<?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-8056939</id><updated>2011-07-28T11:21:41.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So yeah, like...</title><subtitle type='html'>This is who I am, unchanged...
This is what I am, looking back...
This is where I am, facing forward...
This is when I am, one day at a time...
This is why I am, soul searching and searching my soul...
This is how I am, take it or leave it.
-11/22/2004</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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>1246</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8056939.post-115758394395567578</id><published>2006-09-06T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T16:05:44.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>people</title><content type='html'>Girl Facts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you break a girls heart,&lt;br /&gt;she still feels it when&lt;br /&gt;you run into eachother 3 years later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl is quiet,&lt;br /&gt;millions of things are running through her&lt;br /&gt;mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl is not arguing,&lt;br /&gt;she is thinking deeply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl looks at you with eyes full of&lt;br /&gt;questions, she is wondering how long you will be&lt;br /&gt;around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl answers, "I'm fine, " after a&lt;br /&gt;few seconds, she is not at all fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl stares at you,&lt;br /&gt;she is wondering why you are so wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl lays her head on your chest,&lt;br /&gt;she is wishing for you to be hers forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl says that she can't live&lt;br /&gt;without you, she has made up her mind that you are&lt;br /&gt;her future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl says, "I miss you, "&lt;br /&gt;no one in this world can miss you more&lt;br /&gt;than that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy Facts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy calls u&lt;br /&gt;he wants to be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy is quiet,&lt;br /&gt;He's listening to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy is not arguing,&lt;br /&gt;He realizes he's wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy says, "I'm fine, " after a few&lt;br /&gt;minutes, he means it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy stares at you,&lt;br /&gt;he wishes you would care about him and&lt;br /&gt;wonders if you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're laying your head on a guy's&lt;br /&gt;chest, he has the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy calls you everyday&lt;br /&gt;he is in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a (good) guy tells you he loves you&lt;br /&gt;he means it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy says he can't live without you&lt;br /&gt;he's with you till you're done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy says, "I miss you, "&lt;br /&gt;he misses you more than you could have&lt;br /&gt;ever missed him or anything else&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-115758394395567578?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/115758394395567578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=115758394395567578' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/115758394395567578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/115758394395567578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/09/people.html' title='people'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-115641755676277196</id><published>2006-08-24T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T04:05:56.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a fortune cookie on the 23rd</title><content type='html'>Make only the promises you can keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am making two promises which i have every intention of keeping.&lt;br /&gt;because if i don't, i am worth nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-115641755676277196?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/115641755676277196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=115641755676277196' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/115641755676277196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/115641755676277196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/08/fortune-cookie-on-23rd.html' title='a fortune cookie on the 23rd'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114940620513428867</id><published>2006-06-04T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T00:30:05.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>recovery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;step 7.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;mix it with serenity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;and i'm left with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;acceptance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i can only change what i can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114940620513428867?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114940620513428867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114940620513428867' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114940620513428867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114940620513428867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/06/recovery.html' title='recovery'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114939415447268895</id><published>2006-06-03T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T21:09:14.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Manelle and RIchard</title><content type='html'>went to a wedding today.  it was held at the church I grew up in and had served as an altar server at for many years.  if i ever get married, and i was to be in a church, and the bride-to-be would consent, i'd like it to be in that church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a very beautiful day to begin with.  bright, sunny day, not too hot or windy.  we drove down to the island to St. Mary's Cathedral Basilica.  It has been there since 1847 and withstood the 1900 storm.  it's also the oldest catholic church in Texas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't know if Ma'nelle had an altar server lined up, so i checked, and they didn't have one yet, so, i dressed up for it.  The bride's motif was yellow/light yellow.  She also had a lot of yellow roses, which I think smells the best.  The ceremony was typical catholic wedding length, but it was still beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reception was very nice.  dancing was involved and we all danced til it was time to go.  beautiful day all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a side note, i've served for many weddings now, most of which for people I grew up with, etc.  can't help but daydream, ya know?  anyway, i'll post pics later on myspace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114939415447268895?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114939415447268895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114939415447268895' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114939415447268895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114939415447268895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/06/manelle-and-richard.html' title='Manelle and RIchard'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114887190188839641</id><published>2006-05-28T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T20:05:01.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a long time gone</title><content type='html'>hi all&lt;br /&gt;and hi, b-log.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a bit long time since i last posted.  sorry, life happens sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;so, hopefully, i can catch you up on recent events... or at least check out the myspace blog too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that... here's a few items that have happened recently.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114887190188839641?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114887190188839641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114887190188839641' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114887190188839641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114887190188839641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/05/long-time-gone.html' title='a long time gone'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114775855442894444</id><published>2006-05-15T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T22:49:14.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E.P.O. - Going Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/1600/EPO-0037-Going%20Away.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/400/EPO-0037-Going%20Away.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114775855442894444?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114775855442894444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114775855442894444' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114775855442894444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114775855442894444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/05/epo-going-away.html' title='E.P.O. - Going Away'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114629563887046642</id><published>2006-04-29T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T00:27:18.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scaled down wheels keep on turning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ok, so they're not really big wheels...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;try 1:18 scale wheels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;even more specifically, on Dale Jr cars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now, at work, I've got a few friends who I honestly cannot pass the time talking with them about work where NASCAR and our favorite drivers are not mentioned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Hey, when you gonna stamp my paperwork?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"When I get done doing this other stuff."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Think your boy is gonna do good this weekend?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Oh yeah!  Guess who's number 1?  Uh huh!  Number 17, boy!  Kenseth is up there!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Yeah yeah, well, Jr's not doing so bad either.  :)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Yeah, he's racin' alright... ok, you want your stuff stamped off now?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Sure!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't necessarily LIVE AND BREATHE Dale Jr., but... you could say I'm getting there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From shirts, jerseys, jackets, chairs, hats, misc. items, figures, and scaled cars... yeah, you can kinda say I like #8.  That and Hailey kicks ass for getting me Dale Jr. Chocolate.  Oh yeah, I gotta post those pics, huh?  And Cindy even got me a Budweiser metal sign last Oct. for my Bday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So anyways, i collect the scaled cars.  I'm still missing the 1:18 2002 MLB Dale Jr car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hrm.  I'd like to get one sooner or later, but I keep putting it off.  BUT... I have been collecting his Budweiser car from 1999-2005 (except for 2001, when they didn't make one in 1:18 scale).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They usually put out several cars in 1:18 scale... beginning with his Daytona 500 "Born-On-Date" cars, followed by the normal Red Budweiser cars.  But, it's already May, for all practical purposes, and NOWHERE can any 2006 Dale Jr's are found.  Sure, there's always more 1:24 scale than 1:18... but not even a one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tonight, somehow, there WILL be a 1:18 scale Dale Jr car, and it will be in this weekend's Talladega paint scheme where his car will be black and be a tribute to Dale Sr's, since he's getting inducted to the Hall of Fame.  And sure enough, I found a place that will sell it.  Muhahahahhahaa!  Happiness.  Simple pleasures.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114629563887046642?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114629563887046642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114629563887046642' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114629563887046642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114629563887046642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/04/scaled-down-wheels-keep-on-turning.html' title='Scaled down wheels keep on turning'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114629514384689819</id><published>2006-04-29T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T00:19:03.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tonight, after work, went and did a lil gift shopping for two of my friends at work.  One is turning 30, and the other is turning 25.  Sometimes, it's easy to get stuff for people, even when it's not expected of you.  Othertimes, it's like... oh shit... what do they like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me?  Ha ha, it's simple.  You can never really go wrong with Dale Jr. stuff.  And, if you know which particular Sideshow Collectibl Premium Format I'm staring at... well... ditto.  Though, that would be more of a self-gift than anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, so I had asked one's gf what he had as far as DVDs, and go figure... he didn't have Officespace.  That's a no-no in our line of work.  But, he DOES love the movie, so... ha ha, shopping made easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The other?  She loves her car.  well, she drives a red mustang, hard-top.  Did I say she loves her car?  So... lo and behold... i got her a 1/18 scale of her car.  all red.  all mustang.  didn't know if she'd like it or not, but, i'm guessing from her reaction it was well received.  Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So at the party, ribs were served.  Among other foods, but the ribs were the showcase.  Jake's recipe.  I'll be honest.  It's not so much that I'm not a ribs person, per se.  It's just that... i never really have eaten ribs before.  go figure.  Usually, if i order, it'd be for sirloin.  forget the t-bone.  extra weight, and it's just bone.  ribs?  little meat, too much effort.  So... tonight, i had my ribs cherry popped.  And ya know, if there was a way to do it, Jake's recipe was pretty darn good.  can't say that other than, well, ya have to try them yourself.  then you'd know.  all else, they were smooth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;also saw Big Ern first time since he'd left for his new job 5 hrs drive away.  Also saw H, who's back for a lil bit from abroad.  She said she's gonna be back home again for good, so that's cool.  :)  nothing like having a crown-and-coke partner, right?  Well, then again, if there's anyone for me to 'blame' for getting me started on it, it WOULD be H anyways.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114629514384689819?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114629514384689819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114629514384689819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114629514384689819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114629514384689819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/04/birthday-friday.html' title='birthday friday'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114629464419282581</id><published>2006-04-29T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T00:10:44.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i remember her smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;today, as i drove to work, i checked my voicemail since i had missed one of Mom's calls, and i got the voicemail message shortly afterwards.  When I checked it, I was expecting her to mention something like, on the way home, to buy something, or some other thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i didn't expect to hear that one of our family friends had passed away overnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i remember Tita Lumen ever since I was 5 or 6.  She'd always have a smile.  I never really said much to her husband, but I knew the kids well.  Sabrina was always there talking to Patrick, and her younger brother Shawn was... well, always around too.  And Tita Lumen always had this smile on her face.  That is how I remember her. now.  tonight.  In a few hours will be her service.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't even remember that the last time i saw her, she wore a headcover for her chemo treatments.  No.  I remember her smile.  I remember at the church dances, grabbing her hand and asking her to dance with me.  I remember helping her serve food at Galveston during some of the Santo Nino with the other ladies.  I remember her smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rest in peace, Tita Lumen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You and your smile shone like a bright light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114629464419282581?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114629464419282581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114629464419282581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114629464419282581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114629464419282581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-remember-her-smile.html' title='i remember her smile'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114568576807950029</id><published>2006-04-21T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T23:02:48.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>not-so-trivial trivial things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=trivial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;trivial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Of little significance or value. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ordinary; commonplace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Source: dictionary.com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i know i'm not unique in this. but aside from being easily amused, my memory does not let me forget certain things. certain not-so-trivial, yet...trivial things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trivial by definition that it may seem ordinary...commonplace... but, for what it's worth, that could be enough to brighten a day, or if it was already bright,...then even brighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was yet another example.&lt;br /&gt;had one of those moments, and i was given a smile that brightened my day more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114568576807950029?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114568576807950029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114568576807950029' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114568576807950029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114568576807950029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/04/not-so-trivial-trivial-things.html' title='not-so-trivial trivial things'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114558996199266988</id><published>2006-04-20T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T20:26:02.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>post-vacation catch-up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ok, so, last week, i was out on vacation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;rarely happens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but it's always fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;have some relatives here for a few weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;last week, we all went to florida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;saturday, we drove all day and arrived early morning sunday in florida.  it was pouring hard from tallahasee to outside of orlando.  i'd called a few friends and erin picked up and she said it was a slow, slow moving thunderstorm and it encompassed the area we had to drive through.  ah, press on, press on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sunday, we woke up and went to church for palm sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;after that, we went to Universal Studios Orlando.  We paid a visit to the Hard Rock Cafe (like my family always does), and then checked out the studios.  Twister was a cool stop, as was Revenge of the Mummy.  While the older fam rode after us in the Mummy, the cousins and I chilled.  I ended up listening to the Blues Brothers that they had there.  Pretty cool.  We kept on going through the park, through Jaws, Terminator, and the other stops.  Fun day!  At the end, as we were going out, I listened to this local band called Breaking Ground.  They sounded really cool, and after their show, they stopped by and took pictures with me.  They're gonna be great!  I added them to my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/bum22"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;monday, we went to EPCOT.  while the fam looked through Innoventions, I walked the park and got some Fast Passes so we could get into the attractions quicker.  SOARIN was already booked, but i got some at Mission: Space and Test Track.  Afterwards, I got pics with Mickey, Minnie, Pluto, Donald, Goofy, and Chip &amp; Dale.  After pics, I met up with the fam again and we went to the Mission: Space ride.  it's basically a centrifuge.  It was cool, but my mom, uncle, and a cousin got woozy and didn't feel all that great for a bit.  apparently, a 45 yr old german lady felt ill too.  news said she died of a stroke the next day.  we walked around the park, saw more of the attractions like Honey I shrunk the audience, etc, and then walked around the countries of the world.  Finally, we saw cool fireworks as the park was closing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tuesday, magic kingdom.  rode a good number of rides, and the weather behaved too.  lotsa pictures and video.  space mountain, thunder mountain, splash mountain, saw several of the disney characters.... so much fun.  The Pirates of the Caribbean ride, as well as the Jungle Cruise, seemed to have changed a bit.  POTC was a bit shorter in duration from what i recall...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After the night, more fireworks, care of Walt Disney.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wednesday... went to one of my versions of mecca...  the daytona speedway.  git 'r done!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yep, saw the speedway!!!!  SO frickin awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thursday, drive home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;good friday, church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;easter saturday, not much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;easter sunday, went to church, saw relatives in houston.  they're really friendly and so much fun!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:)  If i ever get married, Disney World is a definite favorite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114558996199266988?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114558996199266988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114558996199266988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114558996199266988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114558996199266988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/04/post-vacation-catch-up.html' title='post-vacation catch-up'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114558891576281962</id><published>2006-04-20T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T20:08:35.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crushin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no, not the orange drink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;crushin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as in, over someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is it possible?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well, considering it's me, yeah, its possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but this time, i'm trying not to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not so much that it's not right or anything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's just that, it's more of wishful thinking,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or dreaming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i think the person looks attractive,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;witty, funny, and as a given, smart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but, i have a track record for crushes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;0 for whatever.  ha ha.  makes it easy for counting percentages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that and, i just... well, let's just leave this as wishful dreaming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;makes the days go by faster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;makes me have this smile inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm crushin' over someone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm crushin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114558891576281962?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114558891576281962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114558891576281962' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114558891576281962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114558891576281962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/04/crushin.html' title='crushin'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114516873728007470</id><published>2006-04-15T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T23:25:37.