked. And I remember that we went singing carols once, when there wasn't the shaving of a moon to light the flying streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of a long road was a drive that led to a large house, and we stumbled up the darkness of the drive that night, each one of us afraid, each one holding a stone in his hand in case, and all of us too brave to say a word. The wind through the trees made noises as of old and unpleasant and maybe webfooted men wheezing in caves. We reached the black bulk of the house. "What shall we give them? Hark the Herald?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," Jack said, "Good King Wencelas. I'll count three." One, two three, and we began to sing, our voices high and seemingly distant in the snow-felted darkness round the house that was occupied by nobody we knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stood close together, near the dark door. Good King Wencelas looked out On the Feast of Stephen . . . And then a small, dry voice, like the voice of someone who has not spoken for a long time, joined our singing: a small, dry, eggshell voice from the other side of the door: a small dry voice through the keyhole. And when we stopped running we were outside our house; the front room was lovely; balloons floated under the hot-water-bottle-gulping gas; everything was good again and shone over the town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Perhaps it was a ghost," Jim said. "Perhaps it was trolls," Dan said, who was always reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's go in and see if there's any jelly left," Jack said. And we did that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always on Christmas night there was music. An uncle played the fiddle, a cousin sang "Cherry Ripe," and another uncle sang "Drake's Drum." It was very warm in the little house. Auntie Hannah, who had got on to the parsnip wine, sang a song about Bleeding Hearts and Death, and then another in which she said her heart was like a Bird's Nest; and then everybody laughed again; and then I went to bed. Looking through my bedroom window, out into the moonlight and the unending smoke-colored snow, I could see the lights in the windows of all the other houses on our hill and hear the music rising from them up the long, steady falling night. I turned the gas down, I got into bed. I said some words to the close and holy darkness, and then I slept.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461862926414584068-454468738227837141?l=undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/feeds/454468738227837141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461862926414584068&amp;postID=454468738227837141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/454468738227837141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/454468738227837141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/2008/12/12-days-of-christmas-day-11.html' title='12 Days of Christmas Day 11'/><author><name>hip_bone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801948693603279535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SUWThZrFEAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fPuB49-byeg/S220/100_0155_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461862926414584068.post-8301368243851626272</id><published>2008-12-22T13:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T13:59:22.065-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Xmas'/><title type='text'>12 Days of Christmas Day 10</title><content type='html'>This is a day late -- sorry I was at my parents -- and they're computer is from the bronze age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iDb_l5dXsfg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iDb_l5dXsfg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is this guy anyway?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461862926414584068-8301368243851626272?l=undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/feeds/8301368243851626272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461862926414584068&amp;postID=8301368243851626272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/8301368243851626272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/8301368243851626272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/2008/12/12-days-of-christmas-day-10.html' title='12 Days of Christmas Day 10'/><author><name>hip_bone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801948693603279535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SUWThZrFEAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fPuB49-byeg/S220/100_0155_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461862926414584068.post-5915799115665046104</id><published>2008-12-20T00:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T13:57:47.200-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Xmas'/><title type='text'>12 Days Of Christmas Day 9</title><content type='html'>One of the first blogs I ever subscribed to is "the Sneeze" it's run by this really funny guy named Steve. A few Christmas' ago Steve gave his son a box of raisins for Christmas. One of those little tiny boxes of raisins. The results were adorable and hilarious. Thus a tradition was born. You can imagine as a child gets older that the appeal of a box of raisins might be lost -- you'd be right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the last two years raisin experiments here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thesneeze.com/mt-archives/000749.php"&gt;http://www.thesneeze.com/mt-archives/000749.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461862926414584068-5915799115665046104?l=undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/feeds/5915799115665046104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461862926414584068&amp;postID=5915799115665046104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/5915799115665046104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/5915799115665046104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/2008/12/12-days-of-christmas-day-9_20.html' title='12 Days Of Christmas Day 9'/><author><name>hip_bone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801948693603279535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SUWThZrFEAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fPuB49-byeg/S220/100_0155_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461862926414584068.post-6841947271576247255</id><published>2008-12-19T16:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T16:31:38.203-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hilarity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Xmas'/><title type='text'>12 Days of Christmas Day 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" width="640" height="450"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://player.ordienetworks.com/flash/fodplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="key=52ac107564"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed flashvars="key=52ac107564" allowfullscreen="true" quality="high" src="http://player.ordienetworks.com/flash/fodplayer.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640" height="450"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; width: 640px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461862926414584068-6841947271576247255?l=undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/feeds/6841947271576247255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461862926414584068&amp;postID=6841947271576247255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/6841947271576247255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/6841947271576247255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/2008/12/12-days-of-christmas-day-8.html' title='12 Days of Christmas Day 8'/><author><name>hip_bone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801948693603279535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SUWThZrFEAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fPuB49-byeg/S220/100_0155_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461862926414584068.post-6421801061754800191</id><published>2008-12-17T19:58:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T14:51:53.399-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canadiana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Xmas'/><title type='text'>12 Days Of Christmas Day 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SUmo7bE0dCI/AAAAAAAAAGE/EcHJ_sPIKrA/s1600-h/119770-42486.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 342px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SUmo7bE0dCI/AAAAAAAAAGE/EcHJ_sPIKrA/s400/119770-42486.