<?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-7886220</id><updated>2012-01-07T08:59:54.869-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Honesty Room</title><subtitle type='html'>This is my answer to the gap between ideas and action - I will write it out.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kazul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590847511901091033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7886220.post-116196810057978804</id><published>2006-10-27T12:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T12:55:00.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuse Me.... Did I hear you right</title><content type='html'>I was talking to Amanda yesterday and I said something stupid.  No need to repeat it, lets just take it for what it was and say that it was stupid (Not as good as "I like pizza" or "I'm taller than you because I can see your forehead").  Well, she told me that there is a saying out there that goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3 R's of Education are Reading, Writing, and Arithmetic.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh?!  Umm... I might be a little tired (haven't gotten a lot of sleep in the past 2 weeks) but only one of those words start with an 'R'.  And these are the R's of EDUCATION?!  Of EDUCATION!!  I feel that we're putting a bit too much faith in our education system... and now we have truth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7886220-116196810057978804?l=kazul1201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/feeds/116196810057978804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7886220&amp;postID=116196810057978804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/116196810057978804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/116196810057978804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/2006/10/excuse-me-did-i-hear-you-right.html' title='Excuse Me.... Did I hear you right'/><author><name>Kazul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590847511901091033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7886220.post-112336394852559808</id><published>2005-08-06T17:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T17:32:28.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Silver-dollars</title><content type='html'>Today, pancakes made me happy.  I wasn't so thrilled with the fact that our griddle that we got from Walmart (which was awsome when we first got it) has turned to cra..... err... not as good.  But, we have other ways of cooking things; bizarre objects known to a select few only as "pans".  With these "pans", Alicia was able to make great silver-doller pancakes, which are my favorite.  It made me very happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7886220-112336394852559808?l=kazul1201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/feeds/112336394852559808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7886220&amp;postID=112336394852559808' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/112336394852559808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/112336394852559808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/2005/08/silver-dollars.html' title='Silver-dollars'/><author><name>Kazul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590847511901091033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7886220.post-112327017629932916</id><published>2005-08-05T15:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T15:29:36.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not another one!</title><content type='html'>Oh yes, here it goes.  Everyone stay in your seats, I'm still here posting.  What made me happy today, makes me (and everyone else I know) happy and makes the rest of their day happy.  Today, I slept in a little.  I know I know.  I stole your happiness post for the day, but there it is.  Recently, I have been "sleeping-in" for only till around 9 or 10 in the morning, which is late when you go to sleep around 3 or 4 in the morning.  Today, I slept in till 11:30.  I mean WOW!!  I feel like I can take on the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and I would, but I have to go take on work.  Only 3 more days left till I am no longer working in the café.  Monday... I'm moving to the bookfloor.  /cheer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7886220-112327017629932916?l=kazul1201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/feeds/112327017629932916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7886220&amp;postID=112327017629932916' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/112327017629932916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/112327017629932916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/2005/08/not-another-one.html' title='Not another one!'/><author><name>Kazul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590847511901091033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7886220.post-112318144575591333</id><published>2005-08-04T14:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T14:52:35.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And who are you... The Happiness Guru</title><content type='html'>Today's thing that makes me happy are great book dedications.  There aren't many that are great, but when you find one, it's usually something you remember.  The best dedication I think I've ever seen is not in a book, well, not a book as you would think though.  It's in the graphic novel &lt;i&gt;Kingdom Come&lt;/i&gt;.  It says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2309/508/1600/SReturns6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2309/508/320/SReturns6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dedicated to CHRISTOPHER REEVE&lt;br /&gt;who makes us believe&lt;br /&gt;a man can fly.&lt;/I&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;**This is not the same picture in the book, I couldn't find the same picture.  sorry.**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7886220-112318144575591333?l=kazul1201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/feeds/112318144575591333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7886220&amp;postID=112318144575591333' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/112318144575591333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/112318144575591333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/2005/08/and-who-are-you-happiness-guru.html' title='And who are you... The Happiness Guru'/><author><name>Kazul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590847511901091033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7886220.post-112313100187658457</id><published>2005-08-04T00:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T00:50:01.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness is a state of mind...</title><content type='html'>.... uum.... &lt;&lt;insert clever pun here&gt;&gt;  Okay.  I tried to make it witty and amusing, sort of a catcher to make you read on, but that didn't work out so good.  They can't all be gems I guess.  Anyhoot, I was reading my dad and "dad"'s website this evening and think that they have a very good challenge.  To name one thing that makes them happy every day.  I seem to be a few days too late to begin, but lets just catch up real quick then shall we:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;August 1&lt;/b&gt; - What made me happy this day was actually the lack of doing something.  Over the weekend, I had spent it moving houses.  Ouch.  It's nice when it's over, and today, it was basically over.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;August 2&lt;/b&gt; - Today, the game I usually play before I go to work was down for repairs (as it is every Tuesday), but it gave me time to look into an old game that I used to really like playing.  It's called &lt;i&gt;Escape Velocity: Nova&lt;/i&gt;.  Think of it as an old Asteroids game set to better graphics and on a much larger scale.  It was nice to play it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;August 3&lt;/b&gt; - As stated also by The Buzz, my lunch was spectacular.  I don't normally treat myself to lunch as it's just a pain to leave work, but today I did.  I got a Chicken Cheesesteak with a side of cheese fries.  It was perfect.  One of the best sandwiches I've had in a long time.  And you just can't go wrong with cheese fries... not really anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that catches me up so far for the month.  Lets see how long I can do this for.  One a day.  Right.  Determination!  Everyone brace yourselves, this might really hurt ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7886220-112313100187658457?l=kazul1201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/feeds/112313100187658457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7886220&amp;postID=112313100187658457' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/112313100187658457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/112313100187658457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/2005/08/happiness-is-state-of-mind.html' title='Happiness is a state of mind...'/><author><name>Kazul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590847511901091033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7886220.post-112273659716417875</id><published>2005-07-30T11:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T11:16:37.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Again...</title><content type='html'>Well, it's that time again.  Moving day.  Yippie.  This is going to be great.  Moving all the stuff we have from one place to another.  We'll get pizza, eat hotdogs, chips... it'll be like a little picnic with just the two of us.  Wait a sec.... It's not like a picnic.  It's not like a picnic at all now that I remember the last time we did this.  Oh Lord!  This is going to be bad.... and more importantly, not fun.  I guess it's what has got to be done.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today is the 30th.  So I send a shout-out Happy Birthday to my dad, the &lt;a href="http://buzzstuff.net"&gt;Buzz&lt;/a&gt;, and a 1 day late call-out for my step-mom, &lt;a href="http://empress.buzzstuff.net"&gt;Empress&lt;/a&gt;.  Happy BIrthday you two.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new place is very cool, although a lot smaller.  But it is still enough to have some company (Hint, Hint family and friends),  and hopefully there wont be any problems with trying to get internet tomorrow.  I have this paranoid feeling that there will be a problem with it.  We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, these boxes aren't going to move themselves I guess... no matter how hard I try and make them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7886220-112273659716417875?l=kazul1201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/feeds/112273659716417875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7886220&amp;postID=112273659716417875' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/112273659716417875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/112273659716417875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/2005/07/not-again.html' title='Not Again...'/><author><name>Kazul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590847511901091033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7886220.post-112226135915820618</id><published>2005-07-24T23:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T23:20:54.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The other things to do while not at work</title><content type='html'>This is a strange update for me.  In an attempt to not play video games as much, I decided to do something "more productive" with my time, or so I have been told since I was a little kid.  My dad ( &lt;A href="http://buzzstuff.net"&gt;The Buzz&lt;/a&gt; ) had grinded in my brain very usefull words that I think more should know.  He told me that &lt;i&gt;"... all smart people have one thing in common.  They read." &lt;/i&gt;  I believe this, as nothing I have every come across has not proven that to be 100% correct ( so... right on Tater! ).  He is also always interested in what book(s) I am currently reading, and his mother always made me read for 30 minutes a day growing up, so this sort of thing seem to be pushed into me as a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I decided that reading would be a good way to get away from the games as much, and in tune with the most horrible evening you could spend at a bookstore, let alone working at one for it, I decided to read &lt;i&gt;Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince&lt;/i&gt;.  I just finished it.  IT.. WAS... AMAZING...  There, I said it.  Therefore, stop reading this now, and go get the whole series.  You need to read them all, even if you've seen the movies.  Trust me, you'll love them all.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for now, I"m looking for a new book to read.  I like the fantasy/sci-fi sort of books, more fantasy than Sci-fi I think.  I also like books that have at least a few in the series so I can get in touch with characters and actually &lt;b&gt;care&lt;/b&gt; what happens to them.  Let me know if you have any ideas.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what books are you reading by any chance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Looking back at this post, I realize how bad my grammer was.  It's late though and it was a rough day.  Please excuse it and just focus on how great it is that I finally posted again.  The next one will be better. )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7886220-112226135915820618?l=kazul1201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/feeds/112226135915820618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7886220&amp;postID=112226135915820618' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/112226135915820618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/112226135915820618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/2005/07/other-things-to-do-while-not-at-work.html' title='The other things to do while not at work'/><author><name>Kazul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590847511901091033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7886220.post-112093416326726370</id><published>2005-07-08T14:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T14:36:28.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On this day...</title><content type='html'>Okay, so it's been a month since I've last posted.  So, in order to celebrate, I figured that I should post.  I was going to come up with something really cool to put here.  A whole bunch of "on this day in history....." something fun happened or something eventful.  