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>future fiancee will kill me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;listening to those who are to be wed, and from those who've walked the line already, i've got to be curious to find out if and when i ever get to where some woman is crazy enough to think i'm marriage material... if some of the stuff i'd put on the registry will make her kill me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;granted, i've already got a good current video game system right now...what if i snuck in some Dale Jr. memorabilia like ... i dunno... race-used tire and track with matching photo, that i'd try to get autographed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i mean, would that be grounds for her to go "WTF were you thinking?  we coulda gotten towels!!!"  Note to self... find a Dale Jr fanatic...and make sure she's for keeps.  Like hell if i ever get rid of my Dale Jr stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or even... say...what if i asked for a life-sized statue of Darth Maul? Jim said they existed, and he actually showed me some on eBay.  "WTF were you thinking?  we coulda gotten a full dining set!"  Note to self... check to see how she feels about Star Wars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eh, just a thought.  ha ha.  if i got a big and nice enough engagement ring, maybe she wouldn't care.  LOL  j/k.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;either way, i know if i added those two, and maybe even the most current cool video game system, she'd prolly kill me, whomever she would be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114516873728007470?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114516873728007470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114516873728007470' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114516873728007470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114516873728007470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/04/future-fiancee-will-kill-me.html' title='future fiancee will kill me'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114516869847165935</id><published>2006-04-15T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T23:24:58.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>know when to say when</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;once upon a time, like... i think it was like a year or more ago... a family friend was more than happy to set me up with someone.  well, ok, so there are a good deal number of these folks, but one actually came through.  True story here, folks, so gather round.&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, she says, "hey, there's this cute single filipina, currently going for her residency in Atlanta.  She's Catholic, pretty, and looking for a devout Catholic flip (ok, so i say flip, she used the more proper term).  Would it be ok if I introduced her to you and vice versa via email?"&lt;br /&gt;What did i have to lose?  Shrugging, i said, ok.  Not thinking much of it, she actually did.  A week or so later, she emails both the doctor and i and says, Bum, this is so and so, yadda yadda yadda, and then says so-and-so, this is Bum, he is yadda dabba doo and all that stuff.&lt;br /&gt;i never really know what to say to start things off.  unless it's someone i already know as a friend.  feels more natural that way i guess.  anyway, a week after that, the doc emails me, says hi, etc etc.  in the meantime, the family friend shows me the doc's pic and i'm like, huh, she's cute.  anyway, the doc asks me how devout i am, etc etc, and i explain a lil bit about my faith and all that...and also ask a few questions here and there.  Ah, the Dating Game...online edition.  so she responds back to my reply, asks if i went to church that weekend, and i'm thinking, huh, she's serious.  which is cool.  so i told her yeah, and answered whatever else she asked, and shot back a few of my own, and...for those who know me, i was actually behaving. not sarcastic or playful.  her 3rd email, she gives me a link to her catholicsingles.com thing.  i'm like, ok.  so i go, and i'm like, hey, i'd seen this person before.  small world.  so i replied back, yeah, saw ya before and all that.  here's my link.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cricket cricket.&lt;br /&gt;cricket cricket.&lt;br /&gt;cricket cricket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3 weeks passed.  no response.  ha ha.  another one bites the dust.  so, me being me, i send a note saying hey, how's life, asking about the weather in GA, etc etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cricket cricket.&lt;br /&gt;cricket cricket.&lt;br /&gt;cricket cricket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so, i may be slow, but i'm not a dumbass...well, ok, so i am, but still...you get the point here.  i'm not the Doc's type, and that's cool.  except, i dunno if i wasn't holy enough, or whatever else.  it's usually the whatever else, but it sucks never knowing.  anyways, why is this thing called know when to say when?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the family friend emailed today.  pretty adamant about reaching me.  she said the Doc was gonna be in town visiting for Easter and she wanted me to come over and say hi to the Doc.  Um... this is the same Doc who never returned emails after a certain point.  i'm trying to think of a nice way to tell her "the Doc's not interested. dunno why, but she just isn't...but i DO have a few single friends she might be interested in".  ah, i knew when to say when, but yo, the chic's not interested, give her a rest!  :)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in other news, i finally finished my frickin' term paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114516869847165935?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114516869847165935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114516869847165935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114516869847165935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114516869847165935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/04/know-when-to-say-when.html' title='know when to say when'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114503372193999322</id><published>2006-04-14T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T14:14:45.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stairway to heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/1600/stairs2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/400/stairs2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/1600/stairs.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/1600/stairs.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"this could be heaven or this could be hell..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, life has a direction, i guess. even nowhere is somewhere, sometimes anywhere but here, and sometimes, it's where it's at 24/7 til you take a step. two steps back to go 10 steps forward is not a bad trade-off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long story short, i took this pic last year in new orleans. you could be on your way up, looking back down where you were, or you're going down. either way, choice is always yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114503372193999322?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114503372193999322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114503372193999322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114503372193999322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114503372193999322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/04/stairway-to-heaven.html' title='stairway to heaven'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114421291705081515</id><published>2006-04-04T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T21:55:17.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>daydreamin of vinyl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so i'm sittin here, reading up on Ghost Recon for the Xbox 360... procrastinating putting it in and playing... listening to Willie Nelson on my myspace in another window, and ha ha ha, i'm distracted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for some reason, i'm now imaginin' i'm on some front porch in front of a house with the same facade as the Macaroni Grill that was at Bay Area... ha ha, really.  it's in detail in my mind, with that nice gentle and constant breeze blowin' by, rockin' chair right behind, and the sun is out.  blue skies, shining down, and then this song starts playing.  no, not like a cd and not from the myspace page... but from an old vinyl record... you know, with that distinct cracklin' sound, except it's Willie Nelson singing it... this song, You Don't Know Me.  and in the imagination, there's this girl.  I dunno who she is, she reminds me of my dreamgirl, and... we dance.  we just dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lame.  i know.  I should just go and play Ghost Recon now.  but for a few, for a brief few, i was somewhere else and had more fun.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Willie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114421291705081515?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114421291705081515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114421291705081515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114421291705081515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114421291705081515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/04/daydreamin-of-vinyl.html' title='daydreamin of vinyl'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114412001585107433</id><published>2006-04-03T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T20:06:55.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now Playing on MySpace - 4/3/06</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Damn, fine song.  Good to dance to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That and, well... it's Willie Nelson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Don't Know Me&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Willie Nelson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you give your hand to me&lt;br /&gt;and then you say hello&lt;br /&gt;and I can hardly speak&lt;br /&gt;my heart is beating so&lt;br /&gt;and anyone can tell&lt;br /&gt;you think you know me well&lt;br /&gt;but you don't know me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, you don't know the one&lt;br /&gt;who dreams of you each night&lt;br /&gt;and longs to kiss your lips&lt;br /&gt;and longs to hold you tight&lt;br /&gt;to you I am just a friend&lt;br /&gt;that's all I've ever been&lt;br /&gt;no you don't know me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I never knew&lt;br /&gt;the art of making love&lt;br /&gt;though my heart aches with love for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afraid and shy I let my chance goes by&lt;br /&gt;the chance that you might love me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you give your hand to me&lt;br /&gt;and then you say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I watch you walk away beside the lucky guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'll never ever know&lt;br /&gt;the one who loved you so&lt;br /&gt;no, you don't know me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114412001585107433?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114412001585107433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114412001585107433' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114412001585107433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114412001585107433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/04/now-playing-on-myspace-4306.html' title='Now Playing on MySpace - 4/3/06'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114404612943879997</id><published>2006-04-02T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T23:35:29.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in another life</title><content type='html'>if by some chance,&lt;br /&gt;i could change one thing, prolly just one since yer not supposed to be really picky and all that, and if nothing else changed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd prolly wanna be a bit taller.&lt;br /&gt;prolly 5'10 or 6'1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who knows.&lt;br /&gt;once in a while, i'm a firm believer in if you wish for somethin' enough, it happens.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.  so, dear laws of nature... fuck you.  I'm getting this wish in the next lifetime.&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/8056939-114404612943879997?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114404612943879997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114404612943879997' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114404612943879997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114404612943879997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/04/in-another-life.html' title='in another life'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114403131982502209</id><published>2006-04-02T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T19:36:54.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BumSpace - 0004 - A Shared Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/1600/BumSpace-0004-ASharedMoment.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/400/BumSpace-0004-ASharedMoment.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1996&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was before I met KC... that much was for certain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I had this other good friend. She had a bf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She broke up with her bf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She got another bf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She broke up with that bf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And then, she started throwing out a chic's name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It didn't hit til the third time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our friends said, you should tell him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But to me, no matter. I already knew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, when she finally decided to 'tell me', it was towards the end of the spring semester.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I didn't care, especially since I had several finals that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But no... we chatted. She wanted to tell me, and then I cut her off and said I knew. She asked how, and I said, dude, i may be slow at times, but i'm not stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And she was still a little surprised that I knew without anyone telling me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We're still friends. We still keep in touch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But damn. just when it was my turn to bat, maybe... the game was over. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114403131982502209?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114403131982502209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114403131982502209' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114403131982502209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114403131982502209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/04/bumspace-0004-shared-moment.html' title='BumSpace - 0004 - A Shared Moment'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114403101170868705</id><published>2006-04-02T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T19:36:33.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BumSpace - 0003 - Ring Dunking pt3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/1600/BumSpace-0003-RingDunk3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/400/BumSpace-0003-RingDunk3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 1997&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114403101170868705?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114403101170868705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114403101170868705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114403101170868705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114403101170868705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/04/bumspace-0003-ring-dunking-pt3.html' title='BumSpace - 0003 - Ring Dunking pt3'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114403097288326652</id><published>2006-04-02T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T19:36:40.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BumSpace - 0002 - Ring Dunking pt2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/1600/BumSpace-0002-RingDunk2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/400/BumSpace-0002-RingDunk2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 1997&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114403097288326652?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114403097288326652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114403097288326652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114403097288326652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114403097288326652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/04/bumspace-0002-ring-dunking-pt2.html' title='BumSpace - 0002 - Ring Dunking pt2'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114403092577269658</id><published>2006-04-02T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T19:32:35.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BumSpace - 0001 - Ring Dunking pt1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/1600/BumSpace-0001-RingDunk1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/400/BumSpace-0001-RingDunk1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November, 1997&lt;br /&gt;Ring Dunking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's an aggie tradition.&lt;br /&gt;You have your aggie ring.&lt;br /&gt;You dunk it in a pitcher (full of alcohol).&lt;br /&gt;Whatever your graduation year, you have that number of seconds to finish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am class of 1999.  I had 99 seconds to finish a pitcher.&lt;br /&gt;At the time, I didn't drink much at all of alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;To me, it was either Jack Daniels, wine, or beer&lt;br /&gt;And those all smelled and tasted a specific way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Galveston to see my friends Jeff and Rob dunk their ring.&lt;br /&gt;I was standing there quiet, congratulating them when they finished.&lt;br /&gt;Rob and Jeff partied a good deal, mind you, and yet Rob, I think, took longer than 99 seconds.  That was enough to tell me, not a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KC saw me, yelled to the entire pub that I hadn't dunked my ring yet, and so I was gonna have to dunk my ring all by myself.  Great.  So, I gave her my reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gave me Hornsby's cider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest is history.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114403092577269658?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114403092577269658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114403092577269658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114403092577269658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114403092577269658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/04/bumspace-0001-ring-dunking-pt1.html' title='BumSpace - 0001 - Ring Dunking pt1'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114403086647209869</id><published>2006-04-02T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T19:21:06.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BumSpace</title><content type='html'>A picture paints a thousand words... &lt;br /&gt;Some are spoken. &lt;br /&gt;Some are restrained. &lt;br /&gt;Some are implied. &lt;br /&gt;Some...some, you just form your own little story of the given moment...all depends on the point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting a new thing, called "BumSpace".&lt;br /&gt;Snippets of moments in my life.  Some of it, at the time, and...yet... still now,&lt;br /&gt;I am left asking,&lt;br /&gt;"What the Fuck?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But more often than not, I laugh at it anyway just because, what are the odds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This can only happen in my world.&lt;br /&gt;This can only happen ... in BumSpace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114403086647209869?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114403086647209869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114403086647209869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114403086647209869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114403086647209869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/04/bumspace.html' title='BumSpace'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114402502219139250</id><published>2006-04-02T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T17:43:42.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rules of EPO Club</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The first rule of EPO Club is, you do not talk about EPO Club.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The second rule of EPO Club is, you do NOT talk about EPO Club.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If someone is EPO, you don't let them know they are EPO.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can be surrounded by more than EPO.  If so, RUN.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You TOO can be an EPO.  So be mindful.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;EPO can frustrate, but don't let them get to you.  -They- are EPO.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;EPO can upgrade to APO. (annoying purposes only)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If confronted by APO, use the buddy system.  Call a friend to bail you out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You do NOT let EPO know they are EPO.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114402502219139250?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114402502219139250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114402502219139250' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114402502219139250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114402502219139250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/04/rules-of-epo-club.html' title='The Rules of EPO Club'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114379598519577057</id><published>2006-03-31T00:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T01:06:26.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>to thine own self be true</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pink Tiger mentioned a girl at open mic night who had this tattoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmm.  Might have to attend open mic night one of these nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In the meantime, being true to one's self should seem easy enough, except, it's not.  Pretty sad when you lie to your own self, but even worse cuz you let yourself.  Me? Right now?  I'm pretty honest with myself, and that's very liveable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Work has been work this week, and for the most part, it's had its share of EPOs for everyone, but i guess there'd been enough buffer of humor or what not that you can't help but just say ha ha ha, fuck it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The lightsaber project was sorta put on hold this week.  I'm going to start it up again this weekend.  I basically know what must be done, but now it's just a matter of implementing and getting it over with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've got some other friends who'll help me make a cloak, robes, and whatever else.  I swear, this year is going to be frickin awesome, and it's already 25% complete.  Scary, right?  ha ha.  so true though.  It's a great year in the making.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Darth Maul's lightsaber should be shipping out sometime this week.  I have to call Bob and find out when to expect the darn thing.  ah, can't wait. Simple pleasures.  Erin was pretty reassuring during one of our tests at work.  As geeked and nerded out as I can be, she said it's cool cuz she still likes me.  And if she can think it, anyone can.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Had yet another midterm this week. No idea how i did til next week, and though i answered all the questions, i know i f'd up the second one.  Here's to bonus points and partial credit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I got some news this week that I did not expect for a little bit.  For those who know, don't comment about it.  ;)  Let me keep my secrecy a little bit longer.  For those who don't know, it's nothing special.  Just expecting some stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BumPod has come a long way.  I've finally figured out the DVD to iPod process.  BumPod currently has his contingent of music, music videos, video clips, and podcasts... but now, BumPod also has:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Matrix, Matrix Reloaded, Matrix Revolutions, Star Wars Eps. I, II, and III, and The Incredibles.  Yep.  so far, seven feature length movies.  Ah, BumPod just kicks all ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not much else to report. I've got some family coming up next week, so I'm already anticipating their arrival.  Gonna be a busy weekend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's 3am, and yet i'm not lonely.  I'm not really tired either, but out of habit, i'll go on to sleep.  Had meetings today, and i think they went well.  Tomorrow (Friday), we shall see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh...forgot to add.  Got two of my Star Wars autographs, and also from last week, after visiting the Darth parents and Kerry, I got an Xmas present from the Darths, which i didn't get last time... an autographed pic from the creator of Master Yoda.  How cool is that???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok, gonna call it a Thursday.  Ninight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114379598519577057?