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280937776902337570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindsay's Recipe for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tortiere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.5 cups flour&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup shortening (chilled)&lt;br /&gt;6 or 7 tablespoons of water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix dry ingredients -- cut in shortening. Mix with a fork, adding water a little at a time until you get pea sized pieces of dough. Don't mix with your hands because this will add more oil to the crust and make it hard as a rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divide crust into 2 balls and put in the fridge while you make the filling. If you're making the filling later later then wrap the crust in tin foil, or at least cover it so it doesn't dry out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delicious Delicious Meat filling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.5 lbs of pork/veal/beef (any combo you choose -- I usually do a mix of all 3)&lt;br /&gt;1 med. onion, finely chopped&lt;br /&gt;1 garlic clove finely chopped&lt;br /&gt;1 medium sized potato diced or grated&lt;br /&gt;(also can add peas and carrots -- if you want to ruin your pie)&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp. salt&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp. dried thyme leaves&lt;br /&gt;1/4 tsp. ground sage&lt;br /&gt;1/4 tsp. ground pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directions? Fry it all. You'll soon see that you don't need to add any oil because pork is greasy greasy! Make sure you pour off access fat. I ended up with 2 cups of rendered pork fat. YUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're ready to roll out the dough. Take it out of the fridge and place the ball between two sheets of waxed paper. Roll it out and put it flat in the fridge or freezer. Do the same with the other ball o' dough. If the flat waxed paper/dough sandwich is sufficiently cooled you can now peel the waxed paper right off. Line the pie plate with dough -- pour in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;delicious&lt;/span&gt; meat, cover with other sheet of dough. If you're cooking the pie right away, cut some slits in it. If you're putting it back in the freezer, don't cut any slits in it and cover it with tin foil. When its time to cook it take it out, cut slits, and cook. The inside of the pie is already fully cooked so it doesn't take long to bake it. Just until the inside is hot, and the outside is golden. If the outside is golden the inside will be hot -- don't put your hand in the pie to test it. You'll burn yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461862926414584068-6421801061754800191?l=undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/feeds/6421801061754800191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461862926414584068&amp;postID=6421801061754800191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/6421801061754800191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/6421801061754800191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/2008/12/12-days-of-christmas-day-7.html' title='12 Days Of Christmas Day 7'/><author><name>hip_bone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801948693603279535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SUWThZrFEAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fPuB49-byeg/S220/100_0155_00.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SUmo7bE0dCI/AAAAAAAAAGE/EcHJ_sPIKrA/s72-c/119770-42486.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461862926414584068.post-8486322051082347064</id><published>2008-12-17T19:56:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T14:50:08.023-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Xmas'/><title type='text'>12 Days Of Christmas Day 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Simon &amp;amp; Garfunkle - 7 O'Clock News/Silent Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HcGBcJKalrQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HcGBcJKalrQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the best video of this on youtube, but the best that has an embed code. It's not the pictures that make this song great however.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NOTE TO ALL:&lt;/span&gt; I've been doing these posts in advance, and then saving them to post later -- because i've been insanely busy. However the posts still show the day I made them, not the day I posted them. Trust title -- not the actual date. I don't want people to think I'm cheating!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461862926414584068-8486322051082347064?l=undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/feeds/8486322051082347064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461862926414584068&amp;postID=8486322051082347064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/8486322051082347064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/8486322051082347064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/2008/12/12-days-of-christmas-day-6.html' title='12 Days Of Christmas Day 6'/><author><name>hip_bone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801948693603279535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SUWThZrFEAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fPuB49-byeg/S220/100_0155_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461862926414584068.post-7958231148212943588</id><published>2008-12-17T18:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T18:26:29.793-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctor Who'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Xmas'/><title type='text'>12 Days Of Christmas Day 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SUmKd2dfREI/AAAAAAAAAF8/G2IGrgucSe8/s1600-h/2007-12-25-drwho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SUmKd2dfREI/AAAAAAAAAF8/G2IGrgucSe8/s400/2007-12-25-drwho.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280904283508655170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy of Rich -- the 10 Doctors Online comic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://comics.shipsinker.com/feed/"&gt;http://comics.shipsinker.com/feed/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461862926414584068-7958231148212943588?l=undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/feeds/7958231148212943588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SUmKd2dfREI/AAAAAAAAAF8/G2IGrgucSe8/s72-c/2007-12-25-drwho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461862926414584068.post-7608461488134293885</id><published>2008-12-16T12:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T12:34:12.474-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NPH'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Xmas'/><title type='text'>12 Days of Christmas Day 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NQ77p4CzcXg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NQ77p4CzcXg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From last night's episode of HIMYM (that's pronounced him-yim).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461862926414584068-7608461488134293885?l=undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/feeds/7608461488134293885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461862926414584068&amp;postID=7608461488134293885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/7608461488134293885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/7608461488134293885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/2008/12/12-days-of-christmas-day-4_16.html' title='12 Days of Christmas Day 4'/><author><name>hip_bone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801948693603279535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SUWThZrFEAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fPuB49-byeg/S220/100_0155_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461862926414584068.post-108864917191515469</id><published>2008-12-15T15:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T15:43:00.422-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canadiana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Xmas'/><title type='text'>12 Days of Christmas Day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gwpGXfHmY-A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gwpGXfHmY-A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This totally killed me. I love it when "Serious" people act silly. And proof that Geddy Lee does talk like an ordinary guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461862926414584068-108864917191515469?l=undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/feeds/108864917191515469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461862926414584068&amp;postID=108864917191515469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/108864917191515469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/108864917191515469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/2008/12/12-days-of-christmas-day-3.html' title='12 Days of Christmas Day 3'/><author><name>hip_bone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801948693603279535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SUWThZrFEAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fPuB49-byeg/S220/100_0155_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461862926414584068.post-1726985996362121313</id><published>2008-12-14T04:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T04:03:44.555-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mad Men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Xmas'/><title type='text'>12 Days Of Christmas Day 2</title><content type='html'>Sterling Cooper Christmas Party -- courtesy of the very talented Dyna Moe who's wonderful pop art (lots of Mad Men stuff too) can be found here &lt;a href="http://www.nobodyssweetheart.com/"&gt;http://www.nobodyssweetheart.com/&lt;/a&gt; She's got an awesome Mad Men Calender for sale, as well as totally kick ass Joan Halloway Paper Dolls! I would totally buy them if I had room on my credit card!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SUTLWMxAnuI/AAAAAAAAAFc/jep2O_vxe0M/s1600-h/2106689114_e4af4ec42b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SUTLWMxAnuI/AAAAAAAAAFc/jep2O_vxe0M/s400/2106689114_e4af4ec42b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279568245429411554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461862926414584068-1726985996362121313?l=undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/feeds/1726985996362121313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461862926414584068&amp;postID=1726985996362121313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/1726985996362121313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/1726985996362121313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/2008/12/12-days-of-christmas-day-2.html' title='12 Days Of Christmas Day 2'/><author><name>hip_bone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801948693603279535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SUWThZrFEAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fPuB49-byeg/S220/100_0155_00.