After searching far and wide (at the History Channel website), I was able to find all of the really interesting facts that happened today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The Liberty Bell rang in Philadelphia and the D. of Independence was read to the public for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Angelica Huston was born in 1952.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW!  Wasn't that exciting.  I think so.  And now we can add that I posted on this day, which frankly, has &lt;i&gt;got&lt;/i&gt; to be a day in the history books.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7886220-112093416326726370?l=kazul1201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/feeds/112093416326726370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7886220&amp;postID=112093416326726370' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/112093416326726370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/112093416326726370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/2005/07/on-this-day.html' title='On this day...'/><author><name>Kazul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590847511901091033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7886220.post-111821454786666019</id><published>2005-06-08T02:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T03:09:07.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In Retrospect...</title><content type='html'>I like to play video games.  I do.  I admit it.  I don't really know why, but it is something that consumes my mind for a good portion of the day.  It's not the only think I think about, but, it's there, plugging away.  It's the battery bunny.  He just keeps going and going and going, and then collects mushrooms and saves the princess.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like many games.  I can be in the mood for just about anything at pretty much any time.  There are a lot that I don't like and don't find fun in.  What can I say, some games were just bad.  Part of being a gamer is being up on what is new and what is "hot" in the market.  All that said, I have a certain respect for the oldies.  That's right.  Deep down, I'm a retro gamer.  Just like you.  I mean, how good was Nintendo.  The Original.  The grey box that you had to blow on the games to get them to work.  The memories.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One game on the Nintendo system was the worst game ever made.  The game was called Marble Madness.  Perhaps some of you just cringed.  Yes, I feel your pain.  I have a theory for that game, and everyone I have ever talked to about it agrees with me.  They never actually finished the game.  You could get through lvl 1 without a problem.  Lvl 2 was a problem, but sometimes you could do it, and it took you to a "bonus stage".  This stage was the final part of the game.  I don't think they made anything after that.  They said it went up to 10, but I think that was more of a marketing ploy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's my rant and I'm sticking to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7886220-111821454786666019?l=kazul1201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/feeds/111821454786666019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7886220&amp;postID=111821454786666019' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/111821454786666019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/111821454786666019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/2005/06/in-retrospect.html' title='In Retrospect...'/><author><name>Kazul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590847511901091033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7886220.post-111804831167837616</id><published>2005-06-06T04:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T04:58:31.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally It's Over</title><content type='html'>About a week or so ago now, I decided that I needed to do more with my (limited) days off from work when I have it.  Something a little more fulfilling than walking, watching movies, and playing a video game.  That was pretty much how I spent my days off.  Now, I still do that, with one exception.  I play indoor soccer.  I always liked soccer, so why not get back into it?!  And Indoor at that.  Never played indoor before.  That could be fun.  Anyway, Thursday night's now, I play soccer from 9p till 11p.  Wait.  That's at night.  During a weekday.  What are  you crazy.  You'll never be able to get the same day off from work every week let alone a weekday.  Your mad I say.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be, but not for that reason.  But more for the reason that I thought I could go out on the field, after having not played for 8 years, and think that I could still do all the things I could do before.  haha.  I laugh at such silly thoughts now.  Now that the pain has left that is.  Wow.  Oh yeah, that's right.  The punchline you were all waiting for since I said indoor soccer.  Well, it hurt.  Tonight is actually the first it hasn't hurt since Thursday night, when I came home and basically collapsed on the floor in agony.  I had forgotten that I had those muscles.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my own defense, I did do very well against these people (many of who have played their whole lives, play on "professional" teams, and are very good.)  (Did I mention very good.  Okay, just checking).  That said, I played very well and scored 3 goals with 5 assists.  Not too shabby.  Anyway, go me on a new hobby, especially one that gets me out of the house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7886220-111804831167837616?l=kazul1201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/feeds/111804831167837616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7886220&amp;postID=111804831167837616' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/111804831167837616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/111804831167837616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/2005/06/finally-its-over.html' title='Finally It&apos;s Over'/><author><name>Kazul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590847511901091033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7886220.post-111747447938886847</id><published>2005-05-30T13:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T13:34:39.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Ties</title><content type='html'>Everyone in my family likes to play games.  Both sides.  Get everyone together on my mom's side of the fam, and break out the cards and domino's and we only stop to eat.  On my dad's side, horseshoes at every family event.  Sometimes things will thrown around between people until something almost breaks.  lol.  It's great.  I love it all.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we had a family picnic (with my dad's side), and low and behold, we played horseshoes.  Well, other people played horseshoes.  I played some other game that resembled horseshoes except you don't score any points.  While doing this, I realized something wonderful.  And it is wonderful.  I'm serious about that.  All members of my family seem to refuse to play a game that would require you to have to put down your beverage.  Think about it.  Cards.  Domino's.  Horseshoes.  You probably end up putting your drink down just because each of those games seems to take us about 4 hours to complete, and you would drink the whole can/glass/bottle by that time, but it is a choice you have to make.  You don't actually &lt;i&gt;have&lt;/i&gt; to put it down.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.  I love my family.  Saluté.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7886220-111747447938886847?l=kazul1201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/feeds/111747447938886847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7886220&amp;postID=111747447938886847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/111747447938886847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/111747447938886847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/2005/05/family-ties.html' title='Family Ties'/><author><name>Kazul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590847511901091033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7886220.post-111732480960126342</id><published>2005-05-28T19:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T20:00:09.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"I think I'll Pass.  Thank you though."</title><content type='html'>From time to time, Alicia and I have the day off together.  At that rare time, we try to invite someone over.  During this time, we attempt to cook something and show them our little home.  It's a nice time.  And all the times we've done this, people have always been nice and lied to our faces saying that they had a good time and that dinner was good.  Ya' know, like ya do.  This has to be a lie simply because, although our house is small and "lovely" (that's more of Alicia's doing), dinner could not have been that good.  I know this because we try to cook dinner most nights as McDonald's and Pizza Hut isn't very good for you.   Every time we try and cook something, something happens.  Something is under-cooked, something is missing, something is burning; you know the usual stuff.  We're working on it, but it's a process.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next time we invite someone over, you might want to check that date twice before you accept.  You never know, you could be next.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider yourselves warned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7886220-111732480960126342?l=kazul1201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/feeds/111732480960126342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7886220&amp;postID=111732480960126342' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/111732480960126342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/111732480960126342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-think-ill-pass-thank-you-though.html' title='&lt;i&gt;&quot;I think I&apos;ll Pass.  Thank you though.&quot;&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>Kazul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590847511901091033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7886220.post-111621050220122462</id><published>2005-05-15T22:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T22:28:22.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't be that person</title><content type='html'>I work in retail.  That much I think can be gathered from the past posts, but if not, I do.  From time to time, I work on the register.  I try to stay away from it, but sometimes, I just get stuck doing it.  Retail isn't the greatest place in the world to work.  People become customers.  They aren't people any more.  I am this way to, and I admit to that fully.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, people become customers.  They lose that part of the brain that is filled with reason and common sense and it is replaced with, I think, not quite sure, but I think it's Jell-O Pudding.  Vanilla flavor from the smell of it.  Anyway, long story short, when you work retail, people do stupid things that make your life much more difficult.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a long list of things that people do to make my life miserable at work, but at the top of the list happens when I am on register.  You've been in the situation before.  Your the next person in line.  The person in front of you has a relatively easy amount to pay, and you see they have the cash easy enough.  Then they hand you the cash part and look for the change.  Up till then, it's all good.  It's easy.  I don't even care that they want to hand me more exact change as I know I don't like change, why would anyone else.  Here is when the bad part happens.  They start to give you quarters.  What do they do?  They flip over each quarter before giving it to you to make sure it isn't a state quarter.  If it is, they'll keep it.  Doesn't matter if they aren't even collecting them.  They will keep it anyway.  Then they will rummage through their purse or pockets to find whatever loose change they might possibly have other places so that they don't get rid of state quarters.  As if they were hard to find.  All this takes abour 5 minutes to do, which is silly as it could have taken 2 minutes if you would have just given me one of the 18 Texas quarters you had.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just got off work and happy to not be there anymore.  Thought I'd let people know about that one little thing to make others life a little easier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7886220-111621050220122462?l=kazul1201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/feeds/111621050220122462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7886220&amp;postID=111621050220122462' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/111621050220122462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/111621050220122462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/2005/05/dont-be-that-person.html' title='Don&apos;t be that person'/><author><name>Kazul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590847511901091033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7886220.post-111583899332850143</id><published>2005-05-11T15:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T15:17:42.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it safe yet?</title><content type='html'>Okay, the weather has been for the most part, extraordinarily nice.  And it has been for a long time.  Almost... Summer-like.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Looks around**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still nice right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have wanting to post that for almost a week now, but felt that if I did, I would obviously ruin it for the rest of the North-Eastern part of the country with a jinx.  Today, I went out for a walk when I woke up.  I wasn't going to because the weather report said that it might rain (note: not a cloud in the sky.  Liars!).  While I was out, I noticed that it was nice.  I noticed all the birds.  I noticed all the bugs.  Wasn't wild about that last one.  Noticed the green grass and the blossoms on the trees.  It was beautiful.  It had been beautiful.  I posted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS JUST IN:  It's beautiful outside.  Stop reading this and go for a walk. Enjoy a drink on the deck.  Have one for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7886220-111583899332850143?l=kazul1201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/feeds/111583899332850143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7886220&amp;postID=111583899332850143' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/111583899332850143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/111583899332850143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/2005/05/is-it-safe-yet.html' title='Is it safe yet?'