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114379598519577057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114379598519577057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114379598519577057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114379598519577057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/03/to-thine-own-self-be-true.html' title='to thine own self be true'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114345037373641054</id><published>2006-03-27T01:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T01:06:13.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BumPod, Welcome to the Dawn of a new age</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Much of this weekend, aside from doing chores and errands, housework and garden work, baking brownies for game night on Saturday to baking a cake from scratch for my aunt's bday tonight when she came over to visit....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Much of this weekend was also spent on what I thought was only a dream...only a remote possibility...  And yet... now, I must say.... Arise, Darth BumPod, Arise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For now, not only do I have music...to make me dance the days away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For now, not only do I have podcasts...to entertain and make me laugh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For now, not only do I have video clips...such as THE JUGGANAUT BISH, and music videos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can now watch my movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And to start things off, I used one of my original DVDs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;years ago, my first few DVDs included Titan AE and a few others... I also had Star Wars Episode I.  and so, what else SHOULD be the first?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Indeed.  Everywhere I go, the Force goes with me.  :)  It has...begun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114345037373641054?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114345037373641054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114345037373641054' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114345037373641054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114345037373641054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/03/bumpod-welcome-to-dawn-of-new-age.html' title='BumPod, Welcome to the Dawn of a new age'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114325601463506072</id><published>2006-03-24T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T19:06:54.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week in Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Monday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Work.  Ha ha.  after the messed up sleep patterns, I'm surprised I made it in before 10.  But, it was a nice busy day.  Paperwork and drawings, meetings and the usual.  Can't complain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tuesday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nothing eventful, or else I'd still remember it for tonight.  Softball game started at 6pm, so I had to miss out.  Spring Break was over, so it was back to class.  We got our midterm exam grade back for this class. I made a 95.  Not too shabby.  Philosophy grows on you, I guess.  That was pretty much it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wednesday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ya know, just like Tuesday, same old.  Can't recall doing anything different.  For some reason, I expected Hailey to get proposed to this night.  She told me a few things, and I was trying to convey to her, tonight is the night.  But, I guess to not get her hyped up, she did not let herself get excited.  Oddly enough, yet happily enough, her BF did propose to her this wednesday.  Yet another happy engaged friend.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thursday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Meetings, drawings, paperwork, etc.  Did I mention multiple EPOs throughout the week?  I just might decide to post some new strips if I get the motivation.  Went to class at an art exhibit.  pretty cool stuff.  Afterwards, visited the Darth parents in Katy, and then paid a surprise visit to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Kerry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  We chatted for a bit, and then I headed home.  It was so nice to see her.  It'd been too long, and she looked cute as ever.  I saw a cool fire truck, fire engine, and ambulance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Friday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, it's still going.  EPO was on full alert.  From two sources.  But, with the skills of a ninja, managed to avoid getting EPO'd.  After work, stopped by Radio Shack, and the Lowe's.  That's been the week in review. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This weekend, gonna do chores and errands, study for the other class midterm, and also go to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Juliette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;'s for Game Night.  Ah, something to look forward to...  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114325601463506072?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114325601463506072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114325601463506072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114325601463506072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114325601463506072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/03/week-in-review.html' title='Week in Review'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114325514178182029</id><published>2006-03-24T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T18:52:21.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just got a call a few minutes ago, and it started off as what seemed to be a telemarketer.  Normally, i'd just say, nope, sorry, not interested, but thanks anyways.  I've rarely been rude to one unless they had that approach.  Tonight was no different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I do have to question though, that every time i pick up the phone (and this is generally the window for dinner time), i always get asked for the man or woman of the house.  Um... let's pretend he's speaking then, shall we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So tonight, this one was a non-profit organization trying to bring out more family movies on TV and the theater.  It started as being asked if I felt parents or grandparents were losing control against what is watched.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My reply?  No.  The parents are not losing control.  It's called, BE RESPONSIBLE, BE A PARENT.  If you let the kids watch movies, it's you, not Hollywood's fault.  Hollywood is in it for the money, and as the whores of California as they are, they will do whatever it takes to sell.  Can you blame them?  No.  Not really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, they then ask me if I had kids.  I played along and said yes.  They then said that as a 'concerned parent', it was time to stop talking about it, and start taking control.  And they said they had several corporate sponsors, but the main one was some Family Entertainment Corp. or something.  Whatever.  And so they asked if this company can call me.  I said, No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, they said, well, we'll just put down a note to ask for the woman of the house.  And I had to respond at this time and said, How about not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, he kind of felt the tone in my voice, and said thank you for my time, etc...and I said thanks back and to have a good night.  I figure, he's just doing his job.  Lord knows, he might probably prefer doing something else, especially at 8 or 8:30pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But, i just think, ya know, if ya want to monitor what the kids watch, be more active.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You can't be there all the time, either.  But ya know, I'm also the kid who went with my Dad and saw Scarface in the movie theater when I was 6 yrs old.  Shit, I remember the movie and that time as if it was yesterday.  Ha ha.  And am I complaining?  No.  Does that make me or my Dad a bad person?  No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rule # 18:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Stop blaming others. Take responsibility for every area of your life".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114325514178182029?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114325514178182029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114325514178182029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114325514178182029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114325514178182029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/03/family-movies.html' title='Family Movies'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114284029260039202</id><published>2006-03-19T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T23:38:12.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it could be sweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;right now, i'm having one of those random moments, where, if i type what's on my mind as it happens or what not, don't be surprised if you end up saying once or more than once, what the hell is he taking about.  at least it's not one of the truly random moments that i'm known for by some friends, but still...  just felt like...typing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just finished watching forrest gump again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's one of my favorites.  it's one of two movies i ever got on VHS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ah, the good old days...  lots of cliche's and expressions from that movie, and though it's now among what we would and could call old school movies, the quotes still ring true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Friday, i was sitting on and against the patio railing outside of Molly's and I tried to get &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brian&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to sit next to this cool chic.  It finally paid off... also helped getting &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Player&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to buy in on it.  And &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brian&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was like, i'll be damned if you set me up before i set you up.  ha ha, i laughed.  we'll see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But, i was told to bring my "A" game Saturday, and I'm like... ha ha, what A game?  i never know what hits or misses like Battleship, but whatever...  right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was looking at the counter and it said at the time that there were 9601 hits on the blog.  Yeah, it records those who don't stay too long, but still.  every now and then, i stop to see if it's anyone i know.  sometimes, i wonder if the very folks i'd wonder about how they were doing were the ones that found me and reading up on how i'm doing.  well, that's what comments are for.  and i get very few comments back.  only &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Smiley's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; fully exempt from commenting, for the most part cuz he reminds me in the morning what i blogged about.  ha ha.  so true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The brownies actually turned out just right.  but as it is, i have to go buy some groceries tomorrow, or at least remind myself.  i was supposed to go today, but decided against it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's 1:26am right now, and i'm gonna try my darndest NOT to stay up until 5am or so for the 3rd night straight.  fun and all, but ha ha, it's a monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i've made some friends from Canada, and I've mentioned &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Delaineya&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; several times on the blog, and right now, i'm wondering how she's doing.  Aside from just the usual curiousity on my friends and hoping all is well with them, while watching Forrest Gump, they showed some of the beautiful scenery and one of them took my mind back to Alberta.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I haven't REALLY been actively seeking this, well, not as much as i should, but i've lost a good 7 or so pounds, and hopefully it's a trend that continues for a lil bit.  i can't play softball this week or the next couple of weeks cuz of the game times versus classtime on Tuesday, but who knows?  we may have yet another early dismissal or no class at all.  if all else, i can't wait for the next 9pm game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Next Saturday is another game night.  i had fun last night and the company was very fun too.  no, i don't think i brought any A-game of sorts, but still.  it was fun, and i could almost be myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;almost be versus actually being myself... there's a concept.  i guess it's when there's someone there that, well, i don't want to fuly say "impress" because that implies a bit more, but just... in the sense of making first impressions at all, i just didn't want to be a full goober.  if only life had post-game reviews.  ha ha.  sometimes.  i'm looking forward to attending yet another one of these game nights.  hopefully schedule permits.  as an aside, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brian&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and I chatted when we had both left, and the reason why &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Juliet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; looked different from the first time i'd met her was, one, i was a wee bit tipsy the last time after 4 crown and cokes, but at the same time, she also had a different hair color.  hmm.  :)  still. cute all the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i put some new pics up on myspace, and took down some of the older ones.  that's all about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i could probably say more, but right now, just not feelin up to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but in the meantime, hope all y'all have a kickass (and not an ass kicked) week.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114284029260039202?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114284029260039202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114284029260039202' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114284029260039202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114284029260039202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/03/it-could-be-sweet.html' title='it could be sweet'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114282308260583975</id><published>2006-03-19T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T18:51:22.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not quite yet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so i posted at 1:53 this sunday morning, thinking, that would be it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was wrong.  Somehow, i had this notion to go ahead and do some stuff, so, once again, i failed to sleep early.  ha ha.  I went ahead and did two loads of laundry, and then folded them, went ahead and baked some brownies, and they turned out nicely, and also watched Tears of the Sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After that, went ahead and started on looking at the budget and what not, all the while watching the dvd, waiting for the brownies to finish, and the 2nd batch to finish, and then put them in the dryer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Somehow, i started falling asleep around 6 or 7am, and called it a night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Woke up, started cleaning around the rooms again, vacuumed, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Finished doing budget stuff, and I guess for the most part, the place is in decent order.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;While I was cleaning around, I watched some of Jason X (no, not a Malcom X sequel, but a Friday the 13th movie).  For some stupid reason, Fox, who was supposed to frickin show NASCAR, showed frickin COPS instead.  WTF?  So right now, I'm visiting nascar.com... and realized why.  Heavy rains hit the Atlanta Motor Speedway, and they've postponed until Monday... but then again, Monday doesn't look that great either, so it may not be until Tuesday for a race.  Who knows...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;About to eat dinner in a few, but it's been a fairly productive and fun weekend.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114282308260583975?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114282308260583975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114282308260583975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114282308260583975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114282308260583975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/03/not-quite-yet.html' title='Not quite yet'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114275593412490537</id><published>2006-03-18T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T00:12:14.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forward to something</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just living on a Sunday morning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;got my toast and tea and I'm warm and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just thought I'd think about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All the things to get and keep getting,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;never enough not enough and never ending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just thought I'd think about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The comfort of a knowledge of a rise above the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;above could never parallel the challenge of an acquisition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in the here and now, here and now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;These are some fave lyrics from an old Letters to Cleo song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's Sunday morning, and while I don't have toast and tea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm thinking of cookies or whatever's in the pantry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but I'm warm and i'm smiling cuz tonight was a fun night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As a flashback to Friday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Work was work, and by 4:30, it wound down and the group was either gone physically,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or already celebrating being irish somewhere.  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;os&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;even said, "Are you in?  Are you a team player?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I replied, "Yes, Jose, I am a MexiCAN, not a MexiCAN'T"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;os&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; laughs, because oddly enough, this is the first time he hears this, so he then goes to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Pink Tiger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and asks her ...almost the same thing, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Yessica, are you in?  Are you a MexiCAN'T or a MexiCAN'T?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That threw us all off for a bit and I started to grin and laugh.  Poor &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Jo&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, left work, caught up with everyone over at Molly's and had a few, and then pizza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After a long time, and by then, our group on the patio dwindled, i went and checked out some stuff at Best Buy and Borders.  Ended up getting two books from Borders, so that was cool.  After that, due to a lot of caffeine in me, I just couldn't sleep.  Ended up watching Pulp Fiction, reading one of the books, checked out eBay, and discovered a really cool program to edit stuff... as mentioned in the previous posts.  Yeah, so cool, i lost track of time again and went to sleep at 5:30 or 6:00am or so.  Woke up around 12, ate brunch, then watched Cradle to the Grave with DMX and Jet Li.  After that, cleaned around the house a bit and watched some of the March Madness.  A&amp;M lost by one point.  They did well, but...last minute shot got them.  Maybe next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After the game, got ready really quick, and then headed over to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Juliette's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; place for some games.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ah, good times, fun times.  We played Cranium in teams, and later played Settlers of Catan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was fun, but I do feel bad that we ganged up on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Juliette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; during Settlers...mainly cuz she was whupping the three of us there playing with/against her.  I haven't played board games in so long, that it's such a welcome activity and it was so much fun, we lost track of time again.  I just got home a short while ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She's really nice and friendly, and cute too.  I've got &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Brian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to thank for the extended invite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114275593412490537?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114275593412490537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114275593412490537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114275593412490537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114275593412490537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/03/forward-to-something.html' title='Forward to something'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114271602387845737</id><published>2006-03-18T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T13:07:03.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Crashers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/1600/weddincrash-WSsm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/400/weddincrash-WSsm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've secretly replaced the champagne toasts&lt;br /&gt;with Jagermeister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see if they notice the difference...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114271602387845737?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114271602387845737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114271602387845737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114271602387845737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114271602387845737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/03/wedding-crashers.html' title='Wedding Crashers'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114271497105019308</id><published>2006-03-18T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T12:49:31.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled Mayhem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/1600/willybum-matrix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/400/willybum-matrix.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha ha.  i discovered a new cool program that I can play around with and edit pictures.&lt;br /&gt;a VERY scary thought.  here's one of the first products, as seen on myspace...well, at least for now until I get tired of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Wilson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Bum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... in the Matrix...&lt;br /&gt;very scary.&lt;br /&gt;vary funny.&lt;br /&gt;very...indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114271497105019308?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114271497105019308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114271497105019308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114271497105019308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114271497105019308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/03/untitled-mayhem.html' title='Untitled Mayhem'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114258373372297280</id><published>2006-03-17T00:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T00:22:13.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a long week done</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ok, since i haven't posted much at all this week, let's recap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Monday... start of spring break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Didn't really do much other than work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tuesday... what's new?  uh huh.  work.  i was acting section mgr.  muhahahaha... ok, so i didn't really do anything official, but hey, it was nice and quiet.  EPO moments left and right, so much to name, just trust me on this...  EPO was in rare form and got everyone.  I was supposed to meet up with an old classmate and her kid for lunch.  Planned it from last friday.  Yeah, she didn't return my call and what not.  Same one who has a record of standing me up.  Ha ha.  I almost expected it.  She had her reasons which she gave at the end of the day, but by then it was like... we'll see what the rest of the week holds...prolly meetings...  anyways... we had doubleheader softball games.  The first game was cool.  We lost, but we had a chance.  Apparently, according to Jim, they were the #1 team, and for a while, we did have a chance.  