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SUTLWMxAnuI/AAAAAAAAAFc/jep2O_vxe0M/s72-c/2106689114_e4af4ec42b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461862926414584068.post-3645084833099774967</id><published>2008-12-14T03:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T04:00:08.141-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctor Who'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Tennant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Xmas'/><title type='text'>12 Days of Christmas Day 1</title><content type='html'>I've seen this done on a lot of other blogs -- and I've never been one for originality. There's so much fun Xmas stuff popping up on the web having to do with so much fun stuff I like. I'msagonna put something up everyday from now until the 25th. Although, yes I know its actually the 14th -- not the 13th so I'm gonna do a double post. Yeah, I know cheating, whatever. I promise as well that its not going to be Doctor Who crap all week. Although the BBC Advent(ure) calender does make that easy. Doctor Who content today -- but only because I love hearing David say "Hallo" in his Scottish Accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hPz2ghhEdG4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hPz2ghhEdG4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461862926414584068-3645084833099774967?l=undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/feeds/3645084833099774967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461862926414584068&amp;postID=3645084833099774967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/3645084833099774967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/3645084833099774967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/2008/12/12-days-of-christmas-day-1.html' title='12 Days of Christmas Day 1'/><author><name>hip_bone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801948693603279535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SUWThZrFEAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fPuB49-byeg/S220/100_0155_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461862926414584068.post-1295378747504971073</id><published>2008-12-13T01:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T01:38:38.900-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Weird....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SUNYRC_NNSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/o_Eguvw1CbM/s1600-h/bfq3rm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 398px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SUNYRC_NNSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/o_Eguvw1CbM/s400/bfq3rm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279160238091351330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else find this deeply disturbing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461862926414584068-1295378747504971073?l=undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/feeds/1295378747504971073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461862926414584068&amp;postID=1295378747504971073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/1295378747504971073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/1295378747504971073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/2008/12/weird.html' title='Weird....'/><author><name>hip_bone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801948693603279535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SUWThZrFEAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fPuB49-byeg/S220/100_0155_00.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SUNYRC_NNSI/AAAAAAAAAFU/o_Eguvw1CbM/s72-c/bfq3rm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461862926414584068.post-2764407316596676773</id><published>2008-12-10T13:59:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T14:53:16.195-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctor Who'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emilie is a douchebag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Geek Holiday'/><title type='text'>My cake travels in time...how about yours?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SUAbD6MrfEI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ANSRp_1Lo4s/s1600-h/untitled11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SUAbD6MrfEI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ANSRp_1Lo4s/s400/untitled11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278248517254216770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allright, this post is for anyone who hasn't seen it yet. This is the epic cake I've been yapping about since October. Made totally from scratch.  Here's how&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used a Madeira sponge cake recipe I found online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.5 C Self Rising Flour&lt;br /&gt;1.5 C All Purpose Flour&lt;br /&gt;(To make All Purpose Flour into Self Rising flour, just add 1 1/2 teaspoons of baking powder and 1/2 teaspoon of salt for every cup All Purpose flour)&lt;br /&gt;1.5 C Sugar&lt;br /&gt;1.5 C Butter&lt;br /&gt;6 eggs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To help ensure the cake is the shape you want it, line the pan with grease proof paper (I used foil, you can use waxed paper or parchment paper). I used an extra long loaf pan.  Bake at 350 for about an hour -- or until a toothpick comes out clean when inserted into the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the cake is cooled you can mold it into shape using a knife. I used a violin string (E) because I thought it would work the same as piano wire might -- it did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also used shish-kebab skewers to hold the cake upright.  Madeira cake is pretty sturdy, but once the fondant and decorations are on the cake, it would probably have started to collapse and get all wobbly looking (if you're trying for a classic series TARDIS, forget the skewers for that wobbly set look acheived throughout the original series).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Icing is actually fondant. It's super easy to make, looks cool and is fun to play with!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melt 1 part marshmallow (I used an entire bag -- 1lb I think -- I forget now -- either way, one part)&lt;br /&gt;Add 2 Parts icing sugar&lt;br /&gt;If you are making white fondant add a few teaspoons of water (one at at time) until the mixture is like sticky playdough.&lt;br /&gt;If you're making coloured fonant, don't add water, but instead add food colouring or food dye. Note that standard food colouring will not give you the bright blue colour, I used a food dye paste I found at Bulk Barn.&lt;br /&gt;It's a good idea to coat your stirring apparatus with shortening, as this stuff will stick to EVERYTHING it touches. Also when rolling and shaping fondant, generously coat your hands, work surface and rolling pin with shortening as well. I went through an entire pound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice the cake with normal icing first, this will help the fondant stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fondant doesn't really stretch, so it has to be cut to fit. Measure your cake and cut the exact amount of fondant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working with fondant is a bit tricky, I found it helped to have a second person. I used my sister Emilie (the douchebag) but you can use anyone.  She's much more artistic than I so her help was much needed/appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SUAaYHM7wOI/AAAAAAAAAFE/3gGtiFBeHGY/s1600-h/0712081529a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SUAaYHM7wOI/AAAAAAAAAFE/3gGtiFBeHGY/s320/0712081529a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278247764830699746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The windows are made from white fondant (The TARDIS windows only have 6 panes, not 9. Emilie totally messed up on that one).  The POLICE (public call) BOX signs were printed off the computer, as was the little sign that goes on the front door. Emilie made the handle, and I didn't look to see what she made it out of -- I assume it was part of one of the skewers.  We used blue gel icing to add some detail, and plain icing as glue to reinforce the fondant in places.  Lastly I put a yellow ju-jube on top for the light, and some star shaped sprinkles at the base for effect. The star sprinkles ended up looking kind of shitty, so I woulnd't reccomend you do it, but its an idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cake was remarkable sturdy, and lasted in the freezer for two weeks. It also lasted a 4 hour drive from Kingston to Hamilton, being taken out of the freezer several times,  being moved a lot to show people, and a car accident (see below).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From start to finish making the cake, the fondant, and the icing took about 2 hours (including baking time). Decorating took 2 people 3 hours. But we were being giant dorks. Some time was also spent looking for a picture of the TARDIS -- printing off signs and such, re-printing signs because they turned out the wrong size, and trying to figure out what it said on the door panel. I'm ont sure of the total cost of the cake, as I had a lot of the supplies already, I would say under $20 for sure. But more if you need to buy things like loaf pans, violin strings, and skewers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Note:&lt;/span&gt; Cake is large, but not bigger on the inside. Cake also does not travel in time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461862926414584068-2764407316596676773?l=undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/feeds/2764407316596676773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461862926414584068&amp;postID=2764407316596676773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/2764407316596676773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/2764407316596676773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-cake-travels-in-timehow-about-yours.html' title='My cake travels in time...how about yours?'/><author><name>hip_bone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801948693603279535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SUWThZrFEAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fPuB49-byeg/S220/100_0155_00.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SUAbD6MrfEI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ANSRp_1Lo4s/s72-c/untitled11.