/><author><name>Kazul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590847511901091033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7886220.post-111457554015080161</id><published>2005-04-27T00:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T00:19:00.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'>May The Truth Be Heard</title><content type='html'>At work today, Pete and I had a little debate on if holding back a sneeze is a health concern.  Now I mean, not when you sneeze and hold it back and make this sort of Minnie Mouse kind of sound, because I would think holding back something that has built up speed over the course of a foot in your body and comes out of a 3 foot hole in your head at 900 miles an hour.  I mean, you feel your going to sneeze, but stop yourself short.  We came to the conclusion that holding it back, in any form, must be bad for you health.  ((If we're wrong, please, let me know))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then we started wondering about Hiccups.  People get hiccups, then they hold their breath.  Is that bad for you?  Stopping something that your body obviously needs to do?  Well, many more questions followed, and ironically, we couldn't find a book on the topic (we work in a book store).  Well, I know that if I sent this question into the wild abyss without some sort of answer, family members and friends would get mad at me, so here is what I found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiccups are sudden, involuntary contractions of the diaphragm muscle. As the muscle contracts repeatedly, the opening between your vocal cords snaps shut to check the inflow of air and makes the hiccup sound. Irritation of the nerves that extend from the neck to the chest can cause hiccups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although associated with a variety of ailments (some can be serious such as pneumonia or when harmful substances build up in the blood for example from kidney failure), hiccups are not serious and have no clear reason for occurring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7886220-111457554015080161?l=kazul1201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/feeds/111457554015080161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7886220&amp;postID=111457554015080161' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/111457554015080161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/111457554015080161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/2005/04/may-truth-be-heard.html' title='May The Truth Be Heard'/><author><name>Kazul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590847511901091033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7886220.post-111385079468336617</id><published>2005-04-18T14:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T14:59:54.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Stuff Dreams Are Made Of</title><content type='html'>I do not remember my dreams.  I don't know why.  Alicia can wake up and tell me a whole bunch of dreams that she just had, and she'll remember them too.  Days later.  It's strange to me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I say that I don't remember my dreams, which isn't entirely true.  I remember some of them, and I mean only a few.  Maybe like twice a year I'll remember part of a dream.  Which doesn't really mean much anyway, as I don't remember it much past a few hours.  I don't know if it has something to do with memory, or... I don't know... blood pressure maybe.  It's a skill I don't have.  Not really sure I want it, but there it is anyway.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you that story to tell you this one.  Last night I had a dream that I remember, part of it anyway.  It had something to do with this strange gerbil/prairie dog thing that could run on walls and jump across rooms and stuff.  It was strange.  The other part was that I remember it being strange that this creature even existed, but it had nothing to do with anything in my dream!  It was just there.  Running on walls and jumping.  Deffinatly strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'm going to find that translation in a dream dictionary.  I wouldn't even know what to look under for that.  Flying?  Animals?  It's just strange.  Thought I'd share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7886220-111385079468336617?l=kazul1201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/feeds/111385079468336617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7886220&amp;postID=111385079468336617' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/111385079468336617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/111385079468336617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/2005/04/stuff-dreams-are-made-of.html' title='The Stuff Dreams Are Made Of'/><author><name>Kazul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590847511901091033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7886220.post-111362478746553771</id><published>2005-04-16T00:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T00:13:58.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Different View of Our World</title><content type='html'>Here is something to just shake things up a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ The "sixth sick sheik's sixth sheep's sick" is said to be the toughest tongue twister in the English language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ The common goldfish is the only animal that can see both infra-red and ultra-violet light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Tennessee is bordered by more states than any other. The eight states are Kentucky, Missouri, Arkansas, Mississippi, Alabama, Georgia, North Carolina and Virginia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Most Americans' car horns beep in the key of F.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Dracula is the most filmed story of all time, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde is second and Oliver Twist is third.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Since 1896, the beginning of the modern Olympics, only Greece and Australia have participated in every Games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Montpelier, Vermont is the only U.S. state capital without a McDonalds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ At latitude 60 degrees south you can sail all the way around the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ The correct response to the Irish greeting, "Top of the morning to you," is "and the rest of the day to yourself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ In Disney's "Fantasia", the Sorcerer's name is "Yensid" (Disney backwards.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Ohio is listed as the 17th state in the U.S., but technically it is number 47. Until August 7, 1953, Congress forgot to vote on a resolution to admit Ohio to the Union.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ A byte, in computer terms, means 8 bits. A nibble is half that: 4 bits. (Two nibbles make a byte!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7886220-111362478746553771?l=kazul1201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/feeds/111362478746553771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7886220&amp;postID=111362478746553771' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/111362478746553771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/111362478746553771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/2005/04/different-view-of-our-world.html' title='A Different View of Our World'/><author><name>Kazul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590847511901091033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7886220.post-111323833714109661</id><published>2005-04-11T12:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T12:52:17.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Show That Just Wont End</title><content type='html'>Certain shows you want to just never end.  You want to continue to grow up with these people as sort of an extension to your own family.  Step-by-Step and Family Matters are the functional family that was just like yours, only more funny for 30 min a week.  And then there were gems, like The Simpsons and Friends.  Between the two of them, you could sit in your room and feel like you've met with all your family, and socialized with all your long lost buddies.  It's a wonderful thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some shows you think, "How on earth is this still on."  After more than a decade, certain shows (you know, the ones that are the punchlines of a joke) just seem to not realize that maybe when it gets bad and nobody watches you anymore, that you should just quit while your ahead.  One such show would be America's Funniest Home Video.  Yes, it is still on.  Don't ask me when, I couldn't bring myself to look it up.  They've gone though 400 hosts, give or take a few and they just wont stop.  What would it take.  The promised america the funniest home video and they wont stop until they reach that goal.  Until they have america rolling in their seats.  Something so funny, that by watching it might actually cause physical harm to a viewer.  And if that's the case and my life is in danger of watching such video, maybe I'll pass on that.  I'll just go and get the Friends: Second Season on DVD instead.  Funny, but wont actually harm me in any way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7886220-111323833714109661?l=kazul1201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/feeds/111323833714109661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7886220&amp;postID=111323833714109661' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/111323833714109661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/111323833714109661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/2005/04/show-that-just-wont-end.html' title='The Show That Just Wont End'/><author><name>Kazul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590847511901091033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7886220.post-111282385825034454</id><published>2005-04-06T17:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T17:44:18.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A Trust Thing</title><content type='html'>In our society, I think sometimes we are a little to trusting.  Not many examples pop into my head to support that, but at least one does... so I guess that obviously means that it's correct for all circumstances.  Err... maybe not.  Whatev.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that I think that we are a bit too trusting in is with hair stylists.  I went and got my hairs cut today, and it dawned on me that those are razor sharp edges that's she's basically threatening my life with every times she makes one of her passes.  All between me and certain death is about a 20 degree up-angle.  A simple pull of her shoulder and I could not be writing this now.  It's scary.  I'm not sure what kind of training hair stylists have to go though to get such a position, but I think it needs to require a course in emergency medic treatments in case they sneeze.  It's the least they could do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7886220-111282385825034454?l=kazul1201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/feeds/111282385825034454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7886220&amp;postID=111282385825034454' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/111282385825034454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/111282385825034454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/2005/04/its-trust-thing.html' title='It&apos;s A Trust Thing'/><author><name>Kazul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590847511901091033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7886220.post-111272387625131324</id><published>2005-04-05T13:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T13:57:56.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the Buzz Show</title><content type='html'>Okay, it's not so much a show as just my blog-page, but we can pretend for a while.  All the flashing lights, cardboard looking cutouts for podiums, more flashing lights, NO WAMMY, NO WAMMY, NO WAMMY, STOP!.  Umm... yeah, anyways.  I was searching last night at a baby names page (don't look at me like that, it's a good place to come up with new names for video game characters!!), and I was looking at Celtic/Gaelic names, and guess what I come across.  Buzz.  Then I find out that my dear ol' dad is back in the hood.  What an interesting series of events that was.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gender: Male&lt;br /&gt;Origin: Celtic/Gaelic&lt;br /&gt;Meaning: Village in the Woods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another side note is that people vote on the names on this site rating it on a scale of 1 to 5 on how much they like it.  Buzz got a 1.6.  Sorry dad, I like it at least.  I voted for a 5, as sort of a tilt vote.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7886220-111272387625131324?l=kazul1201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/feeds/111272387625131324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7886220&amp;postID=111272387625131324' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/111272387625131324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/111272387625131324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/2005/04/welcome-to-buzz-show.html' title='Welcome to the Buzz Show'/><author><name>Kazul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590847511901091033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7886220.post-111197723216551705</id><published>2005-03-27T21:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T21:33:52.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and My Crazy Get-Rich-Quick Schemes</title><content type='html'>Someday's I have really good ideas.  Not every day, and some would say that even on my best day's there is some room for improvement.  Well, today, I had a doozy.  I think it would be great if we could shrink large animals and keep them as pets.  Pets like Bison maybe.  Or an elephant.  Wouldn't that be fun.  A little elephant running around, playing with the kitties.  I think it would be.  Maybe a blue whale to put in my fish-tank.  It would help the population of engangered species maybe even, and what could go wrong with that.  Have 2.5 children, two cats, a dog and a 1-foot panda.  