The second game was even better.  We won.  15-5.  Muhahaha.  I struck out mainly cuz the other team was distracting, but by second at-bat, i knew to ignore them.  Got on base with a single.  Next person got out, and it was Jim's turn to bat.  Jim had pulled some muscles or something so he wasn't at full capacity.  He hit the ball towards shortstop, who then gave the ball to second to force me out at second.  Yeah, I knew I was out, but then I figured, slide into second and break up the double play.  It worked. :)  Second baseman jumped up to avoid me but didn't have enough to make a play.  Funny thing is that after that, I ended up pinch running for Jim.  Next at bat, got on base, onto second.  Jim hit it nicely and i got on in and scored.  Fun Tuesday night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wednesday.  So yeah... i slid into second.  tore some skin off again, just like last week. BUT, last week wasn't as bad.  just more of scrapes than anything.  This week, took a good amount of real estate with me, so every morning and every night, gotta change out bandaids and all that.  fun fun.  work was work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today as Thursday can be, work was ok starting off, but was near ass-chewin' cuz of budgets.  argh, i know it's part of the job, but still.  got stuff done, but still.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Friday is gonna be one of those days, let's see what it holds. It will be busy, and I know a lot of stuff will get done, but ha ha...we'll see.  St. Patricks Day is upon us once again.  Usual ritual for the last few years is to go to Molly's and Cellar Bar.  I may go, but only for a short bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not much else planned for the weekend other than errands, chores, and going to a get together Brian mentioned.  That and start studying for the other midterm and start a term paper.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fun, right?  of course!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114258373372297280?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114258373372297280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114258373372297280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114258373372297280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114258373372297280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/03/long-week-done.html' title='a long week done'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114258287850996387</id><published>2006-03-17T00:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T00:07:58.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Juggz got ya</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/1600/juggernaut1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/400/juggernaut1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the afronaut with the juggernaut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"don't you know who i am?  you must not know who i am, i am the juggernaut, bish, i'm bad...i'm the baddest mutha&amp;amp;%#@ in the world"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114258287850996387?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114258287850996387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114258287850996387' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114258287850996387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114258287850996387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/03/juggz-got-ya.html' title='Juggz got ya'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114223572412124220</id><published>2006-03-12T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T23:42:04.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Junk in the trunk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;on myspace, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Stacie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; love posted the following:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Stacie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: "Mimi has a new boyfriend. He's Asian."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ruben: "Is it Bum?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Stacie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: "No, Bum likes his wimmins with junk in the trunk." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My response, as I smile at this, and tell Stacie as well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's not junk in your trunk...  That's &lt;em&gt;precious cargo&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114223572412124220?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114223572412124220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114223572412124220' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114223572412124220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114223572412124220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/03/junk-in-trunk.html' title='Junk in the trunk'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114223461632905005</id><published>2006-03-12T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T23:23:36.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Morning in the morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This weekend was pretty ... well, not so much eventful, but i did get some things on my list done.  I'd wanted to get started on my lightsaber project, and so I started getting parts on Friday after work.  Saturday, it was mainly a day of putting things in order, cleaning around and what not.  Got that done too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today, went to church, then started on errands.  Exchanged the light switch and battery holder for the lightsaber to a cooler light switch and also a single four-pack versus individual battery packs.  This will require a slight change so I have to find a wider pipe where I plan to keep the batteries, but... we'll see.  As is it, Mom said she felt bad that I'm making my own and why not just buy one.  Ha ha.  &lt;a href="http://www.firesidecollectibles.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Bob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;has one I can buy, but since i'm waiting for Maul by the first week of April, I'm just gonna try and have fun with this new project.  We'll see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Also picked up some mulch and did some yard work in the back.  After that, did a lil domestic cleaning around the house.  Exciting life, right?  I had to sandpaper the polycarbonate rod, but not sure how much i had to sand off.  I'll have to ask the friends at work in a few hours.  Other than that, it's really been uneventful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just finished watching Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.  It's almost how I remembered from reading the book some time ago.  It's always funny associating faces with names.  Sure, my imagination while reading the book already knew what harry potter, hermione, and ron looked like, as well as hagrid... but the others are just cool comparing between book and movie.  Yeah, I saw the first movie and then started reading all the books.  Right now, I'm waiting for the next book, as well as next movie.  As it is, it's gonna have more 'sequels' than star wars, unless they start going into Tales of the Jedi or Expanded Universe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's gonna be a long week as far as work goes.  I can almost feel it.  We're on spring break this week from school, so that is cool.  One midterm already done, but we have another a week after we get back.  Hmm.  might actually study this week.  That and a term paper for the other class.  I'm curious how I did in the first midterm.  It didn't seem too bad while taking the test, and I did study for it... we'll see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Two games on tuesday. If they need me, i'll play.  But since they're early games, who knows.  Maybe more people will show up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So yeah, that's been this weekend.  No EPO tonight or during the weekend.  Not so much that there's nothing to base them on, but aside from no time, eh... let's see what the rest of the week brings.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114223461632905005?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114223461632905005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114223461632905005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114223461632905005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114223461632905005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/03/monday-morning-in-morning.html' title='Monday Morning in the morning'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114215577060898189</id><published>2006-03-12T01:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T01:29:30.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday morning late night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ha ha, so right now, to me, it's still saturday evening cuz i haven't slept yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today was a lazy day of sorts as I only stayed at home, but i got some cleaning done, and some chores around the house.  i wanted to watch harry potter on DVD this weekend, but looks like Friday and Saturday were no-go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Right now, i'm about to hit the bed, but just wanted to say that my custom lightsaber design is almost done.  well, yeah, practically it's done, minus a few details.  I have to go to Radio Shack and exchange some of the parts I bought for something I think is better.  It'll shave off a few inches overall.  At first I was scared that the single-blade lightsaber was too long, but as it is, it's only 1.75 inches longer than the one Darth Vader used, so, it's all good.  Besides, this one is custom so, it can be however i like it.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's gonna look frickin sweet, and it's taken me some time to get motivated to, 1, start a new project, 2, start a lightsaber project, and 3..well... and find people who'll help me learn how on this first one.  ha ha.  something to pass the time until the Darth Maul lightsaber comes in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok, the week prior was kinda blah.  nothing much else to report outside the status blogs and the EPOs.  Yeah, I know, lots more EPO comics this week and the previous week than the others combined, but ha ha, even Player noted how much of an EPO week it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok, time to go sleep.  catch y'all laters!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, and also made some cool andy warhol-esque pictures of &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cindy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Wilson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Stacie R&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114215577060898189?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114215577060898189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114215577060898189' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114215577060898189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114215577060898189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/03/sunday-morning-late-night.html' title='sunday morning late night'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114188951286482023</id><published>2006-03-08T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T23:31:52.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Duel of the EPO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ok, here's another quick one cuz i actually want to sleep before 1:30AM...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Work was unusually high with EPO.  Mine forced me to seek shelter away from the source.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Funny thing is, when i had stepped out, partially cuz of the excess EPO, it had spread off onto everyone else like a plague.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When I came back, I just hid in the lab and started getting down to work on some drawings for Pepe.  Actually got them done uninterrupted, and the rest of the day was nice and quiet.  I'd intended to stay long enough to make up hours and not have to use vacation.  As it is, I went ahead and reviewed paperwork and stayed an hour over what I needed, so...ah well.  No complaints there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But yeah, it was so bad, i just took my lunch outside and ate inside my truck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Other than that, not much else to really report.  No word from my friend via email...  I guess lost cause, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ha ha.  ah well.  so close, yet so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114188951286482023?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114188951286482023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114188951286482023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114188951286482023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114188951286482023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/03/duel-of-epo.html' title='Duel of the EPO'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114188821688362943</id><published>2006-03-08T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T23:10:16.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>E.P.O. - Jugganaut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/1600/EPO-0036-EPO%20WARS%20-%20Jugganaut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/400/EPO-0036-EPO%20WARS%20-%20Jugganaut.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114188821688362943?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114188821688362943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114188821688362943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114188821688362943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114188821688362943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/03/epo-jugganaut.html' title='E.P.O. - Jugganaut'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114188817242356079</id><published>2006-03-08T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T23:09:32.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>E.P.O. - Comparing Notes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/1600/EPO-0035-EPO%20WARS%20-%20EpisodeIII.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/400/EPO-0035-EPO%20WARS%20-%20EpisodeIII.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114188817242356079?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114188817242356079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114188817242356079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114188817242356079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114188817242356079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/03/epo-comparing-notes.html' title='E.P.O. - Comparing Notes'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114188805423001903</id><published>2006-03-08T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T23:07:34.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>E.P.O. - Unlimited EPO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/1600/EPO-0034-EPO%20WARS%20-%20EpisodeII.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/400/EPO-0034-EPO%20WARS%20-%20EpisodeII.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114188805423001903?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114188805423001903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114188805423001903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114188805423001903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114188805423001903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/03/epo-unlimited-epo.html' title='E.P.O. - Unlimited EPO'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114188798963391079</id><published>2006-03-08T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T23:06:29.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>E.P.O. - Tempting of the Fates</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/1600/EPO-0033-EPO%20WARS%20-%20EpisodeI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/400/EPO-0033-EPO%20WARS%20-%20EpisodeI.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114188798963391079?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114188798963391079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114188798963391079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114188798963391079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114188798963391079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/03/epo-tempting-of-fates.html' title='E.P.O. - Tempting of the Fates'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114188345591799835</id><published>2006-03-08T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T21:50:55.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JUGGERNAUT - pt1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cuz I am the JUGGANAUT, BIIIIITCH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/1600/jugz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/400/jugz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114188345591799835?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114188345591799835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114188345591799835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114188345591799835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114188345591799835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/03/juggernaut-pt1.html' title='JUGGERNAUT - pt1'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114187375248813267</id><published>2006-03-08T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T19:09:12.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Went Wrong with Lando?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Man faces jail time for selling crack&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;A City of Poughkeepsie man faces a stint in jail for dealing crack in the city last year.&lt;br /&gt;Landocalrissan Butler, 25, of Winnikee Avenue, entered a guilty plea Tuesday in Dutchess County Court to attempted criminal possession of a controlled substance, a felony. Butler told Judge Thomas J. Dolan he had five small bags of crack in his pocket Dec. 22 when police arrested him on Morgan Avenue. He said he intended to sell the drugs.&lt;br /&gt;In exchange for his plea, Butler was promised a sentence of six months in jail and five years on probation. He will also be required to forfeit a cell phone and $432 police said he obtained through illegal drug sales.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Butler remains jailed pending his sentencing, scheduled for April 4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and here I thought Lando was more pimp than hustla...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114187375248813267?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114187375248813267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114187375248813267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114187375248813267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114187375248813267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-went-wrong-with-lando.html' title='What Went Wrong with Lando?'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114169512312059438</id><published>2006-03-06T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T17:32:03.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For a smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In the last year or so, i've noticed myself doing something out of habit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Whenever a female friend of mine is having a birthday, I'd get them, at minimum, some flowers on their birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't know why I've started doing this.  Maybe it's because I don't really have a stable person to, not so much impress, but just get a daily smile out of.  So, I rely on these friends to take a placeholder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's that instant, and you can try capturing it on film, but then you lose sight of it... but there's that instant of elation or whatever.  surprise, maybe?  there's just that look they have that I did something right and it was worth the flowers.  worth it for that smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ok, so maybe it wasn't just in the last year, but when I was still in college, there was a rose garden in front of the library where Starrla, KC, and I worked.  Starr would smoke against the pillar and watch me stand and hop around on the granite blocks, then i'd head over to the roses and snip a red one or a yellow one.  Yellows were my fave cuz they smelled better.  So, I'd trim a few roses and hand them to Starrla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Come to think of it, I also gave some to Starrla's friend Amy cuz for awhile, her nickname for me was Flower Charmer.  Ha ha.  :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mom said I used to pick dandelions and other flowers when i was a kid and give them to her and other people.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Still remains, I guess.  What I would do for a smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114169512312059438?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114169512312059438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114169512312059438' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114169512312059438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114169512312059438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/03/for-smile.html' title='For a smile'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114169287559751135</id><published>2006-03-06T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T16:54:35.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1200</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1200 posts... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I woke up this morning, knowing if I had anything to do today, it would be to get a birthday cake and flowers for &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Erin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Work Erin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Yep, she's 20 today. She's prolly gonna read this sooner or later, ha ha, she's finally been introduced to the b-log. After that, then I am on Hailey's time, which I didn't find out til I got t work. Poor woman, she's all real sick and all, and she still tried to go to work til I told her to stay home. One, she'll be ineffective. Two, she'll be tired out quickly. And three, if she continued to get sick, she might get everyone else sick, or make her worse. Three reasons already to stay at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Work was work today. Not so much bad or EPO'd or anything, but actually got stuff done. There's just not enough time in the day because although a lot was actually done on this monday, there's just stuff to be done tomorrow.  I had to leave work early today because of dental appointment.  Actually, just after I got up around 7:30, dentist's office called and said they had an opening at 4pm, so, i took it.  I'll just have to do the other appt later this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, after the dental appt., i just wanted to call it a day, and headed for home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114169287559751135?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114169287559751135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114169287559751135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114169287559751135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114169287559751135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/03/1200.html' title='1200'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114162898688065696</id><published>2006-03-05T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T23:09:46.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>E.P.O. - Got a minute - Darth BumPod</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/1600/EPO-0032-DarthBumPod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/400/EPO-0032-DarthBumPod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114162898688065696?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114162898688065696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114162898688065696' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114162898688065696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114162898688065696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/03/epo-got-minute-darth-bumpod.html' title='E.P.O. - Got a minute - Darth BumPod'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114162818993687560</id><published>2006-03-05T22:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T22:56:29.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>E.P.O. - Got a minute - BumPod</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/1600/EPO-0031-BumPod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/400/EPO-0031-BumPod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114162818993687560?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114162818993687560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114162818993687560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114162818993687560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114162818993687560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/03/epo-got-minute-bumpod.html' title='E.P.O. - Got a minute - BumPod'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114162813147204215</id><published>2006-03-05T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T22:55:31.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>E.P.O. - Got a minute - pt3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/1600/EPO-0030-GotAMinute3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/400/EPO-0030-GotAMinute3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114162813147204215?