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461862926414584068.post-2861733254877427534</id><published>2008-12-09T20:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:27:05.912-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emilie is a douchebag'/><title type='text'>ATTN EMILIE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/ST8avIDh5tI/AAAAAAAAAE0/igjQtYtDGJ4/s1600-h/1208081100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/ST8avIDh5tI/AAAAAAAAAE0/igjQtYtDGJ4/s400/1208081100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277966685219972818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY DOUCHEBAG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever think that maybe things happen in people's lives that you should know about? Like say -- potentially fatal car crashes? That sort of thing? Put your phone back on the hook.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461862926414584068-2861733254877427534?l=undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/feeds/2861733254877427534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461862926414584068&amp;postID=2861733254877427534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/2861733254877427534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/2861733254877427534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/2008/12/attn-emilie.html' title='ATTN EMILIE'/><author><name>hip_bone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801948693603279535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SUWThZrFEAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fPuB49-byeg/S220/100_0155_00.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/ST8avIDh5tI/AAAAAAAAAE0/igjQtYtDGJ4/s72-c/1208081100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461862926414584068.post-3127781622252377561</id><published>2008-12-06T09:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T10:10:55.338-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hilarity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NPH'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>A Little Topical Hilarity</title><content type='html'>Good Ol' Funny or Die! Check out this star studded video "Prop 8: Musical"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" width="464" height="388"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://player.ordienetworks.com/flash/fodplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="key=c0cf508ff8"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed flashvars="key=c0cf508ff8" allowfullscreen="true" quality="high" src="http://player.ordienetworks.com/flash/fodplayer.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="464" height="388"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; width: 464px;"&gt;See more &lt;a href="http://www.funnyordie.com/jackblack"&gt;Jack Black&lt;/a&gt; videos at Funny or Die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;From who I can recognise -- there's Andy Richter, John C Reilly, Allison Janney, Margaret Cho, Maya Rudolph, Sarah Chalke, Rashida Jones and Kathy Najimy -- Plus Jack Black as Jesus and Neil Patrick Harris being awesome yet again (listen to how he says "lavenders" -- comic gold!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other favourite parts? Andy Richter's outfit, Maya Rudolph's line (I will laugh at anything she does!) and John C Reilly's delivery of the word "Sodomy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461862926414584068-3127781622252377561?l=undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/feeds/3127781622252377561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461862926414584068&amp;postID=3127781622252377561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/3127781622252377561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/3127781622252377561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/2008/12/little-topical-hilarity.html' title='A Little Topical Hilarity'/><author><name>hip_bone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801948693603279535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SUWThZrFEAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fPuB49-byeg/S220/100_0155_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461862926414584068.post-12392908968141998</id><published>2008-12-03T23:55:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T14:32:25.527-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hilarity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cait'/><title type='text'>Thanks Cait!</title><content type='html'>Best few seconds of family guy ever -- &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XEWS8FCxxYk"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; cracks me up EVERY time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461862926414584068-12392908968141998?l=undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/feeds/12392908968141998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461862926414584068&amp;postID=12392908968141998' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/12392908968141998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/12392908968141998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/2008/12/best-few-seconds-of-family-guy-ever.html' title='Thanks Cait!'/><author><name>hip_bone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801948693603279535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SUWThZrFEAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fPuB49-byeg/S220/100_0155_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461862926414584068.post-7359466859971673622</id><published>2008-11-27T23:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T23:46:47.108-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Dr. Who?</title><content type='html'>Haha psych! You thought this was going to be yet another post about Doctor Who! Wrong!! This is a post about Dr. Seuss -- feel like a dummy yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So apparently before he was an accomplished author (but after &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To Think I Saw it on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Mulberry Street&lt;/span&gt;)Dr. Seuss (or Theodore Geisel) drew political cartoons for a magazine called PM. There is a book of his art from 1941 - 1943 called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dr. Seuss Go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;es to War&lt;/span&gt; (available on Amazon). The cartoons are instantly recognisable as Seussian -- but the subject is well -- not so Seussian. Here's a few examples. Surreal no?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SS93O9zfU8I/AAAAAAAAAEE/-j8_3sambxQ/s1600-h/11224cs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 337px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SS93O9zfU8I/AAAAAAAAAEE/-j8_3sambxQ/s400/11224cs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273564787666539458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SS93d89HADI/AAAAAAAAAEM/HYNZjG6uZKk/s1600-h/20720cs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 339px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SS93d89HADI/AAAAAAAAAEM/HYNZjG6uZKk/s400/20720cs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273565045136490546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461862926414584068-7359466859971673622?l=undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/feeds/7359466859971673622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461862926414584068&amp;postID=7359466859971673622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/7359466859971673622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/7359466859971673622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/2008/11/dr-who.html' title='Dr. Who?'/><author><name>hip_bone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801948693603279535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SUWThZrFEAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fPuB49-byeg/S220/100_0155_00.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SS93O9zfU8I/AAAAAAAAAEE/-j8_3sambxQ/s72-c/11224cs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461862926414584068.post-6261629775388952765</id><published>2008-11-27T22:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T22:07:07.765-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Purse'/><title type='text'>What's in my purse? Volume 2</title><content type='html'>Cell Phone&lt;br /&gt;iPod, headphones, iTrip&lt;br /&gt;Compact&lt;br /&gt;Pomade&lt;br /&gt;Can of Diet Mug Rootbeer&lt;br /&gt;32 loose pens (16 black, 16 blue)&lt;br /&gt;Wallet&lt;br /&gt;3 ticket stubs for Steel City Wheelers raffle&lt;br /&gt;Peanuts Chapstick (Linus' Lemon and Lime)&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 Hamilton Lighter&lt;br /&gt;Maus by Art Spiegelman&lt;br /&gt;Hamilton Public Library Newsletter for November&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461862926414584068-6261629775388952765?l=undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/feeds/6261629775388952765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461862926414584068&amp;postID=6261629775388952765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/6261629775388952765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/6261629775388952765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/2008/11/whats-in-my-purse-volume-2.html' title='What&apos;s in my purse? Volume 2'/><author><name>hip_bone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801948693603279535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SUWThZrFEAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fPuB49-byeg/S220/100_0155_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461862926414584068.post-1057083121592775138</id><published>2008-11-27T13:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T22:02:19.863-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NPH'/><title type='text'>Is there a horrible doctor in the house?