Oh, and a white picket fence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7886220-111197723216551705?l=kazul1201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/feeds/111197723216551705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7886220&amp;postID=111197723216551705' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/111197723216551705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/111197723216551705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/2005/03/me-and-my-crazy-get-rich-quick-schemes.html' title='Me and My Crazy Get-Rich-Quick Schemes'/><author><name>Kazul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590847511901091033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7886220.post-111153975289164489</id><published>2005-03-22T19:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T20:02:32.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Wonderful, Magical Creature</title><content type='html'>India has it correct I think.  Cows are great.  Yeah, yeah, they give delicious meat and steak and they go great with A-1... I'm talking before that.  They give milk, butter, and cheese.  Uumm... HELLO!!!  Butter and cheese go great with just about EVERYTHING!  Butter is maybe the best food, nay - single greatest discovery of this planet, ever.  It makes everything better, possibly making even butter better!  Cheese is great to.  Now that's the greatest creation since, well, butter.  If it was more socially acceptable (and wouldn't kill me), I think butter dipped in cheese would be the best thing in the world.  Don't go ewww.... you thought it for a second too.  That said, it's time to go make dinner... I wonder what I should have...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7886220-111153975289164489?l=kazul1201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/feeds/111153975289164489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7886220&amp;postID=111153975289164489' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/111153975289164489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/111153975289164489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/2005/03/this-wonderful-magical-creature.html' title='This Wonderful, Magical Creature'/><author><name>Kazul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590847511901091033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7886220.post-111130125919981975</id><published>2005-03-20T01:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T01:47:39.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday... err.. Sunday's trivia</title><content type='html'>Yes, I know that it's Sunday, but yesterday was really busy.  I was looking for a while for some great stuff and interesting trivia.  I found this stuff instead:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;There are more than 45 types of apples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;The Monty Python theme song is actually Leichte Kavallerie (Light Cavalry), an operetta Overture composed by Franz von Suppe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;The shortest war in history was between Zanzibar and Great Britain in 1896.  Zanzibar surrendered after 38 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;In 1994 Los Angeles police arrested a man for dressing as the Grim Reaper - complete with scythe - and standing outside the windows of old people's homes, staring in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;The only 15 letter word  that can be spelled without repeating a letter is  uncopyrightable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;The "save" icon on Microsoft Word shows a floppy disk, with the shutter on backwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;In every episode of Seinfeld there is a Superman somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Mel Blanc (the voice of Bugs Bunny) was allergic to carrots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;No word in the English language rhymes with month, orange, silver and purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;101 Dalmatians and Peter Pan (Wendy) are the only two Disney cartoon features with both parents that are present and don't die throughout the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Studies show that if a cat  falls off the seventh floor of a building it has  about thirty percent less chance of surviving  than a cat that falls off the twentieth floor. It  supposedly takes about eight floors for the cat  to realise what is occurring, relax and correct  itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;When opossums are playing  'possum, they are not "playing." They  actually pass out from sheer terror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Non-dairy creamer is flammable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;All porcupines float in water.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7886220-111130125919981975?l=kazul1201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/feeds/111130125919981975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7886220&amp;postID=111130125919981975' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/111130125919981975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/111130125919981975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/2005/03/saturday-err-sundays-trivia.html' title='Saturday... err.. Sunday&apos;s trivia'/><author><name>Kazul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590847511901091033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7886220.post-111130040335537730</id><published>2005-03-20T01:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T01:33:23.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, Now I'm a little upset</title><content type='html'>For the past couple of weeks, I have felt that I need to post more often.  I do enjoy doing it, but get tied up by things happening in my life.  So, this past week I have posted a few times (3 to be exact).  But alas.  Do you see them?  I don't!  Therefore things such as why my water bottle says that expires in 2007AD (yeah, AD was mentioned in case that was going to change soon) to me yelling at work related things (I will not subject you to what those were though).  Well, here's hoping this message even makes it, and finds you all well.  I'm going to go and curse at blogger now, and I don't think people should be allowed to hear this; Children might be nearby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7886220-111130040335537730?l=kazul1201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/feeds/111130040335537730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7886220&amp;postID=111130040335537730' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/111130040335537730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/111130040335537730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/2005/03/okay-now-im-little-upset.html' title='Okay, Now I&apos;m a little upset'/><author><name>Kazul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590847511901091033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7886220.post-111064223376540772</id><published>2005-03-12T10:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T10:43:53.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It Just Keeps Coming</title><content type='html'>It's Saturday, and although last Saturday was the last time I posted, I just keep being overwhelmed on how much trivia is out there.  No wonder Jeopardy and Win Ben Stein's Money had so much material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; The tip of a 1/3-inch long hour hand on a wristwatch travels at 0.00000275 miles per hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; A man's beard contains between 7,000 and 15,000 hairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; The number of cars on the planet is increasing 3 times faster than the population growth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; About 17% of humans are left-handed. The same is true of chimpanzees and gorillas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Banging your head against a wall uses 150 calories an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; No president of the United States was an only child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; $26 billion in ransom has been paid out in the U.S. in the past 20 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; You use more calories eating celery than there are in the celery itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Termites eat through wood 2 times faster when listening to rock music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; 13 people are killed each year by vending machine's falling on them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7886220-111064223376540772?l=kazul1201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/feeds/111064223376540772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7886220&amp;postID=111064223376540772' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/111064223376540772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/111064223376540772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/2005/03/it-just-keeps-coming.html' title='It Just Keeps Coming'/><author><name>Kazul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590847511901091033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7886220.post-111005611688286580</id><published>2005-03-05T15:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T15:55:16.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's only Trivial</title><content type='html'>Buzzstuff.net had something that I looked forward to every week.  I liked looking at unusual trivia and really enjoyed reading a useless fact that I actually knew.  That was nice.  So, I would like to take the baton and give you some trivia that I have found.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; At -40 degrees Centigrade/Fahrenheit, a person loses about 14.4 calories per hour by breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; In 1933, Mickey Mouse, an animated cartoon character, received 800,000 fan letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; There are only four words in the English language that end in "-dous": tremendous, horrendous, stupendous, and hazardous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Less than 3% of Nestle's sales are for chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; The average person will spend 2 weeks over their lifetime waiting for the traffic light to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; More than 2,500 left handed people are killed every year from using right handed products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Feb 1865 and Feb 1999 are the only months in recorded history not to have a full moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; More people are killed by donkeys annually than are killed in plane crashes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Only 1 person in 2 billion will live to be 116 or older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; It is estimated that at any one time, 0.7% of the world's population are drunk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7886220-111005611688286580?l=kazul1201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/feeds/111005611688286580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7886220&amp;postID=111005611688286580' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/111005611688286580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/111005611688286580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/2005/03/its-only-trivial.html' title='It&apos;s only Trivial'/><author><name>Kazul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590847511901091033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7886220.post-110996699968276286</id><published>2005-03-04T13:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T15:09:59.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Five Friday</title><content type='html'>It begins here.  Top Five Fridays.  I guess a good place to start would be movies (In my opinion, possibly the hardest for me to answer)... so, in no particular order...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;b&gt;The Hunt for Red October&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean Connery, can you really go wrong?!  I think not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;b&gt;The Usual Suspects&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Kaiser Soze.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;b&gt;The Fifth Element&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, I was one of 30 people to have seen this in the theater, and I'm glad I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;b&gt;The Shawshank Redemption&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the best movies ever, by most people's standards as well.  If you haven't seen this one, you need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;b&gt;Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Film meets art in the best way I've ever seen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7886220-110996699968276286?l=kazul1201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/feeds/110996699968276286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7886220&amp;postID=110996699968276286' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/110996699968276286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/110996699968276286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/2005/03/top-five-friday.html' title='Top Five Friday'/><author><name>Kazul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590847511901091033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7886220.post-110956368066893205</id><published>2005-02-27T22:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T23:08:00.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Bunion</title><content type='html'>At work, we have a mock newspaper that finds it ways to the employees every couple of months or so, and I decided to add my two cents into writing an article for it.  It's not quite &lt;i&gt;The Onion&lt;/i&gt;, but it's not a bad stepping stone I guess.  Without further adu, my first published work of art (sorta!?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Local area worker behind Jen/Brad breakup&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Spencer McTracy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes relation+ships just simply don’t last the strain of time.  Many factors can be catalysts for a breakup to occur.  Money Problems, Lying/Cheating, Chris Hillyer.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes that’s right.  Local Barnes and Noble employee and video game enthusiast may be the deciding factor for the biggest break-up in recent Hollywood history.