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114162813147204215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114162813147204215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114162813147204215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114162813147204215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/03/epo-got-minute-pt3.html' title='E.P.O. - Got a minute - pt3'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114162809665241430</id><published>2006-03-05T22:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T22:54:56.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>E.P.O. - Got a minute - pt2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/1600/EPO-0029-GotAMinute2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/400/EPO-0029-GotAMinute2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114162809665241430?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114162809665241430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114162809665241430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114162809665241430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114162809665241430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/03/epo-got-minute-pt2.html' title='E.P.O. - Got a minute - pt2'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114162804154149926</id><published>2006-03-05T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T22:54:01.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>E.P.O. - Got a minute - pt1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/1600/EPO-0028-GotAMinute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/400/EPO-0028-GotAMinute.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's been much too long since the last EPO... November 2005, if I remember correctly... back for a limited time... B-log proudly presents...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;EPO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114162804154149926?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114162804154149926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114162804154149926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114162804154149926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114162804154149926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/03/epo-got-minute-pt1.html' title='E.P.O. - Got a minute - pt1'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114162147773730873</id><published>2006-03-05T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T21:04:37.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doom and Elektra</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The new members of the family:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/1600/Doom.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/400/Doom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Doctor Doom&lt;br /&gt;-You know, I didn't expect Dr. Doom to be as big as he was... but good grief, when I was at the store, I was like...holy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/1600/Elektra.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/400/Elektra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elektra&lt;br /&gt;-You've seen Daredevil, you've seen Elektra... I actually had the comic books. :)&lt;br /&gt;Had,being the key term. Some of them went to bringing this one home. Pretty darn spiffy. Her sai are actually diecast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sideshowcollectibles.com"&gt;Sideshow Collectibles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; continues to kick ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114162147773730873?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114162147773730873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114162147773730873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114162147773730873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114162147773730873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/03/doom-and-elektra.html' title='Doom and Elektra'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114162112413592557</id><published>2006-03-05T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T20:58:44.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lord Vader</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here are some ofthe pics for the &lt;a href="http://sideshowcollectibles.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sideshow Collectibles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;Darth Vader Premium Format statue. Yes, it lights up. I tried to take a lit up pic, but... ha ha, it was so dark, so all you can see are the lights. Also included is a pic of the Vader helmet from earlier with lightsabers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/1600/Vader1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/400/Vader1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Dark Lord of the Sith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/1600/Vader-light.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/400/Vader-light.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; The Dark Side lights up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/1600/VaderVSSauron.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/400/VaderVSSauron.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Dark Lord of the Sith, Darth Vader...&lt;br /&gt;versus&lt;br /&gt;The Dark Lord of the Rings, Lord Sauron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/1600/LordVader.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/400/LordVader.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114162112413592557?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114162112413592557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114162112413592557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114162112413592557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114162112413592557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/03/lord-vader.html' title='Lord Vader'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114161541590249404</id><published>2006-03-05T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T19:23:35.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG Vienna Teng OMG</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so i was on &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/bum22"&gt;myspace &lt;/a&gt;showing &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cindy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; my new layout, and so i wanted to change the song playing, and i finally picked a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Vienna Teng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; favorite.  yep, she's on myspace.  so, i checked her &lt;a href="http://www.viennateng.com"&gt;webpage&lt;/a&gt;, and OMG OMG, she's coming back to Houston this May!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I AM SO TOTALLY FRICKIN GOING THERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mom says, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;don't you...have a final that night?  Really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i'm like, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ha ha, fuck it, i'll speed to Houston after my final&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She laughs, and says, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;you love that girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114161541590249404?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114161541590249404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114161541590249404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114161541590249404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114161541590249404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/03/omg-vienna-teng-omg.html' title='OMG Vienna Teng OMG'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114161444570516545</id><published>2006-03-05T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T19:07:25.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Next?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, i'm checking email before eating dinner,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and, ha ha, i got yet another rejection letter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;they've "received my wink, reviewed my profile, and are not interested".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No problem.  just one less person to shed hope for.  Ha ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so, as in the past, let's review why we're not a match.  There's a trend going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Current assessment, i'm doing something wrong, or i'm ugly in some way or another.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;About her and what she is looking for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am looking for a positive friendship that could turn into something more. I have not had much luck meeting quality guys in the bar so I decided to give this a try. Let me tell you a little about myself. I am an elementary teacher. I love working and being around children. I am honest, kind-hearted, sweet, silly, hard working and trust worthy. I am a good listener and a go getter. I believe in having dreams and working to reach your dreams. I am also creative, motivated, down to earth, and easy going. I love to get dressed up to watch a musical and also lounging on the couch watching T.V. I am always up for a new adventure. I enjoy being on/ near the water . I like floating down river, water skiing on the lake, jet skiing, and I want to learn how to wake board. I am an all around good person. I do not like arguing with people. I stand my ground but I am able to do so with an open mind . When it comes to dating, I do not like playing games nor do I like being played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking for someone that is honest, motivated, romantic, has a great sense of humor, and intelligent. I want someone that is family oriented with similar values as mine. I would like to meet someone that is exciting and somewhat of a thrill seeker. You should also enjoy children and traveling. If this sounds like you let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in living everyday as though it might be your last. I believe that you shouldn't do anything that you will be ashamed of later.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;About her date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hair: Blonde,Dark blonde,Dark brown,Light brown,Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;YEP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eyes: Any&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;YEP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Height: 5’ 6" (167.6 cms) to 6’ 3" (190.5 cms)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;YEP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Body type: About average,Athletic and toned,Slender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;YEP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Languages: English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;YEP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Ethnicity:Latino / Hispanic,Native American,Pacific Islander,White / Caucasian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;YEP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Faith: Christian / LDS,Christian / Other,Christian / Protestant,Christian / Catholic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;YEP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Education: Associates degree,Bachelors degree,Graduate degree,PhD / Post Doctoral,Some college&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;YEP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Job: Any&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;YEP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Income: $35,001 to $50,000: $50,001 to $75,000: $75,001 to $100,000: $100,001 to $150,000: $150,001+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;YEP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Smoke: Occasionally,Trying to quit,No Way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;YEP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Drink: Social drinker, maybe one or two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;YEP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Relationships: Never Married&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;YEP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Have kids: None&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;YEP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Want kids: Definitely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;YEP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Turn-ons:&lt;br /&gt;Boldness / Assertiveness,Brainiacs,Candlelight,Dancing,Erotica,Money,Power,Thrills,Thunderstorms,Flirting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;YEP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Turn-offs:&lt;br /&gt;Sarcasm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;YEP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114161444570516545?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114161444570516545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114161444570516545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114161444570516545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114161444570516545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/03/next.html' title='Next?'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114161326112283513</id><published>2006-03-05T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T18:47:41.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning out my closet... part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I got home after the comic store, lunch, and errands... cleaned a lil bit around the house, and rearranged my stuff to have space for the Dr Doom and Elektra.  After that, helped Mom lean around the garage, and on the way back inside, i looked at a set of envelopes... i knew from who, and i just stared.  instead of walking in, i got the envelopes and went inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;These letters were dated 1995, with the last one sent March 6, 1995.  How rare, considering tomorrow will be 11 years...  letters from a friend i'd made, and she was really sweet and cute too.  we'd write each other once a week for a bit, and then she moved...and then we lost touch.  But the letters, i kept all these years, dunno why.  we'd actually write 8-page handwritten letters to each other, etc.  Ha ha, Bum in rare form, i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'd tried to look for her on and off through the years with no luck.  I'd get someone with the same last name, tried calling, and said either they didn't know where, or didn't know who at all.  On and off, i'd look.  Tonight, i tried my luck again, and oddly enough... found someone i think might be her... except in a different part of the country.  oddly enough, it was via the blog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm not sure if it's her in a picture since it's been awhile, but if it is, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;* it's her, at her desk... with a lot of baby pictures on her wall.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[pause]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is where I say, "DOH!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway, i sent her an email asking if it was her and giving a small background in case she forgot...and why i was saying hi.  cross your fingers and let's see if she replies.  who knows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'd just like to get in touch and keep in touch with an old friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We'll see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114161326112283513?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114161326112283513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114161326112283513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114161326112283513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114161326112283513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/03/cleaning-out-my-closet-part-2.html' title='Cleaning out my closet... part 2'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114161262970471978</id><published>2006-03-05T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T18:37:13.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning out my closet... part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;today has been productive of sorts, but the night so far has been...mixed emotions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No, nothing bad, but just... ya know the feeling when ya just get drained a good deal and you just don't know the outcome?  it's almost like taking a test and not knowing how you did...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so, time to elaborate, huh?  ok...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;today, i woke up and went to church.  after mass, i went to the comic book shop to see what of my comics and old loose figures they'd take back for store credit.  I expected maybe making just $120 due to sheer quantity....and luck.  so, i showed them what i had.  some of the books were actually worth a bit, and the figures brought in a good deal too.  Basically, when the dust settled, they took all i had to offer, and offered me back $430 in store credit.  I was like, OH SHIT!  No way!  man, these guys rock my world.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, they had an Elektra Premium Format statue, and they also just received the Doctor Doom  Premium Format statue, both from Sideshow Collectibles.  Pretty pricy and right now, no longer available from the SSC store.  Ebay has them priced around the same price, but there's also shipping to worry about.  Ha ha, i traded up my quantity for quality.  I swear, these statues kick ass.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After that, met up with the parents, had lunch, and ran an errand.  After that, went on home and cleaned around the house...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114161262970471978?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114161262970471978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114161262970471978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114161262970471978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114161262970471978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/03/cleaning-out-my-closet-part-1.html' title='Cleaning out my closet... part 1'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114153509104767961</id><published>2006-03-04T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T21:04:51.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horn tootin on friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Friday at work was a day of work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I had four hours to get 40, but ended up saying i'll work 44 for the week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By the time I left, I racked up about 46, but i'm still gonna call it 44.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Even if I didn't even finish my lunch and what was warm spaghetti was cool by the time i was done.  but hey, it was a work day, and some good stuff was done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Terry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; got his stuff taken cared of and met his challenge.  He just has to tie up some loose ends on something on Monday, but i'm proud of him for "getting 'r done".  Poor guy, he was gonna wait several hours to get two signatures on some paperwork just so a third person will sign it.  I asked for his paperwork, and told him, nuh uh.  you're good to go, and if anyone questions, take this work instruction with you.  you're good to go.  So, that saved a few hours wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hailz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was busy all week.  Poor woman, she's to young for this stress, but she's a trooper.  She got a lot of stuff done too, and while next week isn't going to let up much, she's still hanging in there and making me proud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Player&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?  well, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Player&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Player&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  Scary, but I see myself in him.  All the things I did when I first started, he does.  And he's eager.  Anyway, it's just funny cuz i'd remember all the grief and smiles i gave my supervisors back then, and he's doing some of them now.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But the horn tootin' moment for Friday?  Two PhDs who I respect a lot cuz I know they know a LOT of stuff, stop me just when I'm about to sneak off with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Pink Tiger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to sign some paperwork AND finish my lunch.  They wanted to get some info on something they got an email on.  And i'm thinking,  "you guys are asking me?  Your two PhDs make my BS cower."  Anyways, I told them I'd get on it right then and there, bail on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Pink Tiger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and headed for my desk.  Sure enough, a few minutes later, I'm sending info to the printer when they're done chatting with one of the other engineers.  I asked, "where are y'all goin'?"  They said they were heading back to their desk, and I smiled and said, "well, at least wait for the info you wanted."  You got it already?  "Yep"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;t was a nice feel good moment when I actually can help out.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank you, Google.  :)  ha ha ha ha.  ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114153509104767961?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114153509104767961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114153509104767961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114153509104767961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114153509104767961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/03/horn-tootin-on-friday.html' title='Horn tootin on friday'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114153015725164272</id><published>2006-03-04T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T21:05:35.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring 06 cleaning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today was a day of errands, and now it's a night of spring cleaning...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'd planned to have the oil changed and tired rotated on the truck, as well as get new passport pictures. So far so good. Woke up at 10am, though i was awake since earlier, on and off. What sucked was that Dad's worked called at 4am to ask if he was still coming in. Argh, call at -5- AM, not -4- AM, retards! ha ha, those who know me would prolly be saying, "Does it matter, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Bum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? That's the time you're just getting to sleep anyways." Ha ha, I'd played &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;BLACK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; again on &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Xbox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; last night, but went to sleep around 2am, i think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, back to this morning... changed the oil, got passport pics taken, got the tires rotated, did two loads of laundry and folded all done, and then started to go through one of the closets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's been a long wait to get to this point, but I'm starting to let some stuff go. Either given away or just try to get some credit at the comic book store. AS it is, I'm getting rid of a lot of comic books, so much so that I'm cutting down what I have by 75-80%. Well, that's if they take that much from me. I'm sure they'll say yes to some, but No to most, but i'll make them a good offer. I'm also getting rid of several action figures. I'm crossing my fingers and hoping they'll work with me. They've done so before. :) My quantity for their quality. They are the friendliest comic book store i've ever been a regular to. The others, while one was cool and nice to me, the rest... didn't even bother to put them in my address book. This one, i have their three branches on my address book, and they're all friendly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Other than that, about to go eat dinner. Three medium sized bins of comics and figures. I think I can go through a few more... we'll see. But, that's been my Saturday so far. Later, i'm prolly gonna treadmill and watch an episode of Grey's Anatomy/Season I, an Anime series, or some other dvd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114153015725164272?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114153015725164272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114153015725164272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114153015725164272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114153015725164272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/03/spring-06-cleaning.html' title='Spring 06 cleaning'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114137898753460054</id><published>2006-03-03T01:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T01:43:07.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>quick and dirty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;here's the quick lowdown...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;work was ok, went to class, had fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we recapped prehistoric art, ancient art, all the way up to roman and byzantine art.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;midterm is postponed unil a week after spring break.  we all agreed on how weird and demented the last museum visit we had was. i had fun, but yeah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;after school, went to Best Buy, got the CDs Mom wanted... also picked up BLACK and Lego Star Wars for XBOX, and also Lady and the Tramp on DVD.  played BLACK for a while...well, til 2:30ish.  decided to check work email to track a package, bt instead, ended up reviewing paperwork and a drawing.  