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SS7nhZZfhJI/AAAAAAAAAD8/M8yzIO73NKY/s1600-h/n51074710227_3295344_5338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SS7nhZZfhJI/AAAAAAAAAD8/M8yzIO73NKY/s400/n51074710227_3295344_5338.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273406774636938386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when you used to watch Doogie Howser and think to yourself "If only Doogie was less of an smarty pants little kid, more evil, in a musical, a lot funnier"? No? Yeah, me neither -- but watch Doctor Horrible's Sing-a-long Blog -- and you'll wonder why you didn't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made by Joss Whedon and his brothers -- this is what happens when writers and actors have some extra time on their hands. This was all written, produced, and filmed during last years WGA strike. All the financing came out of Joss Whedon's pocket (he can afford it anyway) and the actors worked for free -- with the idea that if it made any money they'd get a share of the royalties. You can currently download the show, and the music off of iTunes and Amazon -- and the soundtrack and DVD are being released this holiday season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is worth checking out for any fan of musicals, comic books, Neil Patrick Harris, or awesomeness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461862926414584068-1057083121592775138?l=undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/feeds/1057083121592775138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461862926414584068&amp;postID=1057083121592775138' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/1057083121592775138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/1057083121592775138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/2008/11/is-there-horrible-doctor-in-house.html' title='Is there a horrible doctor in the house?!'/><author><name>hip_bone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801948693603279535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SUWThZrFEAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fPuB49-byeg/S220/100_0155_00.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SS7nhZZfhJI/AAAAAAAAAD8/M8yzIO73NKY/s72-c/n51074710227_3295344_5338.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461862926414584068.post-2122206512332203191</id><published>2008-11-22T18:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T18:57:41.642-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctor Who'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christopher Eccleston'/><title type='text'>Messages from the TV...</title><content type='html'>Ever have one of those moments when it appears the TV is speaking directly to you? I never realised I had so much in common with a 40 year old gay man played by Brian Posehn... ok so maybe I realised a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bhIf2SmQR1E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bhIf2SmQR1E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Doctor Lazer Rage -- you're so worth $175&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461862926414584068-2122206512332203191?l=undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/feeds/2122206512332203191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461862926414584068&amp;postID=2122206512332203191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/2122206512332203191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/2122206512332203191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='Messages from the TV...'/><author><name>hip_bone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801948693603279535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SUWThZrFEAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fPuB49-byeg/S220/100_0155_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461862926414584068.post-8870448079131816503</id><published>2008-11-20T19:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T19:48:19.231-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctor Who'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dalek'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Geek Holiday'/><title type='text'>Geek Holiday Time pt 2</title><content type='html'>OK.. I seriously contemplated about making this one post -- but they're two different days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday Nov 24th is "Talk like a Dalek Day"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-27a7659ec0c16e0c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D27a7659ec0c16e0c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331191322%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5A0254F4CE34E4D945EA4C9C3FD972AC9E6AE193.36747B6C1BADF15AC8F713341F9516F089CAF09E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D27a7659ec0c16e0c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DaWuijbwaiYZghsCRYAJl9Xh7dXQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D27a7659ec0c16e0c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331191322%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5A0254F4CE34E4D945EA4C9C3FD972AC9E6AE193.36747B6C1BADF15AC8F713341F9516F089CAF09E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D27a7659ec0c16e0c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DaWuijbwaiYZghsCRYAJl9Xh7dXQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All together now -- &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EXTERMINATE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461862926414584068-8870448079131816503?l=undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=27a7659ec0c16e0c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/feeds/8870448079131816503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461862926414584068&amp;postID=8870448079131816503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/8870448079131816503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/8870448079131816503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/2008/11/geek-holiday-time-pt-2.html' title='Geek Holiday Time pt 2'/><author><name>hip_bone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801948693603279535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SUWThZrFEAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fPuB49-byeg/S220/100_0155_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461862926414584068.post-6601430748480540658</id><published>2008-11-20T18:19:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T19:38:24.760-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctor Who'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Geek Holiday'/><title type='text'>Geek Holiday Time! Pt 1</title><content type='html'>What better way to jazz up another crappy "Novempoopy" but to celebrate geekdom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Sunday marks the 45th anniversary of Doctor Who!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday Nov. 23rd 1963 at 5:15pm Doctor Who was broadcast for the first time on BBC. William Hartnell starred as the Doctor, and it received a 9% share -- which is respectable, even by todays standards. Although, if you think about it -- people only had 2 or 3 channels in the 60s didn't they? Does that mean 91% were watching ITV? (I just looked it up actually -- apparantly 8% of people tuned in to ITV at that time -- I guess the rest were just watching static).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo -- to celebrate this landmark the BBC website has put up a few links to some of the Doctor Who Archives. There's some interesting stuff there, including some research BBC did on Sci Fi to see if such a show could do well. The best stuff is some of the original outlines for what the show was to be.  Originally the Doctor had an invisible spaceship. That would look kind of like a bubble (not that invisible I guess) -- Sydney Newman noted that it might be better if the Doctor's ship was a familliar object that people would recognise from the street...like a Nightwatchmens booth. The rest is history! Also worth noting is the orignal concept for the "secret of Doctor Who" -- Click the images below to get a closer view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All images are property of the BBC obviously. Check out the actual site &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/archive/doctorwho/index.shtml"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SSYBiaz9oKI/AAAAAAAAADc/lvsGkDNI3qA/s1600-h/6402_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 407px; height: 662px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SSYBiaz9oKI/AAAAAAAAADc/lvsGkDNI3qA/s400/6402_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270902104708194466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SSYCSflwEkI/AAAAAAAAAD0/irrQKk0gl90/s1600-h/6402_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 693px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SSYCSflwEkI/AAAAAAAAAD0/irrQKk0gl90/s400/6402_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270902930624483906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461862926414584068-6601430748480540658?l=undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/feeds/6601430748480540658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461862926414584068&amp;postID=6601430748480540658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/6601430748480540658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/6601430748480540658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/2008/11/geek-holiday-time-pt-1.html' title='Geek Holiday Time! Pt 1'/><author><name>hip_bone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801948693603279535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SUWThZrFEAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fPuB49-byeg/S220/100_0155_00.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SSYBiaz9oKI/AAAAAAAAADc/lvsGkDNI3qA/s72-c/6402_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461862926414584068.post-7056988287592712538</id><published>2008-11-18T12:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T12:50:23.553-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctor Who'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mad Men'/><title type='text'>*Insert Time pun here*</title><content type='html'>Time Out New York has announced the winners of the 2nd annual "shadow Emmys" These awards recognise those actors and programs who didn't receive Emmy nominations in real life.  