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In national media news cover over the past few months, tabloids have been promoting the idea of a breakup or separation of one of Hollywood’s most beloved couples, Jennifer Aniston and Brad Pitt.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The couple married in 2000 after meeting on a dinner date in 1998 that was set up by mutual friends.  So what could have caused such a drastic turn of events in the seemingly wonderful and joyous marriage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris Hillyer.  A 23-year-old that is new to the Lancaster area in Southeastern Pennsylvania has been following Jen’s career since her early days in Friends, a show that he watched religiously according to family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Chris watched that show all the time, whenever it was on, almost like it was a religion,” says Chris’ father David.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris began writing Jennifer letters after a mutual meeting at a gas station in Philadelphia one night.  A budding friendship was created and the two have been in contact with each other at least once a week since, close friends say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“They have a great friendship and a lot of personal interests.  They just like to talk about whatever,’ mentions Percy Cook, a long-time acquaintance of the two.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the separation last month, the two have been in constant contact through phone and emails, of which both appear to be anxious to receive on a daily basis, speculate neighbors.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One email found addressed to Jennifer read as if the two were a bit more than friends.  “… we can dance the night away again.…  I’ll always be here when you need me… was remembering that walk we took together…” was some of the language found in the letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When asked about their relationship, the two deny the affair and reserve the statement that they have not met and do not know each other on a personal basis.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********* &lt;br /&gt;The really sad part is that someone that I work with actually thought we had met at a gas station and that we knew each other on a personal level.  Yeah.... I wish!  We could hang out, go hang out at the mall and Hollywood Blvd, she could even pay my dad's, the late &lt;a href="http://www.buzzstuff.net/"&gt;Buzz&lt;/a&gt;'s morgage.  You never know.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;currently listening to: Invisible Pedestrian - Bent&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7886220-110956368066893205?l=kazul1201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/feeds/110956368066893205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7886220&amp;postID=110956368066893205' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/110956368066893205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/110956368066893205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-first-bunion.html' title='My First Bunion'/><author><name>Kazul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590847511901091033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7886220.post-110900903852591338</id><published>2005-02-21T12:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T13:04:57.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oscar Meyer has a way...</title><content type='html'>... with destroying the quality of meat products in this country.  The other day, when I was at the grocery store (yeah, we wont relive that one), I was at the meat counter getting cheese and I saw some great looking bologna.  So I got some, picked up some "fresh bread", came home and made a sandwich.  While eating my very lovely and delicious sandwich, Pete asked me what I was eating.  In a very &lt;i&gt;blah&lt;/i&gt; kind of way, I said I bologna sandwich.  Then I thought ... "Hey fool, what the heck are you saying.  This is a great sandwich.  Why did you say it that way?!"  I came to the realization that it was because of Oscar Meyer.  Not only are they inventing meats now, but they are making legitimate meats seem &lt;i&gt;blah&lt;/i&gt;.  Bologna is a great meat.  I think Oscar Meyer should be ashamed of themselves.  &lt;shakes head&gt; Simply ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;currently playing: F.E.A.R. - Ian Brown&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7886220-110900903852591338?l=kazul1201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/feeds/110900903852591338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7886220&amp;postID=110900903852591338' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/110900903852591338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/110900903852591338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/2005/02/oscar-meyer-has-way.html' title='Oscar Meyer has a way...'/><author><name>Kazul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590847511901091033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7886220.post-110877878067048982</id><published>2005-02-18T20:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T21:06:20.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Store and The Insanity</title><content type='html'>Today, something bad happened.  I went to the grocery store.  Now I know to some, that's the bad part as I went with a list of 6 things and came home with.. well, it was more than 6 I can tell you that, but that wasn't the bad part.  The bad part was that I was &lt;i&gt;that guy&lt;/i&gt;.  I was &lt;i&gt;that guy&lt;/i&gt; that went in with a list of things to get and followed it up by being &lt;i&gt;that guy&lt;/I&gt; that wandered up and down isles just sort of well... without a clue in the world, ya know, like ya do.  I was finding things I've never seen before; Noticing that goldfish and Oreo’s now come in hundreds of flavors and continuing wondering why I still couldn't find a block of parmesan cheese.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Yes, I know I can get it shredded, but I just want a block of it sir," the growing-insane man said to the clerk while trying not to hit him over the head with Easy Cheese&lt;/i&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even checked the nutritional value of hotdog buns.  (Note: I also did the same with raspberry Danish but I feel less bad about that as Danish isn't exactly good for you to begin with).  Needless to say, that was enough for me to deal with while I'm on vacation this week.  I think it's naptime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;currently playing: Mrs. Potter's Lullaby - Counting Crows&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7886220-110877878067048982?l=kazul1201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/feeds/110877878067048982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7886220&amp;postID=110877878067048982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/110877878067048982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/110877878067048982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/2005/02/store-and-insanity.html' title='The Store and The Insanity'/><author><name>Kazul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590847511901091033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7886220.post-110870153474503847</id><published>2005-02-17T23:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T23:38:54.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bond 21</title><content type='html'>Bond has out 20 movies so far.  First off.... WOW!  And with the rumors of the new bond movie playing whisper down the lane in Hollywood, I think it's time for a little equality.  There is no way to really say this other than to simply come out with it (and please hear my out), but I think I'd make a good Bond girl.  Now I realize that the.. well, err.. plumbing is a little different and I don't exactly have the softest of voices, but I think with a little digital imagery and sound work, I really think I could do it.  It would be great.  Exclusive parties, get to meet either Bronson or Hugh Jackman (presumed to be the next Bond), hang with my predecessors... we could have Member's Only jackets, it'd be great.  I would just have to make sure that filming didn't get in the way too much.  Maybe I should write the Bond Society to see what kind of strings I would need to pull to make this happen.  Don't worry, I wont forget you all when I'm famous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7886220-110870153474503847?l=kazul1201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/feeds/110870153474503847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7886220&amp;postID=110870153474503847' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/110870153474503847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/110870153474503847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/2005/02/bond-21.html' title='Bond 21'/><author><name>Kazul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590847511901091033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7886220.post-110839642738278544</id><published>2005-02-14T10:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T10:53:47.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody Gets Their News From Somewhere</title><content type='html'>Some people get their news from &lt;i&gt;CNN&lt;/i&gt; and others get it from &lt;i&gt;MSNBC&lt;/i&gt;.  Some people even go as far as getting it from &lt;i&gt;The Daily Show with John Stewart&lt;/i&gt;.  Great show by the way!  I like to get my news from The Onion.  A great newspaper that is has decided that fact is just getting in the way of the things that really matter.  In the course of reading my paper the other day, I came across something that I thought was a very good poll.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most Popular Reissued Board Games:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11% - Clue: Special Victems Unit&lt;br /&gt;23% - Monosyblabic Scrabble&lt;br /&gt;12% - GED Pursuit&lt;br /&gt;22% - Not Sorry&lt;br /&gt;18% - New Mexico Institue of Mining and Technology-opoly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please read the current issue out to promote key strategies on topics such as &lt;i&gt;174 million hours of leisure time wasted to work&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Hi-C and Kool-Aid team up to take down Tang&lt;/i&gt;.  Enjoy and keep reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7886220-110839642738278544?l=kazul1201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/feeds/110839642738278544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7886220&amp;postID=110839642738278544' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/110839642738278544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/110839642738278544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/2005/02/everybody-gets-their-news-from.html' title='Everybody Gets Their News From Somewhere'/><author><name>Kazul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590847511901091033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7886220.post-110762866138531629</id><published>2005-02-05T13:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T13:37:41.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I Feel the Disgrace</title><content type='html'>"There's nothing ever good on TV anymore" says a local friend/family memeber/local joe you've never seen before that has 9,000,000 channels.  You've all heard it before and know exactly what I'm talking about.  People search the channels on the TV and can't find a single thing to be able to hold their attention for 26 minutes.  I always thought that they were just crazy, and that there is &lt;i&gt;always&lt;/i&gt; something that you can watch on.  Be it Tennis or Golf or the Weather Channel... there is just always something on that people can watch.  It may not be exactly what you want, but something is &lt;i&gt;still&lt;/i&gt; there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, I'm trying to keep on open-mind to these people and try to figure it out.  Two days ago I was watching tv and there wasn't really anything I wanted to watch.  There was a Bond movie on which would have been okay by me and throw in some Star Trek: The Next Generation reruns and I'm just fine with choices.  But then I saw it.  One of my favorite since lost and long forgotten show, Ed.  What a great show.  It's not offensive.  Nobody's rude.  It's silly humor that makes you comfortable and had good plot.  Ummm... hello!!  This should be the measure of all shows from now on.  I think if more directors/producers tried to go for this sort of feel from thier shows, we would watch it more.  So take a moment the next time that your watching nothing on tv and remember those good shows that were quality, even if they were canceled before their prime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Ed, &lt;br /&gt;I salute you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7886220-110762866138531629?l=kazul1201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/feeds/110762866138531629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7886220&amp;postID=110762866138531629' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/110762866138531629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/110762866138531629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/2005/02/now-i-feel-disgrace.html' title='Now I Feel the Disgrace'/><author><name>Kazul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590847511901091033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7886220.post-110735726587903053</id><published>2005-02-02T10:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T10:14:25.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Stuff Insanity Is Made Of</title><content type='html'>The little musical voices in my head are at it again.  And from time to time it may even be a good thing.  All alone, cooking something, and Billy Joel's &lt;i&gt;Piano Man&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;Private Eyes&lt;/i&gt; from Hall and Oats just starts going on repeat in your head to keep you company.  That's all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past 4 days now, I've had a similar experience to this.  Unfortunatly, not with any of these songs, or any similar that most any "normal" person would start to mumble/sing under their breath, someone would hear, and possibly start singing too (at which point will be in their head also, and part of you deep down inside will feel a sigh of happiness that your not the only one).  I on the other hand have a couple of songs - Nay, an album, stuck in my head, and on repeat.  This would of course, be the Lion King Soundtrack.  