sick, i know, but i figured, why not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so, not even at work yet, and already put in an hour effort answering emails, reviewing, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hmm.  no complaints, one hour earlier i can go home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not much else to really note...thank goodness it's friday.  it's gonna be a fun one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ninight.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114137898753460054?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114137898753460054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114137898753460054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114137898753460054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114137898753460054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/03/quick-and-dirty.html' title='quick and dirty'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114127931808391998</id><published>2006-03-01T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T22:01:58.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The old ballgame</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;back in 2001, i had a pretty rough month in May.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Two trips to the ER, within weeks of each other...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;one such trip, the second one, really, was because of an incident during a softball game.  I was playing right field, and it was during a night game.  A pop-fly was coming round that and i basically had it.  well, except for the fact that i was possibly impatient, or just wondering, where the hell is the ball?  so, although i had the glove waiting, i wondered where is the ball.  i move the glove, WHAM... softball gets my lip, i'm bleeding, and the temporary tooth tht was there in place of the tooth i'd lost 2 weeks prior got knocked out.  Go figure.  didn't hurt anything else, teethwise...just that one tooth.  that was my last game for awhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2 yrs later, the team needed someone to fill in.  i got my cleats and glove out of retirement a few games, and actually did alright.  i'm not a power-hitter, so i won't fool myself swinging for the fences.  what i DO like to do is aim for the holes in the defense, get on base, and advance runners if possible.  And for the most part, i'm pretty consistent when it comes to getting on base.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;during this stint, i was on first, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;RRowland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was up to bat, and he can hit decent, but i run much faster.  well, he hit the ball around shortstop and 2nd, and i'm making my way to second.  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Rob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was prolly gonna get thrown out so I basically slid into second.  Note: I've played soccer more than anything in my life, so when I slide, it's basically to slide tackle.  So, I slid towards 2nd, and the 2nd baseman tried to get a throw off to 1st, but I'd gotten him good enough that he never got to make that throw.  Not so much a dirty tactic, it was a clean slide.  &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Rob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; was safe  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Enter 2/28/06.  We didn't have class this Tuesday so I'd volunteered to play.  The usual comments about, "oh, he's going to hurt himself again", etc etc came up.  I roll with the jibs, but you know...I'd only been hurt once, and I wasn't the oly trip to the ER.  Jim's gotten hurt several times, and he also took stitches.  Randy ran to the backfield to catch a ball, and ran into the fence.  Only thing is, he didn't run towards the fence that would bend, he ran into the pole.  Falco was waiting for a grounder on 1st.  It took a funny hop and pegged him on the forehead.  Stacey got on on the ankle on a mean grounder.  (and Jim might deny this, but he's been injured way more times than anyone else).  That said, I had to stop by Walmart to pick up some gear.  Made it in time to get a few throws and a little stretching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let's see, who was there to play?  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Player&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;ip&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Rob R&lt;/span&gt;., &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Michelle&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Stacey&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Rob K&lt;/span&gt;., &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Jim&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Terry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;(female),&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Erin&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Donna&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  Stace had asked e to play catcher, and I was like...doh!  i once took a check-swing to the forehead when i played catcher...that's why i moved to right field.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, luckily, the Umpire said i could pretty much stand beside him and nowhere near the batter.  awesome.  that i can do.  so, yeah, i played catcher and it was cool.  During bat, i got on base both times, so i can't complain.  In one of the last innings, though, there was a scare.  Terry and Jim were going for the same ball and I thought they knew where the other was... nope.  They collided, took each other out.  I think it still counted that Terry caught the ball...not sure, but the game was still in play.  Rob R. picked up the ball, and it either got relayed, or he threw it himself, but it went left to our side of the dugout. I went to get the ball just in case, thinking, who in their mind would run towards home, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The big 3rd baseman from the other team was chugging towards home, and i was like, aw crap.  So I braced the ball inside my glove, and waited til he got closer to the plate and pretty much stood up to him, took a bit of a hit, but held onto the ball.  Yep.  he was out at the plate.  :)  Jim would have been proud, but he missed it.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ah well.  We didn't win the game, but, ha ha, "we were all winners".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114127931808391998?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114127931808391998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114127931808391998' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114127931808391998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114127931808391998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/03/old-ballgame.html' title='The old ballgame'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114110664120347357</id><published>2006-02-27T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T22:04:01.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Space is Your Space</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Checked out my Myspace,&lt;br /&gt;hollered at a HS friend of mine, and&lt;br /&gt;once again, that sent me down on the mission to track down some old HS classmates. Weird and funny that way, but ya know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I prolly said hey to about 10 old classmates from my graduation year down to c/o 97. now will any of then respond is another thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that reminds me, i gotta go say hey to one of my old classmate's wife at work so i can say hey to him and all. it's been 12 yrs. that's too frickin scary saying that, but yeah, it has been 12 frickin yrs. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114110664120347357?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114110664120347357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114110664120347357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114110664120347357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114110664120347357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-space-is-your-space.html' title='My Space is Your Space'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114110285562869634</id><published>2006-02-27T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T21:01:34.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ha ha ha ha ha</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so like... i was bored with eBay, and so I decided to check match.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as of 2/27/06, 38 views, 1 wink (from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cindy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;). i didn't expect anything out of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;with plentyo'fish, ditto. again, expected nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yahoo. ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i was actually surprised:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"You have a new message."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oOOoooooo. oddly enough, this girl's name is also Cindy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"On 02/26/2006 05:46 pm CST, Cindy wrote:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks but I just don't think we're a good match. Take care"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, let's see why i'm not a good match.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Can you sweep me off my feet?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Age: 23; Houston, TX&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Active during the last 3 days &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;About Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Name:Cindy&lt;br /&gt;Gender:Woman seeking a Man&lt;br /&gt;Marital Status:Single - never married&lt;br /&gt;Body Type:Slender&lt;br /&gt;Height:5' 2"&lt;br /&gt;Eyes:Hazel&lt;br /&gt;Hair:Light Brown&lt;br /&gt;Ethnicity:Hispanic/Latino&lt;br /&gt;Sense of Humor:Friendly, Clever / Quick Witted, Dry / Sarcastic, Campy / Cheesy, Goofy&lt;br /&gt;Social Setting:Social Butterfly&lt;br /&gt;TV Watching:Sitcoms, Dramas, Movies&lt;br /&gt;Smoking:Doesn't smoke&lt;br /&gt;Drinking:Drinks socially&lt;br /&gt;Living Situation:No Answer&lt;br /&gt;Have Kids:No&lt;br /&gt;Want (more) kids:No Answer&lt;br /&gt;Education:College Grad&lt;br /&gt;Employment Status:Full-time&lt;br /&gt;Occupation:Other&lt;br /&gt;Income:I'll tell you later&lt;br /&gt;Religion:Christian / Catholic&lt;br /&gt;Attend Services:Weekly&lt;br /&gt;Political Views:No Answer&lt;br /&gt;Astrology:Leo&lt;br /&gt;Languages:English, Spanish&lt;br /&gt;Interests:Arts, Community Service, Dancing, Movies, Religion / Spirituality, Television&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;In my own words&lt;br /&gt;I spend most of my time working (as an Event Coordinator, super-fast paced!) and then destressing from work. What that often entails is usually a good TV show like CSI or a comedy sitcom like Friends, Will &amp; Grace, King of Queens or anything else that I can get a good laugh out of. I also destress by exercising but it doesn't happen very often, so instead I hang out with friends. I'm also really involved in Church. Two of my passions are my Catholic faith and dancing. More specifically I love dancing to Latin music. If money was not an issue I would travel around the world; been to Mexico, Canada, Germany and I plan on going to Australia! To me faith, morals and a good sense of humor are highly important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;About My Match&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Location:Within 50 miles of Houston, TX&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Age: 24 - 30&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Marital Status:Single - never married&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Body Type:Average, Fit &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Height:5' 5" - 6' 5"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eyes:Any&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hair:Black, Blonde, Light Brown, Dark Brown&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ethnicity:Caucasian (white), Hispanic/Latino, Inter-racial&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wrong kind of asian, but i have hispanic in me, and i act like a southern boy/Texan...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sense of Humor:Any&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Social Setting:Any&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;TV Watching:Sitcoms, Dramas, Movies&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Personality Type:Any&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love Style:Romantic, Passionate, Spontaneous&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Smoking:Doesn't smoke&lt;br /&gt;Drinking:Drinks socially&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Living Situation:Any&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Living Situation:Drinks socially&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have Kids:No &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Want (more) kids:Any&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Education:College Grad, Post-Graduate&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Employment Status:Full-time, Part-time, Self-employed, Student&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Occupation:Any&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Income:Any&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Religion:Christian, Christian / Catholic&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Attend Services:Any&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Weekly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Political Views:Any&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Astrology:Any&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Libra/Scorpio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Languages:Any&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Interests:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Community Service&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Dancing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Dining&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Movies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Listening to Music, Outdoor Activities, Religion / Spirituality, Watching Sports, Travel, Television, Playing Music, Playing Sports&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Long story short, i wouldn't make a good match. :) Ah well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114110285562869634?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114110285562869634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114110285562869634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114110285562869634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114110285562869634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/02/ha-ha-ha-ha-ha.html' title='ha ha ha ha ha'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114102192006213722</id><published>2006-02-26T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T22:32:00.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>can't grrrr at ice cream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;friday, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cindy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and I were to go out for ice cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well, she asked what i had planned, and i had nothing, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so, after work, we went to get ice cream, walked around Best Buy, and then checked out Borders.  DVDs and TVs to books and magazines.  always fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;while at best buy, we played on the Xbox 360, and since she didn't want to do football or whatever, we picked the racing game.  ha ha, she beat me by 4 points in racing.  evil evil, but fun.  i remember when years back, we in our group would go to Chick-Fil-A every Tuesday, and after lunch, stop by Best Buy to pick up the newest DVD releases, and then the co-op and I (whomever it was at the time, but my fave was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Christy West&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;), we'd play for ice cream.  ah, god times, good times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;at Borders, we checked out some new release books, then checked out graphic novels.  (comic books except in a bound, better paper quality)  then, i looked at CDs and a lightsaber, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cindy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; checked out DVDs.  we met up at the magazine rack where she checked out People and I checked out Maxim.  *lol*  fun times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I got home, checked out my dvd player on the laptop, but it was just not working out.  so, after tinkering, finally got it to work.  it all started cuz of iTunes and me importing songs into &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;BumPod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, but i figured out what was wrong, reset the laptop, and all was good.  So, with that, I watched Tenjho Tenge Volume 5 anime (can't wait for the next installment) on Friday night, and then watched The One (with Jet Li) on Saturday night.  tonight, after blogging, i'm prolly gonna call it a night and get ready for bed.  but, it's been a nice and quiet weekend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;chilled saturday, church on sunday, and now... the week awaits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114102192006213722?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114102192006213722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114102192006213722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114102192006213722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114102192006213722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/02/cant-grrrr-at-ice-cream.html' title='can&apos;t grrrr at ice cream'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114102142341756748</id><published>2006-02-26T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T22:23:43.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change of Philosophy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm sitting here, chatting with &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cindy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, and I read someone else's blog/journal from a mutual acquaintance.  well, her friend, my acquaintance.  we work for the same place, and he's recently turned in his resignation to take a higher paying job at a different company.  well, teammate company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;apparently, he got his review and got his 'raise'.  He wasn't to happy, and he was also being courted by the other company.  he didn't give exact numbers, but it didn't seem cool on my side.  basically, i don't mind other people's money.  that's the bottomline.  what i do care about is mine, and i've been shafted a few times in the industry, by what now seems to be two companies.  how have i been shafted?  ah, i could count the ways.  but first, this guy... he expressed his dissatifaction on his raise, so they went back and said they'll see what more they can offer.  he went back to the other company, and got them to up their offer, which is much bigger than his current company.  so... the fact that the current company is willing to up the offer, that is what gets me.  what the courting company is wishing to offer is external for that is no longer the case with me.  but the current company is, and it ain't cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Friend in the same position told me we were not considered anything more than overachieving project engineers, which is why we aren't making as much as we should be.  so, if i get this right, the extra responsibilities we have, the extra duties we perform, the extra stress we now have... we're going the extra mile but does not equate to extra pay.  but, to somwhat compensate, he says, the company will add a little bit more to the percentage we would get as raises...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;before you think i'm a greedy bastard, you have to realize... i used to think company loyalty.  but when i got shafted once for overtime by the previous company, and the team morale at that time was low... i was not too happy.  they needed volunteers to deliver something and they needed it ASAP.  quicker was better.  no takers.  so i asked if OT was ok.  it was.  so, i volunteered.  for shits and giggles.  and a little spending money isn't too shabby.  i get the hardware out in a week, along with working my projects and also doing console support.  i fill in my timesheet and all was good.  following monday, i got a call by the then manager telling me i had to adjust my hours, and it would end up my 10 hrs of OT would decrease to like...3.  i pulled my supervisor, told him, that ain't cool.  i was ok'd by my supervisor, and the customer was happy with my performance.  he brought it up with the mgr, and still, i had to 'adjust' my hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i cursed for that.  under my breath.  curses are funny that way,...  but i told my supervisor that morale was already low, they had issues getting volunteers, and that i already donated hours weekly, and the one time i wanted to get money for it, i got shafted... i was not happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;new company, new time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;same old shit.  i referred two of our teammates to the company.  this was last year.  we filled out the referral forms.  this was like spring/early summer 05.  i followed up with one of the admins 3 weeks later, they said the policies were not in place yet.  ok.  i'll wait.  i checked in august.  "what forms?"  you lost the forms???  so, i sent an email to HR.  no reply.  september.  no reply.  fuck this.  i email their dept. mgr in Nov. wondering wtf.  the mgr is surprised, and gets her people to reply to me.  i fill out the forms.  again.  and follow up.  they process them.  it's now Feb.  fixing to be march.  nothing yet.  tomorrow, i will make it my mission to get the answer i want.  same old shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;raise?  hmm.  yeah.  i am unhappy at that.  i try my darndest to deliver hardware on-time or way ahead of schedule. any means necessary (as can be allowed).  i have tried to mentor two new people.  i've had to undergo a cross of sorts by listening to pessimism 95% of the week from someone.  and i have to listen to EPO most of the week as well.  i'm not superman.  i'm human.  and given my human nature, a simple "thank you" nor another piece of paper Acheivement Certificate just does NOT cut it anymore.  I'm not bragging, simply stating the truth.  When i first got my first two, three Certificates, they were great.  but i can't even count or remember how many i have unless i physically count them.  it's not i have 20+, but still.  i think i actually have the highest total count in the group, but it doesn't put anything in the paycheck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When I used to work for this Army Colonel and I was the office manager, he put me in charge of 4-6 people.  he also told me that the reason why America was how it was labor-wise was because there was no loyalty to the company anymore.  He said this because of one of the workers just having no motivation, etc.  I took this lesson to heart, having dedication to the company.  It's been shaken once, but rejuvenated temporarily.  Unfortunately, that has slipped again.  and frankly, it's irreparable.  if it takes you to coerce me to deliver, if i don't deliver at all, fine.  If i suck at my job, if i need more direction than is really needed, if i didn't do my job really, fine.  but if i damn well, do it, don't do this shit.  team morale is low.  manager said i help bring team morale up.  i can't do this forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114102142341756748?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114102142341756748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114102142341756748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114102142341756748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114102142341756748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/02/change-of-philosophy.html' title='Change of Philosophy'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114076981097050890</id><published>2006-02-24T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T00:30:10.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post for the Road</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i know i'd posted some whiny depressing shit recently, but it's been a long week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and now it's Friday.  it's totally on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I dunno how the day will go, except that i have an early meeting, and then after work, hanging out with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cindy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;for ice cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in between, yet to be seen.  but, the recap will be broadcast in blog for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;til then, it's Friday.  as marvin says,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;good golf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;good tennis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or whatever makes you happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114076981097050890?