I maintain that for the most part the winners here were better than the winners of the real Emmys. And thats not just my Doctor Who love talking -- but my Mad Men love talking too. Also Anne Dudek was great in House last season -- better than Elisabeth Moss? I don't know. I can't believe none of these people got nominated. I can't think of one of them who doesn't deserve an Emmy more than Jeremy Piven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p102/timeoutny/emmys_david_tenant.jpg" alt="" width="200" align="left" height="200" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outstanding Lead Actor in a Drama Series&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WINNER: David Tennant, &lt;em&gt;Doctor Who&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle Chandler, &lt;em&gt;Friday Night Lights&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruce Greenwood, &lt;em&gt;John from Cincinnati&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter Krause, &lt;em&gt;Dirty Sexy Money&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christopher Meloni, &lt;em&gt;Law &amp;amp; Order: Special Victims Unit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="more-7071"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;hr /&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p102/timeoutny/emmys_anna_friel.jpg" alt="" width="200" align="left" height="200" /&gt;Outstanding Lead Actress in a Comedy Series&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; WINNER Anna Friel, &lt;em&gt;Pushing Daisies &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melora Hardin, &lt;em&gt;The Office&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaitlin Olson, &lt;em&gt;It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordana Spiro, &lt;em&gt;My Boys&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne Strahovski, &lt;em&gt;Chuck &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;hr /&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p102/timeoutny/emmys_james_roday.jpg" alt="" width="200" align="left" height="200" /&gt;Outstanding Lead Actor in a Comedy Series&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WINNER: James Roday, &lt;em&gt;Psych&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeffrey Donovan, &lt;em&gt;Burn Notice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colin Ferguson, &lt;em&gt;Eureka&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brett Harrison, &lt;em&gt;Reaper &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zachary Levi, &lt;em&gt;Chuck&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;hr /&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p102/timeoutny/emmys_lena_headey.jpg" width="200" align="left" height="200" /&gt;Outstanding Lead Actress in a Drama Series&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WINNER:  Lena Headey, &lt;em&gt;Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connie Britton, &lt;em&gt;Friday Night Lights&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leighton Meester, &lt;em&gt;Gossip Girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim Raver, &lt;em&gt;Lipstick Jungle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonya Walger, &lt;em&gt;Tell Me You Love Me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;hr /&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p102/timeoutny/emmys_bruce_campbell.jpg" width="200" align="left" /&gt;Outstanding Supporting Actor in a Comedy Series&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WINNER: Bruce Campbell, &lt;em&gt;Burn Notice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam Baldwin, &lt;em&gt;Chuck&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rick Gonzales, &lt;em&gt;Reaper&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin Kirk, &lt;em&gt;Weeds&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ray Wise, &lt;em&gt;Reaper&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;hr /&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p102/timeoutny/emmys_vincent_kartheiser.jpg" width="200" align="left" height="200" /&gt;Outstanding Supporting Actor in a Drama Series&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WINNER: Vincent Kartheiser, &lt;em&gt;Mad Men&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tate Donovan, &lt;em&gt;Damages&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron Douglas, &lt;em&gt;Battlestar Galactica&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Hogan, &lt;em&gt;Battlestar Galactica&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom McCarthy, &lt;em&gt;The Wire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;hr /&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p102/timeoutny/emmys_judy_reyes.jpg" width="200" align="left" height="200" /&gt;Outstanding Supporting Actress in a Comedy Series&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WINNER: Judy Reyes, &lt;em&gt;Scrubs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenna Fischer, &lt;em&gt;The Office &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela Kinsey, &lt;em&gt;The Office&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa McCarthy, &lt;em&gt;Samantha Who?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth Perkins, &lt;em&gt;Weeds&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;hr /&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p102/timeoutny/emmys_anne_dudek.jpg" width="200" align="left" /&gt;Outstanding Supporting Actress in a Drama Series&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WINNER: Anne Dudek, &lt;em&gt;House&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January Jones, &lt;em&gt;Mad Men&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth Mitchell, &lt;em&gt;Lost&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elisabeth Moss, &lt;em&gt;Mad Men&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily Rose, &lt;em&gt;John from Cincinnati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;hr /&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p102/timeoutny/emmys_pushing_daisies_web.jpg" width="200" align="left" /&gt;Outstanding Comedy Series&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WINNER&lt;em&gt;: Pushing Daisies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Burn Notice&lt;br /&gt;Chuck&lt;br /&gt;It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia&lt;br /&gt;Reaper&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;hr /&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p102/timeoutny/emmys_battlestar_galactica.jpg" width="200" align="left" height="200" /&gt;Outstanding Drama Series&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WINNER: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Battlestar Galactica&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday Night Lights&lt;br /&gt;John from Cincinnati&lt;br /&gt;Tell Me You Love Me&lt;br /&gt;The Wire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461862926414584068-7056988287592712538?l=undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/feeds/7056988287592712538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461862926414584068&amp;postID=7056988287592712538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/7056988287592712538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/7056988287592712538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/2008/11/time-out-new-york-has-announced-winners.html' title='*Insert Time pun here*'/><author><name>hip_bone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801948693603279535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SUWThZrFEAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fPuB49-byeg/S220/100_0155_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461862926414584068.post-4160870090955971801</id><published>2008-11-13T18:16:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T02:21:42.029-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melinda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Look what I can do!! (for Melinda!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Ok so here’s how the game works:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;*Link to the person that tagged you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;*Post the rules on your blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;*Share six interesting things/habits/quirks about yourself - anything that comes to mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;*Tag six people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs … people you would like to know things about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;*Let each random person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their website.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OK Melinda, I'm not as popular as you -- or my friends aren't as tech savvy as yours. I don't have 6 friends with blogs -- I don't even think I have 2. Yes that's right it's all you man. I can't really pass on the game -- so I'll post 6 random things just for you!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. I learned how to write my sisters name (in handwriting) before I learned to write my own. One guess on who taught me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. I love classifying myself as a nerd. It's not that I hunt out ways to become more nerdy -- but when I do become interested in something nerdy -- I talk about it a lot, and tell people about it so I can make a comment about how nerdy I am.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. An example of nerdiness? I've recently begun reading books on 'recreational mathematics' and 'theoretical physics'. Ask me about about the 5th dimension and I'll talk for hours.