Nothing like making drinks and helping customers and having African tribal chants running though your head.  Good times.  Okay, I'm going to make breakfast now to the lovely company of one Sir Elton John.  Lucky Me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7886220-110735726587903053?l=kazul1201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/feeds/110735726587903053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7886220&amp;postID=110735726587903053' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/110735726587903053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/110735726587903053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/2005/02/stuff-insanity-is-made-of.html' title='The Stuff Insanity Is Made Of'/><author><name>Kazul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590847511901091033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7886220.post-110683422080852928</id><published>2005-01-27T08:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T08:57:00.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And The Results Are In</title><content type='html'>Burger King now has breakfast sandwiches.  Not nearly as good as Micky-D's, but they're fine.  Today, I decided to try them out.  I got the two basic breakfast sandwiches to see how they compared.  Without further adu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET THE BATTLE BEGIN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ready for the answer now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both kinda stunk it up.  They were fine, but for the 1,000,000,000 calories that are in them, I'd rather have something else.  So for the answer, your best bet is still to go to the grocery store and get Toaster Strudles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, a little bit of a let down wasn't it.  Don't worry, I was for me too.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7886220-110683422080852928?l=kazul1201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/feeds/110683422080852928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7886220&amp;postID=110683422080852928' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/110683422080852928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/110683422080852928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/2005/01/and-results-are-in.html' title='And The Results Are In'/><author><name>Kazul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590847511901091033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7886220.post-110628884038454481</id><published>2005-01-21T00:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T01:27:20.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Political Post</title><content type='html'>I tried to stay away from political statements or opinions on this site.  So far, I was good.  Today, I came to a conclusion on my way home from work with Pete.  This form of government just doesn't seem to be working for the majority of Americans in this day and age.  I'm sure the founding fathers had good intentions when it came to this &lt;i&gt;"bold new world"&lt;/i&gt;, but I, on this day and at this place, would like to institute a new deal.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Elections are held on Sunday, just like the Emmy's and the Golden Globes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-We keep the three branches of government with checks and balances but change the names to rock, paper, and scissors.  The Rock branch is the Executive branch, Paper is the Judicial Branch, and Scissors is the Legislative Branch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The Rock branch still has elections.  Elections are held with a duel at high noon in either El Dorado or Seattle with live ammo.  Seattle usually gets rain delay though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The Paper branch wear bathing suits under their robes.  The chief justice chooses a number between 1 and 100.  13 other judges choose numbers and if more are under the chief justice's number, then the person is innocent.  If more are over, than the person is forced to work at a Papa John's that is open 24 hours a day and is located near college campuses.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The Scissors branch meets 3 times a year, with are determined month and date by using 12 and 20 sided dice.  During these meetings, mass games of Thumbs-up 7-up are played.  These are televised on Thursday nights on Bravo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think these could work.  Can't think of a name though for it.  Let me know any ideas you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7886220-110628884038454481?l=kazul1201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/feeds/110628884038454481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7886220&amp;postID=110628884038454481' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/110628884038454481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/110628884038454481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/2005/01/political-post.html' title='A Political Post'/><author><name>Kazul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590847511901091033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7886220.post-110615801013365866</id><published>2005-01-19T15:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T13:06:50.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow, Or Just Really Cold Rain</title><content type='html'>It's Wednesday afternoon.  It's snowing.  Snow is fun.  I checked West Chester University's website to see if classes were canceled.  Then Alicia called her mom to gloat that we had snow and to see if they didn't.  THEY DIDN'T!!  I checked the weather site and it seems like Lancaster is the only place in PA that is currently having snow.  What the heck.  On top of that, we have like 3 inches right now.  Even though it said we were going to only have 2 inches, it's cool.  I still like it.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7886220-110615801013365866?l=kazul1201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/feeds/110615801013365866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7886220&amp;postID=110615801013365866' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/110615801013365866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/110615801013365866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/2005/01/snow-or-just-really-cold-rain.html' title='Snow, Or Just Really Cold Rain'/><author><name>Kazul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590847511901091033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7886220.post-110606657159128740</id><published>2005-01-18T11:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T11:42:51.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Refut</title><content type='html'>Alicia has stated that I don't post because I am playing my game (along with the fact that I don't check her site).  It should be noted that I check everyone's site (that I have) every day, and would love if anyone knows of any sites or even has any that would like an additional viewer.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, why I don't post everyday.  Well, that's simple.  Because I don't have anything to say.  Most of my time is spent with work, and I refuse to bring that "home" with me.  I don't watch a lot of television so I can't really comment on the stupid shows out there or how much I'm NOT looking forward to having another series of American Idol!!  And I think saying what I did in a day or what I have to do tomorrow is not something that others would find interesting, so I leave it out.  Too many times I've searched this "Blog-sphere" and seen people writing &lt;i&gt;"well, I haven't written in a while.  Things are good.  Nothing special.  &lt;insert political party or celebrity here&gt; is really such a loser"&lt;/i&gt;.  So I leave you to be able to find those elsewhere.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I know that some of you would like me to post more, and I'll work on that, as I enjoy doing it.  So, let's give me a few weeks of posting and we'll see how I do.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7886220-110606657159128740?l=kazul1201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/feeds/110606657159128740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7886220&amp;postID=110606657159128740' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/110606657159128740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/110606657159128740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/2005/01/refut.html' title='A Refut'/><author><name>Kazul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590847511901091033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7886220.post-110565585068908665</id><published>2005-01-13T17:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T17:37:30.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Thing I learned from Grade School</title><content type='html'>I best thing that I learned in grade school had nothing to &lt;i&gt;actually&lt;/i&gt; do with school.  It had to do with studying for school, so at least I feel that this is a school-related blog.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 12th grade, I english teacher was very cool.  I wish I could remember his name though.  He had funny hair and kind of talked with a lisp.  It was fun and he made me enjoy english (which I tell you now is something that should be awarded).  Anyway, he said the best thing you can do is to relax while studying.  Your able to focus better and thus able to remember things more clearly.  The best way to do that is to have a bag of Double-Stuffed Oreo's.  Not regular Oreo's, but double stuffed (admit it, that's why you want the Oreo to begin with anyway!!).  Since then, I have come to realize that he was more and more right.  Try it sometime, it's great.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I told you that story to tell you this one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alicia and I were getting some food at the store when we came to the Oreo section.  About the grab the Double-Stuffs when we say these Vanilla Oreo's.  Now, they didn't have extra creme in the middle, so I started off a little upset, but I thought &lt;i&gt;"Hey, why not?!"&lt;/i&gt;.  Now I'm eating them.  Right now actually.  While your reading this (kinda creepy how I know that isn't it).  Well, they aren't as good.  Don't get me wrong, I'll still eat them and enjoy each moment we spend together, but it's just not the same.  It's like they mated an original oreo with those Vienna Finger's.  Both good.  Not the same.  Try for yourselves.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7886220-110565585068908665?l=kazul1201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/feeds/110565585068908665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7886220&amp;postID=110565585068908665' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/110565585068908665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/110565585068908665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/2005/01/best-thing-i-learned-from-grade-school.html' title='The Best Thing I learned from Grade School'/><author><name>Kazul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590847511901091033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7886220.post-110550577307773188</id><published>2005-01-11T23:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T23:56:28.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Does Time Fly</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged in a few days.  Yeah, sorry about that.  I've been busy.  With what you ask yourself?  Well, I"m glad you asked.  I got that new game (as stated in the last blog), and have been living that game like it was the last game on earth.  As far as I'm concerned right now, it just may as well be.  World of Warcraft is a online role-playing game as I was weary as to what it would be like.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see.  Large character base to choose from, lots of people to play with, and rpg (always good), and addictive like cocaine.  All should join.  If you do, let me know and it will be fun.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On other news, a 24 hour is going around town, and I got it.  Yeah.  It's bad too.  Trouble moving, thinking, everything.  I think that I should need to stretch first in order to blink.  All on the first day back from school.  So, not a good way to start the school year, but Thursday everything will be sorted out with my teacher about it.  It's all good.  No worries.  Allright, got to go play game.... err..... cook dinner and read my books.  :-p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7886220-110550577307773188?l=kazul1201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/feeds/110550577307773188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7886220&amp;postID=110550577307773188' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/110550577307773188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/110550577307773188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-does-time-fly.html' title='My Does Time Fly'/><author><name>Kazul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590847511901091033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7886220.post-110511512564743328</id><published>2005-01-07T14:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T11:25:25.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Setting my Priorities</title><content type='html'>Last night, Alicia and I had Christmas over at my parents.  It was great.  We watched Elf which I had never seen before, but really liked.  It was really very funny, so go and see it.  Okay, that's my plug for the movie.  After we left, we decided to go to the King of Prussia mall for just a little bit.  While there I got a game that I've been looking for for a while that the mail company isn't even shipping again till March.  It was great, I loved it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole time we were at the mall afterwards and the whole way home I was thinking about playing the game.  It was exciting.  As soon as I got home though, I had a different feeling of what I really wanted to do before I started my game, and that is to hook up this kick butt toaster my parents got us.  It's so cool!  When a metalic silver toaster from the future has a defrost button (which I'm still not entirely sure what it does but am sure I will be wonderfully suprised when I figure that part out) and also a bagel button, I think that gets deemed as the coolest thing in our kitchen.  That's an honorable award considering that we still have Chicken in a Bisket too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think I need to go defrost a bagel, then cook it.  Yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7886220-110511512564743328?l=kazul1201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/feeds/110511512564743328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7886220&amp;postID=110511512564743328' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/110511512564743328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/110511512564743328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/2005/01/setting-my-priorities.html' title='Setting my Priorities'/><author><name>Kazul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590847511901091033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7886220.post-110504257327066970</id><published>2005-01-06T14:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T15:16:13.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't look at me like that</title><content type='html'>I've got a new TV show that I like to watch.  I tried to avoid it for the past year, but it seems to have just snuck up on me.  The show is Queer Eye for the Straight Guy on Bravo (which by the way maybe be the best channel on TV).  It's a really good show.  I want to think that I like it as it is a good way to show me fashion, interior design, and general health and style issues.  I also want to like it because I think that it improves our society's view of gay-straight relations.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, I think that I like it best because when they first arrive at the home of their latest victim, the Fab Five get to make fun of the guy and how he lives.  It's great.  I know that I'm not great and they would have lots of material if they came to visit me, but I know I'm not half as bad as a lot of those other guys.  That makes me feel better.  Yeah, I know.  How wrong is that.  &lt;i&gt;At least I'm not &lt;b&gt;that&lt;/b&gt; guy!!&lt;/i&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I didn't even know how much I liked the show until something bad happened.  The worst thing that can happen to a good show -- a spin-off.  Queer Eye for the straight &lt;i&gt;GIRL&lt;/i&gt;.  Umm... no.  The show doesn't even have a 5 lesbians.  They have 4 people, and 3 of them are gay guys.  And they aren't to fix up women like they do with the men, it's to help women with a project they have, such as a wedding or a baby.  That just doesn't even sound right.  I should write a letter.  With angry punctuation.  Yeah, I think that'll get my point across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7886220-110504257327066970?l=kazul1201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/feeds/110504257327066970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7886220&amp;postID=110504257327066970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/110504257327066970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/110504257327066970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/2005/01/dont-look-at-me-like-that.html' title='Don&apos;t look at me like that'/><author><name>Kazul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590847511901091033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7886220.post-110486828589535151</id><published>2005-01-04T14:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T14:51:25.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Knowing One's Limits</title><content type='html'>I think that everyone should know their limits.  It's a good thing to know.  How far you can jump or how long you can hold your breath while being chased by underwater enemy agents (sorry, too much Bond, James Bond recently).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The limits I am currently referring to are a bit less exciting.  I thought that there was only one food in the world that I couldn't make that it seemed everyone else could.  That would, of course, be Easy Mac.  Just can't do it.  Noodles in the bowl, cover noodles with water, microwave for like 30 seconds and put on powder cheese.  Nope, just can't do it for some reason.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I made pancakes.  They tasted somewhat like pancakes and that's what the box said that I was making, but somewhere in the directions between stir and don't burn, I must have not read the part for the "box-making-food" idiots such as myself.  Alicia said they were fine, but I know better.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the list currently remains well intact at two.  But the day is still young and there is still another meal left, maybe two.  I'm sure I could make it three.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7886220-110486828589535151?l=kazul1201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/feeds/110486828589535151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7886220&amp;postID=110486828589535151' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/110486828589535151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/110486828589535151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/2005/01/knowing-ones-limits.html' title='Knowing One&apos;s Limits'/><author><name>Kazul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590847511901091033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7886220.post-110462029271732984</id><published>2005-01-01T17:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T18:08:28.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Year that almost didn't happen</title><content type='html'>For my New Years Eve night, my friends and I went to a place called Maddie's (which kind of sucked by the way, but we don't need to go into that at this time.)  On the way home, we ran passed by 8 police officers all the way along Rt.30 to Lancaster.  Along that way, all the cops were spread out rather nicely, except for one area in a little town called Paradise (Ironic, no?!)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this is a small town.  Takes around 3 minutes to drive through the whole thing.  Right in the middle, a horse and buggy  go out into the road and I almost run it over.   What the heck, where is the police when you need them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that was the only event-full thing that happened.  Anyway, Happy New Years to everyone.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7886220-110462029271732984?l=kazul1201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/feeds/110462029271732984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7886220&amp;postID=110462029271732984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/110462029271732984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/110462029271732984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/2005/01/new-year-that-almost-didnt-happen.html' title='The New Year that almost didn&apos;t happen'/><author><name>Kazul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590847511901091033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7886220.post-110403764821354438</id><published>2004-12-26T02:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T20:54:50.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Post</title><content type='html'>And the Christmas Holiday is finally over.  That's it.  It's done.  Sure maybe you have a place or two left to go to see family members, open more presents and consume more eggnog (even though the diet has "officially" started again).  All aside, it's over.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tree doesn't look as good anymore and you start to think about when you're going to take it down.  You try to figure out what you can wear that you just got and what needs to be hidden in a closet so that you can wear it the next time &lt;u&gt;    (Insert name here)  &lt;/u&gt; comes over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone had a fun and safe holiday filled with holiday cheer.  Enjoy the retail shopping the next few days and remember to send those thank you cards.  For me, it's lot of work in the retail world, but I'll have a smile on my face (hopefully).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the christmas spirit, best wishes, love and Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7886220-110403764821354438?l=kazul1201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/feeds/110403764821354438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7886220&amp;postID=110403764821354438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/110403764821354438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/110403764821354438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/2004/12/christmas-post.html' title='Christmas Post'/><author><name>Kazul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590847511901091033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7886220.post-110358227713662666</id><published>2004-12-20T17:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T17:37:57.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Authentic Mexican Restaurante</title><content type='html'>Out driving today, I passed by what I would assume to be our local &lt;i&gt;Authentic Mexican Restaurante&lt;/i&gt; as it's the only one I can ever remember seeing.  It is called &lt;i&gt;El Rodeo&lt;/i&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm... I think I'll pass.  I don't think I could really trust a restaurant that uses only Spanish words that I first learned from Sesame Street.  It's not just Rodeo either.  Other words that's classify are &lt;i&gt;Bronco&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Taco&lt;/i&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By far the worst name for an establishment would be &lt;i&gt;El Mexicana Restaurante&lt;/i&gt;.  Seriously people, now your not even trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7886220-110358227713662666?l=kazul1201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/feeds/110358227713662666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7886220&amp;postID=110358227713662666' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/110358227713662666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/110358227713662666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/2004/12/authentic-mexican-restaurante.html' title='Authentic Mexican Restaurante'/><author><name>Kazul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590847511901091033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7886220.post-110343519973807606</id><published>2004-12-19T00:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T00:46:39.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That Guy</title><content type='html'>Okay, work was okay today.  It went fast and I got a lot done.  And people listened to me (keep in mind I am their boss)  is kind of a nice change.  One part of it wasn't so great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the latter half of my shift (basically after my break), I had to be &lt;i&gt;that guy&lt;/i&gt;.  I had to tell people that they had done wrong and this is what we need to do to fix that.  I know that it's my job, and that I have a responsibility to teach everyone how to work well when there are no "bosses" there, but I still don't like doing it from time to time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, well, sometimes things just need to be done.  I'll sleep it off and hang out with my friends in the meantime to make me feel better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7886220-110343519973807606?l=kazul1201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/feeds/110343519973807606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7886220&amp;postID=110343519973807606' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/110343519973807606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/110343519973807606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/2004/12/that-guy.html' title='That Guy'/><author><name>Kazul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590847511901091033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7886220.post-110317199658116966</id><published>2004-12-15T23:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T03:04:26.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken in a what?!</title><content type='html'>Oh that's right.  To all you people that can read the title and think of the wonderous joy that it brings to taste-buds everywhere, you will salivate with the rest of us.  For the rest of you, I must provide you to something that is a wonderous joy and was introduced to me not so long ago.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was with Alicia at her family's house and while there got hungry, ya know, like ya do.  I opened up the treasure chest of snacks they have in their kitchen, and there in front was a box of Chicken in a Biscuit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What the heck is that?!" I replied.  Everyone stopped and looked at me like I was uncultured, as it apparently turns out I was.  Just then, I was told (yelled at) to try them.  I did, and within the next few days, ate the rest of the box.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as a treat, I get them for myself when I stumble across them from time to time.  Today was one of those days.  Yum.  Okay, enough typing.  Must shove my face with yummy goodness.  You should too.  And don't share, they're just too good for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7886220-110317199658116966?l=kazul1201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/feeds/110317199658116966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7886220&amp;postID=110317199658116966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/110317199658116966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/110317199658116966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/2004/12/chicken-in-what.html' title='Chicken in a what?!'/><author><name>Kazul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590847511901091033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7886220.post-110300455395707069</id><published>2004-12-14T00:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T01:10:55.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Premium Malt Beverage" Goggles</title><content type='html'>As I finish my last day of school, I have a drink to that.  In fact, a pair of Smirnoff Raspberry is sitting on my desk right now.  Always a nice site.  It's currently on a date with my cheesy-cheese pizza from Domino's and Entenmannn's Soft Baked Cookies.  I think it's going good between the two of them, but I think the cookies are eye-ing up the glass of milk that's in the next booth over.  Oh well, all's fair in love and war.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in tribute to famous drinkers, I give to you the James Bond Martini, as written by Ian Flemming:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" A dry martini," he said.  "One.  In a deep champagne goblet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oui, monsieur."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just a moment.  Three measures of Gordon's, one vodka, half a meausre of Kina Lillet.  Shake it very well until it's ice-cold, then add a large thin slice of lemon-peel.  Got it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy, and may the evening be merry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7886220-110300455395707069?l=kazul1201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/feeds/110300455395707069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7886220&amp;postID=110300455395707069' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/110300455395707069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/110300455395707069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/2004/12/premium-malt-beverage-goggles.html' title='&quot;Premium Malt Beverage&quot; Goggles'/><author><name>Kazul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590847511901091033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7886220.post-110291920247681118</id><published>2004-12-13T01:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T01:26:42.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess it had to happen sometime</title><content type='html'>Okay, it happened.  I finally went Christmas shopping.  I had a few gifts beforhand, but only like two of them.  Oh well, always put that off.  Maybe cause I don't like shopping.  Maybe because I'm just lazy.  Either way, I can now say that I'm basically done.  Two more gifts to fill out ones that I had already gotten, something for my little bro, and finally Alicia.  No idea what to get there, but that's the better half of three or four blogs.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While doing all this shopping, something bad happened.  I got myself something.  I couldn't help it, I was drawn to it.  I had an extra discount, it wasn't expensive on top of that.  What did I get you might ask.  Well, I'll just tell you then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puzzles.  I know, I'm scared too.  But on my defense, they're very manly and ... umm.... other adjectives that are manly.  They are panoramic pictures, which to me is about all the "art" I can handle.  One is of Times Square, New York City and the other is a twilight shot of New York (with the towers) from the other side of the Hudson.  It's a really cool shot and I really like it.  I think they both will look good together, framed on the wall.  Maybe off-center from each other, but I promise you that THAT is the most "art" I get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was starting the puzzle when I got home from work today.  I opened it the box, opened the bag the pieces had come in, dumped them in the box, and that's all I could remember that my mom had told me how to do a puzzle.  It was pathetic.  Finally, it came back to me.  Start with the edges.  I started with the edges.  I don't think I have them all.  I need to find them before I start to pull my hair out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That all took me 30 minutes.  For some reason, that seems pretty pathetic to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7886220-110291920247681118?l=kazul1201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/feeds/110291920247681118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7886220&amp;postID=110291920247681118' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/110291920247681118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/110291920247681118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/2004/12/guess-it-had-to-happen-sometime.html' title='Guess it had to happen sometime'/><author><name>Kazul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590847511901091033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7886220.post-110270788060188151</id><published>2004-12-10T14:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T14:44:40.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply Confused</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm sick.  I hate being sick, it really just sort of pisses me off.  My muscles hurt, I have a constant headache, the basic fact that I'm sick is in my head and that's just bad enough.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking to myself, "What are you suppose to do when you have a cold?"  Do you feed the cold and starve a fever, or do you feed a fever and starve a cold.  It should be noted that I'm fine with feeding either one regardless of the correct answer, but I think that's something that people should know.  And I just lost that bit of information. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7886220-110270788060188151?l=kazul1201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/feeds/110270788060188151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7886220&amp;postID=110270788060188151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/110270788060188151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/110270788060188151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/2004/12/simply-confused.html' title='Simply Confused'/><author><name>Kazul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590847511901091033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7886220.post-110255254015500967</id><published>2004-12-08T22:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T19:35:40.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Amish Rebels</title><content type='html'>Now, I deffinatly don't know much about the Amish way of life.  No electricity, no cars, horses are good, kids allowed rollerblades, straw hats.  That's basically about the extent of my knowledge.  Today, on my way to school, Pete and I passed an amish school.  Small, white pickett fence, people in it dressed like amish people, ya know, like they do.  This school was for the handicapped amish, and they had electric wheelchairs.  And this one little boy had this strange hat that.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait a sec.  Did I just say electric wheelchair?  Umm... Hola?!  Doesn't that seem to you somewhat against the rules.  What kind of school was this?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when you think you know your neighbors, they go and screw with everything you know.  Just not nice.  Not nice at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7886220-110255254015500967?l=kazul1201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/feeds/110255254015500967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7886220&amp;postID=110255254015500967' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/110255254015500967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/110255254015500967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/2004/12/amish-rebels.html' title='Amish Rebels'/><author><name>Kazul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590847511901091033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7886220.post-110240365203778246</id><published>2004-12-07T02:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T02:14:12.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Super in Every Man</title><content type='html'>I bought a book today.  Doesn't that just sound smart of me.  I.  Me.  A book.  Okay, fine, you caught me.  It was a comic book.  But not just any comic book, it was "Kingdom Come".  The clash of the titans and war of mutants comic book.  It's just absolutly amazing.  It includes Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman, Shazam, and basically every other (DC) mutant that is still alive at the time.  And if that didn't make it just amazing enough, I was flipping through the first couple of pages, and came across this wonderfully, amazing pencil drawing of superman; standing tall, with a halo light from above with the text:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to CHRISTOPHER REEVE who makes us believe that a man can fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean come on.  Sheesh people.  I liked the book already, but then you go and say something like that.  LIKE THAT!!!  Maybe the best dedication I've ever seen.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Raises glass -- To those who make us believe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7886220-110240365203778246?l=kazul1201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/feeds/110240365203778246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7886220&amp;postID=110240365203778246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/110240365203778246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/110240365203778246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/2004/12/super-in-every-man.html' title='The Super in Every Man'/><author><name>Kazul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590847511901091033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7886220.post-110235357675773107</id><published>2004-12-06T12:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T12:19:36.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That time of the year</title><content type='html'>Every year, right after Thanksgiving, people start putting up Christmas lights and getting their tree and all that jazz.  Actually it seems that most people feel the need to put it up before hand, but I ignore them till after Thanksgiving.  For me though, it isn't Christmas season till something happens.  Not just anything, but the same something.  Every year it happens too.  Well, today my friends, was that day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up with Paul McCartney's Christmas song "Simply Having a Wonderful Christmas Time".  At least, I think that's the song.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess that's it.  Nothing I can do about it now.  It's suppose to be a winter wonderland and I better just suck it up and enjoy it.  Enjoy the season.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7886220-110235357675773107?l=kazul1201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/feeds/110235357675773107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7886220&amp;postID=110235357675773107' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/110235357675773107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/110235357675773107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/2004/12/that-time-of-year.html' title='That time of the year'/><author><name>Kazul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590847511901091033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7886220.post-110231573584934199</id><published>2004-12-06T04:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T01:56:12.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>About this kitty....</title><content type='html'>Okay, first something must be said.  When Buzz says something to me, I listen.  He may not always think that I do, but I do.  That said, I should now mention Phranc.  This is a beautiful cat that has this strange habit of hating me.  Now, cats don't normally happen to hate people per say, but she hates me.  Any chance she gets, she hisses at me.  Sometimes it's even a side note to her.  She walks away, then realizes that I was in the room, slightly turns her head, hisses, and elegantly turns the corner leaving me with nothing but that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad on the other hand can rub her belly and shake her till she doesn't know where she is anymore.  Without a sound from her, except maybe a little bit of purring.  We laugh about it and he says that it's because "he is alpha cat."  Until recently, I agreed with that conclusion.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now have a kitty.  His name is Minet.  It is pronounced like how you would make fun of a french person and say miny.  Okay, enough of that.  I knew getting this cat, I would love him (even though I didn't want to probably as much as I do) and that I would be the alpha male in this relationship.  Perhaps I, and along with my father's endless wisdom in all things, were wrong.  I think that Minet will be the alpha male in this situation.  I'm more of a security advisor that can give suggestions, and from time to time, he may follow them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least he doesn't hiss.  Yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7886220-110231573584934199?l=kazul1201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/feeds/110231573584934199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7886220&amp;postID=110231573584934199' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/110231573584934199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/110231573584934199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/2004/12/about-this-kitty.html' title='About this kitty....'/><author><name>Kazul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590847511901091033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7886220.post-109633956202849393</id><published>2004-09-28T01:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T22:46:02.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The more things change, the more they stay... insane</title><content type='html'>I have a strange little habit.  I like to move things around.  Now, I live with other people.  If I keep moving things around, people will come home and wonder if they still live here.  So, I stick to just changing my desktop wallpaper.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now keep in mind that I have a desktop that with a click of a button, I can it have it change quite often.  I also have a lot of desktops wallpapers that I like and wouldn't mind having it slideshow on my screen.  But I don't!  I look almost every day for more and more wallpapers, and have one at a time on the screen.  It's insanity.  So far this week, I've changed my desktop 3 times.  3 TIMES!!!  AND IT"S MONDAY!!!  and actually, this one is gettting a a bit old too, so... got to go.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7886220-109633956202849393?l=kazul1201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/feeds/109633956202849393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7886220&amp;postID=109633956202849393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/109633956202849393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7886220/posts/default/109633956202849393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kazul1201.blogspot.com/2004/09/more-things-change-more-they-stay.html' title='The more things change, the more they stay... insane'/><author><name>Kazul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00590847511901091033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