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114076981097050890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114076981097050890' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114076981097050890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114076981097050890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/02/post-for-road.html' title='Post for the Road'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114076966062122025</id><published>2006-02-24T00:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T00:27:40.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lord Vader</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Master Replicas came out with Scaled versions of lightsabers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.45 scale to be exact. Now, they made both Jedi and Sith, but i mean...come on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Darth Bum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Darth Ball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;... which side do i pick?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yeah, so, i picked up the Sith lightsabers, but who's the bad ass of them all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vader&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Riddell, maker of football helmets, as well as scaled helmets, made a .45 scale helmet of the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Dark Lord of the Sith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Again, normally goes for 50+, picked t up for half price. So here you go now:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/1600/vader1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/320/vader1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/1600/vader2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/320/vader2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/1600/vader3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/320/vader3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/1600/vader4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/320/vader4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114076966062122025?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114076966062122025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114076966062122025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114076966062122025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114076966062122025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/02/lord-vader.html' title='Lord Vader'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114076932661357513</id><published>2006-02-24T00:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T00:22:06.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheap Solo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sideshow Collectibles produced a 1/4 scale of Han Solo in a polystone statue format, or as they call it, Premium Format (PF). The PF Han SOlo came as a regular version or as an exclusive version (different base, and comes with a medal like in the end of SW:IV).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the regular version is retail 250, and sells on ebay for nothing less than 180 plus shipping. I lucked out cuz the one i picked up was for 114. not too shabby, and it surprised even some of the fellow collectors on one of the forums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well, i like it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't wait for the Darth Vader to arrive, and the Leia one isn't too shabby either.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/1600/soloPF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/320/soloPF.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114076932661357513?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114076932661357513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114076932661357513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114076932661357513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114076932661357513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/02/cheap-solo.html' title='Cheap Solo'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114076911414999952</id><published>2006-02-24T00:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T00:18:34.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spaceball 69</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One of the cool projects we (&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hailz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Pink Tiger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Smiley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;)got to work on at work was to certify a basketball for the NBA for use in the international space station. so yeah, during the NBA all-star game, 2006, an astronaut and a cosmonaut appeared on tv, with a basketball, hats, and shirts with the NBA logo and what not. yep. that was one of ours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Spalding had only made 2006 total gameballs with the All-Star Game printed on it, and we had flown 1 of 2006. which made sense when i was at the store after my shift at the NASA booth that i wouldn't be able to find it. BUT, i got one just as cool...well, maybe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i picked up #69 of 2006. *lol*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so, though we would never be allowed to keep 1 of 2006, i got my own as a keepsake, and it's all good all the same. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/1600/nba6901.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: center; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/320/nba6901.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/1600/nba6902.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: center; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/320/nba6902.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114076911414999952?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114076911414999952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114076911414999952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114076911414999952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114076911414999952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/02/spaceball-69.html' title='Spaceball 69'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114076875177152880</id><published>2006-02-24T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T00:12:31.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Day New Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;today was a much better day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;BumPod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; kept me company at work for most of the day.  I guess I got some stuff at work done.  We got some bad news about deaths within the company, whether direct or indirect.  Bad sad news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Had chinese food with &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jess&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Jodie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  Funny thing is, last time we all sat down to lunch together, oddly enough, it was again at Pei Wei.  Always fun, always yum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok, today, after lunch, I made a quick trip to Best Buy and got Tenjho Tenge: Round 5.  Argh, the reason why i hate ...well, ok...dislike... series on DVD is that...well, especially in the case of anime, is that... you watch a dvd, which has oh so many episodes, and you get left hanging until the next one comes out.  here, i have to wait 2-3 months in between DVDs.  very evil.  ha ha, so, maybe tonight, or what's left of it, i'll watch the episodes.  Pretty cool.  Nothing says "giddyup" than Anime women dressed in schoolgirl outfits that can kick some ass with samurai swords.  The guys can kick ass too, but, i mean...come on.  schoolgirl outfits.  Stay with me here.  I'll admit, one of the criteria for my dreamgirl is that she looks good in a schoolgirl outfit.  *lol*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyways, what else... saturday is the mgr's bday.  in following with some tradition, i went ahead and 'trashed' his desk.  Hopefully, he'll have some of the humor he told me he would have.  in any case, i took pictures and will try to post them, maybe tomorrow, after i get them off the camera at work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;went to class today, but tonight it was held at the contemporary art museum.  neat works of art...kinda disturbing in some, pretty cool in others.  one was this gigantic chalkboard with an imprinted outline of the US Flag.  The artist encourages the viewers to write down in chalk what they thought what it was to be an American.  Some wrote down "Walmart", some wrote anti-Bush statements.  one wrote anti-war, one wrote "ashamed"  one wrote "LMAO".  Me?  I put down my slight rendition of the pledge of allegiance.  under God, Allah, Buddha, etc.  our assignment for next week is to summarize and provide opinion on one of the sets of art we saw from the two different artists showcased.  part of the class, we also had to sit and listen to two artists present slideshows, and field questions.  hmm...we were like...WTF.  some of the art they showed was cool.  some... uh huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that was it for the most part.  chatted with &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kerry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cindy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  and had to also tell &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Maizzy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that everything's gonna be alright.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and now... pictures...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114076875177152880?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114076875177152880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114076875177152880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114076875177152880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114076875177152880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/02/new-day-new-stuff.html' title='New Day New Stuff'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114067084897037144</id><published>2006-02-22T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T21:00:48.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BumPod says</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jesus, don't want me for a &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;sunbeam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Sunbeams&lt;/span&gt; are never made like me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What else should i be &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All apologies &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What else should i say &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyone is gay &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What else could i write &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i don't have the right &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What else should i be &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All apologies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i'm a &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;creep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm a &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;weirdo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What the hell am i doing here?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i don't belong here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i don't care if it hurts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i want to have control.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i want a perfect body.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i want a perfect soul.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i want you to notice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when i'm not around.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're so very special&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wish i was special&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But i'm a &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;creep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm a &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;weirdo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What the hell am i doing here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when i don't belong here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i don't belong here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114067084897037144?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114067084897037144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114067084897037144' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114067084897037144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114067084897037144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/02/bumpod-says.html' title='BumPod says'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114067025358421451</id><published>2006-02-22T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T21:03:30.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>whiskey evening</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the loser (vs the gambler)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;on a warm winter's eve,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;on a life bound for nowhere,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i stared myself in the mirror,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i just want to go to sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;work was work as usual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;went to molly's for my supper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;got home and got some nagging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i feel like a creep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i just try to do my hardest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and try with my darndest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but no matter how hard i try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i fall short in the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my parents are unhappy with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and somehow i don't blame them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so tonight i'll call an early night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and my pillow as my friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mom says i'm getting fat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;actually, she says, getting fatter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i go out drinking way too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm spiralling downhill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i just make her upset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she says that i disappoint them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;keeps asking where they went wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i keep my mouth shut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i just try to do my hardest&lt;br /&gt;and try with my darndest&lt;br /&gt;but no matter how hard i try&lt;br /&gt;i fall short in the end&lt;br /&gt;my parents are unhappy with me&lt;br /&gt;and somehow i don't blame them&lt;br /&gt;so tonight i'll call an early night&lt;br /&gt;and my pillow as my friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hey, less than a week, someone other than myself tells me twice or so i disappoint them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;first saturday, now tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but hey, every morning, i still stare at the mirror and try to fake a smile for 930 to 630.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sooner or later, the caffeine will run out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;coasting at work. i won't pray for a reprieve, just keep coming cuz i have a lot of minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;right now, i'm happy being single and alone cuz lord knows, if i disappoint some folks, if i had a significant other, i'd probably disappoint them too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;only thing i look forward to is class. not so much philosophy, but i do sketch in my notes to make the time pass faster... but art class. there i haven't disappointed anyone yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dear lord,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i fight sleep often enough, that if i went willingly to sleep tonight...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114067025358421451?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114067025358421451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114067025358421451' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114067025358421451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114067025358421451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/02/whiskey-evening.html' title='whiskey evening'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114060284145070151</id><published>2006-02-22T01:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T02:07:21.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BumPod Status for 2/21</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;BumPod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Log, Stardate 02-21-06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Although the last update was awhile ago, I did add Sergio Mendes' Timeless CD last week.  It's more Will.i.am more than anything, but the collection has me dancing all the same.  As for this week, well... today... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;BumPod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; got a lil mix of Willie Nelson, Waylon Jennings, Johnny Cash and Jimmy Buffett.  Tonight though, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;BumPod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; got a dose of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bad&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;email podcasts.  Oh yes, my dear friends.  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; muthaf'n &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; emails.  No, they're not the full versions as seen on homestarrunner.com, but, they're made for the &lt;em&gt;iPod&lt;/em&gt;...or in this case...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;BumPod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After that, Poor &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;BumPod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; could use some music videos, so I hooked it up with some Gorillaz Inc, Tupac, Evanescence, Fatboy Slim (Weapon of Choice, of course), and a cool remix using Duel of the Fates scenes from Star Wars I.  oh, and just to make me laugh now and then, I also added Triumph the Insult Dog when he was screwing around with the people waiting in line for a Star Wars Premiere.  a classic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;good times, good times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;BumPod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; now has 1317 items, at 4.97 GB capacity.  :)  all is good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114060284145070151?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114060284145070151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114060284145070151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114060284145070151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114060284145070151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/02/bumpod-status-for-221.html' title='BumPod Status for 2/21'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114059173568001268</id><published>2006-02-21T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T23:02:15.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>one of those days at the computer</title><content type='html'>ever have one of these days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.break.com/index/patiencechild.html"&gt;http://www.break.com/index/patiencechild.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114059173568001268?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114059173568001268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114059173568001268' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114059173568001268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114059173568001268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/02/one-of-those-days-at-computer.html' title='one of those days at the computer'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114058087347694863</id><published>2006-02-21T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T20:01:13.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>why do i blog 022106</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so yeah... like, i finally broke down and told &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Erin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that I had a blog.  Well, no, it's not like a hidden secret or anything, and now that she knows of it, she's gonna read this entry too...maybe...if she even ventures on over here...  ha ha.  that in its own way seems a lil awkward, and yet...not.  but anyway, during work, we (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Smiley&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hailz&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Pink Tiger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cindy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, etc) would talk about the b-log, and it'd be like... some inside thing, which, to some degree, it is.  and i reckon i'd get hushed about it when she looked quizzically.  (say quizzically three times real fast...did you even get it out right two times?  ha ha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ok, so...why do we blog?  i don't know.  some blog in private.  some blog in semi-private.  some blog their privates.  oh..wait.... i mean... ha ha, but yes, i blog because of boredom.  i blog because someday, my memory will start failing, and it would be nice to have some help remembering what i saw, what i did, what i thought not to far off from when it occurred.  maybe there are some people who get the same things i do.  maybe not the same way, but with enough congruence to snicker or smirk at something odd and random.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;other times, i vent.  i vent because i learned long ago you can't always hold it in,  and if you did try to hold it in, well.... try not going to the bathroom.  yeah.  same thing.  i vent cuz i can get the exact words i want out....out.  no censoring for the most part.  then a year later, i re-read my vent and i laugh.  i laugh and say WTF.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that's why i blog.  to just... share what small gift of insanity i have.  to show what my eyes see.  to boldly go where Sheneneh said, "i know you didn't!"   *LAUGH*  ha, kidding....sorta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and that's why i blog.  any other bloggers out there, why do YOU blog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114058087347694863?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114058087347694863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114058087347694863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114058087347694863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114058087347694863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/02/why-do-i-blog-022106.html' title='why do i blog 022106'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114057982866989347</id><published>2006-02-21T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T19:43:48.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>is to does</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Friend of mine posted a lil something in her blog:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, I'm back in the single pool again. Why am I not surprised by this? Is is that I'm too picky? Why can't there be friendship, great sex, big family, laughter, etc....all in one damn package???? At least I'm not finding it....to those of you who do have it....congrats! I admire that. Keep me in your prayers!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i'd left the following as a comment.  Oddly enough, I post the response here to serve as a reminder to my own self.   for those who are in the habit of believing, &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;let go, let God&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the single pool... it's sometimes fun here, especially with a jacuzzi of friends to stir it up once in a while. picky is to picky does, sometimes i'm picky, sometimes i'm not. point is, everyone is, and everyone should be, or else they will not be content forever. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;friendship is free even though it has to be earned, but that's how the best things in life are. great sex, when it's there, is...well,...for lack of a better word... great. but sometimes, even blah is better than none. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;family... thicker than water, especially when it's hot water.. laughter... music of the gods... even when the music stops playing, you have to have laughter. even when there are no current motivations, that's when you go back to your memory and there you find the happy thoughts, the freeze frame where you know it was all good cuz it IS all good, and you smile. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All in one damn package... quite possibly. you just have to wait for it, and to some, it is on tap, to some, it's as elusive as a butterfly landing on you...unless as my friend KC said when you're at the butterfly museum (i so totally want to go now just for that reason).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;can't speak for anyone else but myself, miss M, but you're in my thoughts. smile. dance (especially disco, i think). ice cream (in moderation). and enjoy the single moments again before you go back to being taken. :) and never settle for anything less than what your being "picky" allows you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114057982866989347?