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. While in highschool I was a compulsive liar. I lied about everything, and usually for no reason at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. In 'English Writing' class in OAC we had to write an essay for Remembrance Day, the only parameters that we got were that it had to be at least 750 words, and had to have something to do with Remembrance Day. My original essay was about the German's use of Unicorns in WW1. I proposed that they were used as transportation and weapons, and that Kaiser Wilhelm III was a big fan, which is why he wore the helmet with the spike on it. I got kudos for my creativity, but had to write a new essay that wouldn't piss of the veterans so much. (Now scroll down and look at my Nov 11 post)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. I HATE showering. I still do it, but I don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461862926414584068-4160870090955971801?l=undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/feeds/4160870090955971801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461862926414584068&amp;postID=4160870090955971801' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/4160870090955971801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/4160870090955971801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/2008/11/look-what-i-can-do-for-melinda.html' title='Look what I can do!! (for Melinda!)'/><author><name>hip_bone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801948693603279535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SUWThZrFEAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fPuB49-byeg/S220/100_0155_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461862926414584068.post-8799688643196422658</id><published>2008-11-13T17:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T18:00:39.028-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Tennant'/><title type='text'>Who and the farmer?!</title><content type='html'>To Emilie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.david-tennant.com/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderfiles/dtmeandthefarmer.mp3"&gt;Click me and turn on your speakers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, and ANSWER YOUR DAMN PHONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Linny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461862926414584068-8799688643196422658?l=undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/feeds/8799688643196422658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461862926414584068&amp;postID=8799688643196422658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/8799688643196422658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/8799688643196422658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/2008/11/who-and-farmer.html' title='Who and the farmer?!'/><author><name>hip_bone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801948693603279535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SUWThZrFEAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fPuB49-byeg/S220/100_0155_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461862926414584068.post-2842139376038916651</id><published>2008-11-12T14:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T15:27:43.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Take Twenty Five!</title><content type='html'>Never have I felt as old as I do now -- then again, I've never been as old as I am now -- whoa cosmic! Anyway -- there's this girl I work with who was born in 1991 (ack!!) and she referred to me as "motherly" MOTHERLY! The same day I noticed that Presidents Choice brand is also celebrating its 25th anniversary this year. Here is a list of other things that are as old as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PC Products&lt;/span&gt; (Presidents Choice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cell phones&lt;/span&gt; - made available to the public by Motorola for the first time in 1983&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Microsoft Word&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Swatch brand watches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Linux 1-2-3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cabbage Patch Kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weird Al&lt;/span&gt;" Yancovic's career -- debut release of "Ricky" in February 1983.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J. Crew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micheal Jackson's "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thriller&lt;/span&gt;" album&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CD&lt;/span&gt;'s introduced by Phillips and Sony&lt;br /&gt;Britain's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 pound coin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;three-dimensional reconstruction of a human head&lt;/span&gt; in a CT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lap Top Computers&lt;/span&gt; (made my Compaq -- ran about $3000 each)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Karaoke machines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HBO Films&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Super Mario Bros&lt;/span&gt; (the arcade game -- the NES, and subsequent home game came out 2 years later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Costco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AT&amp;amp;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LensCrafters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Plinko!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CMT&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TNN&lt;/span&gt;, and the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Disney Channel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drug Abuse Resistance Education (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D.A.R.E&lt;/span&gt; to keep kids off drugs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Moonwalk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blackadder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Entertainment Weekly magazine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wheel of Fortune&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeopardy&lt;/span&gt; (in syndication)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my personal favourite....&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; internet!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461862926414584068-2842139376038916651?l=undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/feeds/2842139376038916651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461862926414584068&amp;postID=2842139376038916651' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/2842139376038916651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/2842139376038916651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/2008/11/take-twenty-five.html' title='Take Twenty Five!'/><author><name>hip_bone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801948693603279535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SUWThZrFEAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fPuB49-byeg/S220/100_0155_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461862926414584068.post-32274424315819727</id><published>2008-11-11T17:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T17:35:40.466-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unicorn'/><title type='text'>Lest We Forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SRoIqnhzoWI/AAAAAAAAADU/ErkpsSkEvsU/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SRoIqnhzoWI/AAAAAAAAADU/ErkpsSkEvsU/s400/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267532242421522786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461862926414584068-32274424315819727?l=undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/feeds/32274424315819727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461862926414584068&amp;postID=32274424315819727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/32274424315819727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/32274424315819727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/2008/11/lest-we-forget.html' title='Lest We Forget'/><author><name>hip_bone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801948693603279535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SUWThZrFEAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fPuB49-byeg/S220/100_0155_00.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SRoIqnhzoWI/AAAAAAAAADU/ErkpsSkEvsU/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461862926414584068.post-6697591683330574465</id><published>2008-10-30T23:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T23:45:59.559-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctor Who'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Tennant'/><title type='text'>Dave's not here man!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SQp_b93UskI/AAAAAAAAADM/gvC3J-mh4Hg/s1600-h/doctor1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SQp_b93UskI/AAAAAAAAADM/gvC3J-mh4Hg/s320/doctor1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263159232975647298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if things weren't bad enough in the world currently, the BBC has just released news that David Tennant will not be reprising his role as the tenth Doctor on the awesomely awesome Doctor Who. We all kind of knew this was coming -- with the reign of Russel T. coming to an end, and the truncated series next year -- but its still a dark day for Whovians and fangirls everywhere. As a tribute here's a list of my favourite 10th Doctor quotes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detective-Inspector Bishop: &lt;/span&gt;Start from the begining, tell me everything you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Doctor:&lt;/span&gt; Well, for starters, I know you can't wrap your hand around your elbow and make your fingers meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    Martha&lt;/span&gt;: What's that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   The Doctor&lt;/span&gt;: Sonic screwdriver.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Martha:&lt;/span&gt; Well if you're not going to tell me.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Doctor:&lt;/span&gt; No really, see? It's a screwdriver and it's.... sonic.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Martha:&lt;/span&gt; What else have you got - laser spanner?&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Doctor&lt;/span&gt;: I did, but it was stolen by Emmeline Pankhurst. Cheeky woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dame Kelly Holmes Close resident&lt;/span&gt;: [To the Doctor, who is crouched on his lawn] What's your game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Doctor&lt;/span&gt;: [Turning round quickly] Snakes and Ladders? Quite good at...squash? [pause] I'm being facetious, I...there's no call for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;br /&gt;[Thinking they are in Rome]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Donna:&lt;/span&gt; Have you been here before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Doctor:&lt;/span&gt; Yes I have, and before you ask, that fire had nothing to do with me. Well, a little bit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Doctor:&lt;/span&gt; I like that, "Allons-y". I should say allons-y more often. Look sharp Rose Tyler, allons-y! And then it would be really brilliant if I met someone called Alonso, 'cause then I could say allons-y Alonso every time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tenth Doctor&lt;/span&gt;: D'ya need this? [offers him the sonic screwdriver]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fifth Doctor&lt;/span&gt;: Nah, I'm fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tenth Doctor&lt;/span&gt;: Oh, no, of course. You mostly went hands-free didn't you? Like, "Hey, I'm the Doctor. I can save the universe using a kettle and some string! And look at me, I'm wearing a vegetable!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Martha&lt;/span&gt;: Magic and stuff, that's a surprise. It's all a bit Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Doctor:&lt;/span&gt; Wait till you read book seven- oh, I cried!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rose:&lt;/span&gt; Oh, here's trouble. What you been up to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Doctor&lt;/span&gt;: Oh, this and that. Became the imaginary friend of a future French aristocrat, picked a fight with a clockwork man... [A whinny is heard from off screen] Oh, and I met a horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mickey&lt;/span&gt;: What's a horse doing on a spaceship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Doctor&lt;/span&gt;: Mickey, what's pre-revolutionary France doing on a spaceship? Get a little perspective!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Doctor:&lt;/span&gt; Yeah! Listen, gotta dash. Things happening. Well… four things. Well, four things and a lizard.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;General Staal: &lt;/span&gt;We have an intruder!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: &lt;/span&gt;How'd he get in? In-tru-da window? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461862926414584068-6697591683330574465?l=undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/feeds/6697591683330574465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461862926414584068&amp;postID=6697591683330574465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/6697591683330574465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/6697591683330574465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/2008/10/daves-not-here-man.html' title='Dave&apos;s not here man!'/><author><name>hip_bone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801948693603279535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SUWThZrFEAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fPuB49-byeg/S220/100_0155_00.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SQp_b93UskI/AAAAAAAAADM/gvC3J-mh4Hg/s72-c/doctor1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461862926414584068.post-885381017164993948</id><published>2008-10-16T00:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T01:01:06.441-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Purse'/><title type='text'>What's in my purse? Volume 1</title><content type='html'>Those of you who knew me in Highschool will no doubt remember I was constantly emptying my pockets of a lot of random things. I'm not sure why I collect things so much, I'm not really a pack rat -- but I always tend to carry a lot on my person. Since growing up I've moved onto having a purse to carry everything in. Which is better because I can A) carry more stuff and B)it doesn't look like I have weird protuberances growing out of my body. After taking the bus from Kingston to Hamilton after Thanksgiving I emptied out my purse -- this is what I found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyedrops (5 bottles all different kinds)&lt;br /&gt;1 bottle of Codeine&lt;br /&gt;1 Bottle of Tylenol with Codeine&lt;br /&gt;2 Pirate Style Eyepatches&lt;br /&gt;My Wallet (thats another entry itself!)&lt;br /&gt;My iPod&lt;br /&gt;Extra set of headphones&lt;br /&gt;Cell Phone&lt;br /&gt;A Book of Canadian Stamps&lt;br /&gt;2 American Stamps&lt;br /&gt;3 Pens (2 blue 1 red)&lt;br /&gt;1 Pencil&lt;br /&gt;Bus ticket stub (Kingston - Toronto)&lt;br /&gt;10 Ride Go Ticket (6 rides left)&lt;br /&gt;A Double Cheeseburger (which I forgot I had and promptly ate)&lt;br /&gt;A Bottle of orange juice&lt;br /&gt;a bottle of water&lt;br /&gt;2 Tubes of Chapstick (1 Chocolate Raspberry, 1 Raspberry)&lt;br /&gt;An Appointment card for the eye doctor&lt;br /&gt;A Business Card for Big B Comics in Hamilton&lt;br /&gt;A Roll of Scotch Tape (this surprised me)&lt;br /&gt;3 Safety Pins&lt;br /&gt;A Bottle of Hand Sanitizer&lt;br /&gt;The "Go" section of the Hamilton Spectator (which I found on the bus and meant to read, but never did).&lt;br /&gt;Stick of concealer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461862926414584068-885381017164993948?l=undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/feeds/885381017164993948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461862926414584068&amp;postID=885381017164993948' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/885381017164993948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/885381017164993948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/2008/10/whats-in-my-purse-volume-1.html' title='What&apos;s in my purse? Volume 1'/><author><name>hip_bone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801948693603279535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SUWThZrFEAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fPuB49-byeg/S220/100_0155_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3461862926414584068.post-3358302823135901405</id><published>2008-09-30T18:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T19:43:44.521-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dalek'/><title type='text'>Monocular Profiling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SOKypX3mUfI/AAAAAAAAACc/_ZOKH77t4qc/s1600-h/_cyclops.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SOKypX3mUfI/AAAAAAAAACc/_ZOKH77t4qc/s320/_cyclops.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251956539319013874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyclops, Pirates, Daleks --- all villains right? Sure you get the cool pirates like Jack Sparrow, or the nice cyclopses like Leela (of Futurama) or Mike (of Monsters Inc), but generally these groups are all considered pretty mean, brutal and well villainous. What if there was a cause for all this anger and brutality? I think there might be. Notice how these 3 groups are all occularly impaired? Having recent eye surgery myself I've come to understand how important having two eyes is. I've been bumping into things, I've been knocking stuff over,  dropping things -- not to mention the searing pain in my recovering eye. All and all its pretty exasperating! Have I been crankier lately? You bet! You can ask any of the people who still talk to me. I've been quick to anger, and have pretty much no patience. Maybe this is where a life of monocular vision leads you. Maybe pirates rob people because they got fired from knocking over the display case at the China Shop they worked at. Maybe the cyclops was sick of getting funny looks at the MTO so went to go live in a cave and eat anyone who dared cross his path. Maybe the Daleks aren't the most evil race in the universe after all, maybe they're just frustrated and tired of the strain of only seeing out of one eye(stalk). I say -- give these poor misunderstood creatures a break, sure they're angry, but close one of your eyes for a couple of days, and see how cheerful you are. Cut us some slack, and let us rob you, eat your children, or destroy your planet.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SOKzS6ZK7tI/AAAAAAAAACk/Vil9fT6TVNE/s1600-h/DalekMutant1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SOKzS6ZK7tI/AAAAAAAAACk/Vil9fT6TVNE/s320/DalekMutant1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251957252961267410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3461862926414584068-3358302823135901405?l=undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/feeds/3358302823135901405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3461862926414584068&amp;postID=3358302823135901405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/3358302823135901405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3461862926414584068/posts/default/3358302823135901405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://undefinedsuccess.blogspot.com/2008/09/monocular-profiling.html' title='Monocular Profiling'/><author><name>hip_bone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801948693603279535</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SUWThZrFEAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fPuB49-byeg/S220/100_0155_00.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wtxEQSD1_JE/SOKypX3mUfI/AAAAAAAAACc/_ZOKH77t4qc/s72-c/_cyclops.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