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114057982866989347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114057982866989347' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114057982866989347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114057982866989347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/02/is-to-does.html' title='is to does'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114050890214151397</id><published>2006-02-20T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T00:01:42.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mardi gras time again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/1600/0122-CapnMorganBum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/400/0122-CapnMorganBum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/1600/0122-PirateBum-giddyup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/400/0122-PirateBum-giddyup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's that time of year again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mardi gras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yes... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mardi gras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just last year, we were pirating along N'awlins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This year, well... this year, dunno yet. but as it is, here's to last year...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;AVAST.&lt;/span&gt; good times, good times...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114050890214151397?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114050890214151397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114050890214151397' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114050890214151397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114050890214151397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/02/mardi-gras-time-again.html' title='mardi gras time again'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114050152832702189</id><published>2006-02-20T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T21:58:48.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>driving in front of the building</title><content type='html'>every morning at work, when i drive in front of the building, i look up to the American flag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;granted, this was drilled in my head when i was a kid, but the fact that i let it stay with me means i've accepted it as my own and not some mindscrambled jibberish... i still pledge my allegiance to the flag as i did when i was younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;growing up in class, we used to stand up, put a hand over our chest, and recite:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pledge my allegiance to the flag of the United States of America&lt;br /&gt;and to the Republic for which it stands&lt;br /&gt;One Nation under God&lt;br /&gt;with Liberty and Justice&lt;br /&gt;for All.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;driving by, i see the flag, and inside my head, i say those words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if anyone does this when they pass by the flag&lt;br /&gt;am i alone?  or are there others who do this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114050152832702189?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114050152832702189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114050152832702189' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114050152832702189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114050152832702189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/02/driving-in-front-of-building.html' title='driving in front of the building'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114050092476057793</id><published>2006-02-20T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T21:48:44.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lazy day Monday</title><content type='html'>monday&lt;br /&gt;president's day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did almost absofuckinlutely nothing.  ha ha&lt;br /&gt;ok, considering i caught up on SOME sleep yesterday... i mean, i woke up and got out of bed at 5pm yesterday... how's THAT for a sunday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched the NBA AllStar Game and saw the lil blurb showing the space station and the project &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hailz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and I worked on.. way cool.  i wanted T-Mac to win MVP, but...argh.  curses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but today?  let's see... woke up at 10, got up at 11, took a shower and then bought a Mace Windu exclusive from sideshow collectibles.  apparently, it sold out REAL quick cuz 30 mins later... all frickin gone.  i lucked out... i had two laptops going cuz it was difficult to get through, and finally made it with 6 mins left. well, there was not time limit, but it sold out 6 mins later.  way lucky this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did some budgetting..so far, so good.  had chicken sandwiches for lunch, watched Romeo Must Die and finished watching Bedazzled from nights ago.  no updates on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;BumPod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and for the most part... that's my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and talked with &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Kates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, but other than that... not so much else.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114050092476057793?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114050092476057793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114050092476057793' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114050092476057793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114050092476057793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/02/lazy-day-monday.html' title='lazy day Monday'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114032760490750244</id><published>2006-02-18T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T21:40:04.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NBA All-Star Weekend pt 4 - finally</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here are a few more pics from today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A billboard with a saying, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some NBA decor outside the GRB,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A big ass shoe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and these DJs from NC had a pretty kick ass jacket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/1600/signs2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/320/signs2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/1600/signs.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/320/signs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/1600/shoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/320/shoe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/1600/Bum-Squad.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/320/Bum-Squad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114032760490750244?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114032760490750244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114032760490750244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114032760490750244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114032760490750244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/02/nba-all-star-weekend-pt-4-finally.html' title='NBA All-Star Weekend pt 4 - finally'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114032732703879434</id><published>2006-02-18T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T21:35:27.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NBA All-Star Weekend pt 3 - while there</title><content type='html'>while i was there, i got to listen in on some cool concerts, and other things. i have this on a video, Saw Nelly, got a few autographs, and became a photoslut again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, you'll see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/1600/boxphotoslut02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/320/boxphotoslut02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/1600/boxphotoslut01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/320/boxphotoslut01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/1600/boxphotoslut03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/320/boxphotoslut03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/1600/nelly01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/320/nelly01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/1600/nelly02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/320/nelly02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114032732703879434?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114032732703879434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114032732703879434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114032732703879434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114032732703879434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/02/nba-all-star-weekend-pt-3-while-there.html' title='NBA All-Star Weekend pt 3 - while there'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114032704943517025</id><published>2006-02-18T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T21:30:49.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NBA All-Star Weekend pt 2 - work</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;More pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/1600/Suit04.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/320/Suit04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting there... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/1600/Suit07.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/320/Suit07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ready... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/1600/Suit09.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/320/Suit09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring it on! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/1600/Suit08%20-%20lean.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/320/Suit08%20-%20lean.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing Astronaut with an Astronaut lean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114032704943517025?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114032704943517025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114032704943517025' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114032704943517025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114032704943517025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/02/nba-all-star-weekend-pt-2-work.html' title='NBA All-Star Weekend pt 2 - work'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114032665363242082</id><published>2006-02-18T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T21:24:13.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NBA All-Star Weekend pt 1 - work</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This weekend, I volunteered at the NBA All-Star Game "FanFest" at the GRB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My shift was from 9am to 1pm, and given the drive and the weather, i actually woke up earlier than my alarm clock a second day in a row. Got there on time, and it was freaking cold. Basically, went there, helped the team set-up in preparation for the guests who would be attending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now, true to usual form, I have to admit, our team lead was darn cute. She looked a lil older, late 20s-early 30s, but yeah. cute. and no ring. *lol* Bum = incorrigible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, so after setting up and splitting up tasks, we started handing off NASA antenna balls to the guests who'd walk by. Television crews would come by and film as we did this, but we kept on. One of the guys during my shift, I already knew...but the others were new, and it was a very fun morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now, what made it even more interesting is that,...granted, i am very social. I was dancing near our area (but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;BumPod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;was left at home)... they had some loud hiphop next to us, so yeah, i was in the beat :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so, hiphop and antenna ball handing-out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And then, as i am easily amused, sociable, and what-not, i got my new task. it was a mix of me volunteering out of interest and curiousity, and being volunteered cuz no one else might have wanted to. What tasks? well... pictures were takenfor proof. ha ha. fun fun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/1600/Suit02.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/400/Suit02.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/1600/Suit03.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/400/Suit03.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114032665363242082?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114032665363242082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114032665363242082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114032665363242082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114032665363242082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/02/nba-all-star-weekend-pt-1-work.html' title='NBA All-Star Weekend pt 1 - work'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114024717075236942</id><published>2006-02-17T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T23:23:06.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the notebook</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dinner at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;olive garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that was the final answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well, pizza wasn't too appealing and i didn't think it'd do so well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;asian/chinese...eh, could pass on it. so, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hailz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; agreed to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Olive Garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. But then what? a movie would be good. which movie? i dunno. I'd wanted to finally see &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Notebook&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; just to see what it had, or, whatever else movie, i reckon. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Erin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; came with and that was cool. we all had dinner, the four of us, and then watched the movie at &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hailz'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The movie wasn't fully what i expected at first, and aside from the few cracks at the beginning of the movie, the movie was pretty nice. no, i didn't get misty like other folks in the past from what i'm told, but i liked the story, even to how it ended. i can see by the comments that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Erin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hailz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; gave about the movie before the movie why it's a neat story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as for the ending, i liked it. pretty touching and all that stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i guess, it was just a nice end to the night. the week, even.  for the times i was losing my mind, stressed out over one thng or another, and what not...i mean,  i might have enjoyed the night just as much with the company of others, but tonight... tonight ended nice, to me... just right.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for the company.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114024717075236942?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114024717075236942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114024717075236942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114024717075236942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114024717075236942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/02/notebook.html' title='the notebook'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114024581686244128</id><published>2006-02-17T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T22:56:56.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>an end to a week, 2-17-06</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i knew it would be a day that would never have a dull moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wasn't far off from the truth, really.  as late as i went to sleep last night, like, maybe around 3:30am, i'd chatted with two of my cousins, and also Tere and Toni.  woke up before the alarm clock, and just laid there staring.  closed my eyes again because somehow, i was clutching onto a pleasant dream i can't recall anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;beep beep.  hmm?  beep beep.  ah.  a pager.  beeping.  which means, a page.  so, i look at it, thinking, how long had it been since i was paged?  2 minutes.  i respond to the page, but no avail, so i left a voicemail message for the manager at USA.  i'm guessng i just laid down there staring at the ceiling again, and then beep beep.  beep beep.  so, i called again, and got word that the stuff we wanted in Florida arrived safe and sound.  wonderful news!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so, with that, got up, sent an email, took a shower and got ready for work.  i remembered i had a meeting with a director today, though not sure on the time, and if it would even take place.  needless to say, i didn't dress up for it.  if at all, it was pretty casual.  jeans and a budweiser shirt with penguins.  dooby dooby doooooo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hit the track running, replied to emails, reviewed some paperwork, picked up my badge to volunteer to Saturday's NBA All-Star Jam, then headed back to the office.  went to take a quick lunch, met with the director, and learned i was still gainfully employed.  not too shabby, i'm finally and officially an Engineer III, or one with 5+ yrs experience.  more for bragging rights, really... i looked at the sheet they gave me and i was like, huh.  i actually have been working here for this long and have had some of those skills for 5...up to 11+ years... how rare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and, what was to be a nice quiet afternoon had its usual issues, and, we figured them out as a team.  always good, but even better when you know you're down to the wire and it looks like it won't get pulled off, and...the team pulls it together and gets it done.  awesome how it works out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rest of the day was just review, review, review.  There were so many options on what to do for the friday, where to go, who to see, and ...well... it felt like Thanksgiving all over again  how so?  i was home alone during thanksgiving.  parents were gone back then, and i got invites from everybody.  ended up cooking chicken tenders, green beans, corn, and macaroni and cheese...  anyway, for tonight, opted to stay closer to home afterall. but that's another story.  as it is, today was a very nice day... a very nice day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114024581686244128?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114024581686244128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114024581686244128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114024581686244128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114024581686244128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/02/end-to-week-2-17-06.html' title='an end to a week, 2-17-06'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114025064149680832</id><published>2006-02-17T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T00:17:21.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>willpower</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;small steps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that's all there is to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this week was pretty gosh darn exciting, not in the action movie sense, but more of just being anxious.  actually, there'd been several times throughout the last few weeks.  Even &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pepe &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;has asked for one.  but as it is, i've been good for what seems to be a month now.  willpower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no mints.  none at all.  and i'm happier for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114025064149680832?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114025064149680832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114025064149680832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114025064149680832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114025064149680832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/02/willpower.html' title='willpower'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114016801284107856</id><published>2006-02-17T01:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T22:43:58.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2-16-06</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;BumPod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - same amt, but will add about 15 more new ones&lt;br /&gt;work - usual, supported a mtg, scared the bejesus out of JC as usual, same old&lt;br /&gt;school - participated in class discussions, should classmates and instructor pics from BumPod pertanng to greek architecture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chatted with old friend &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Ms Toni M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.   I can't believe Aidan is 2 now.  Ha ha, and I was just talking with someone about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Toni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; just recently too.  Basically, when we went to meet Gene Kranz in person and he autographed several items for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a new fish for me to take care of, ... i named it "jello".  no idea why, but that was the first name that came to mind, so... i'm sticking to it.  the other fish is still swimming happily and has me trained.  when he's hungry, he's more than happy to tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;match.com status - viewed 35 times, 1 wink.  ha ha.  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cindy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; said that it must be one special wink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'll say... cuz no one else has since, and that one doesn't -really- count.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/17 - although this revise is coming the day later, i'm treating it as if i still posted it last night...i was sure then that friday would have its own personality.  oddly enough, i was right.  pleasantly happy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114016801284107856?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114016801284107856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114016801284107856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/02/2-16-06.html' title='2-16-06'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8056939.post-114007912563310077</id><published>2006-02-16T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T00:38:46.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An email at 2:30am</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm about to go to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How messed up am i?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just as much as I stay awake wondering if my dreamgirl will say hi, i...checked work email.  WTF is wrong with me?  anyway, i check it, and inbox actually had three new messages.  One told me of a pre-sale for a collectible... cool, but not as interested.  Another was a slight work-related one talking about launch schedules.  And finally, the third one which is cool, is a quote for the day from a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  Yeah, she sends me quotes for the day, and i usually end up liking them.  anyway, i'm gonna go to sleep now.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My response?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Awesome!  :)&lt;br /&gt;Nice way to end the day...at nearly 3am  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Garden State a lot, esp. the soundtrack... so like, yeah... here're a few of the ones i liked.  if all else, it's been a year and a half snce i saw it... august 23, 2004... funny how memory works like that, i can tell you all i did that day... went to river oaks, watched Garden State, went to a music store, went to a bookstore...actually, two of them... ate lunch at Freebirds and stared at the ice cream place next door, then went to IKEA.  somewhere in between one of these, finally saw the waterwall near the Galleria.  the hopeless in me i guess, always wanted to go see it... so yeah, after IKEA, went to Kemah, sat at Starbucks with my friend and chatted.  totally random, and sorry had to drag ya down that memory lane... but the point is, aside from no point really at 2:30am, is that during that chat at Starbucks, these were the quotes we talked about the most cuz we, friend and i, agreed they applied to me or i could relate or that they just stuck out.  :)  and yeah, i tend to ramble on... sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"You're in it right now, aren't you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"What?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"My mom always says that, when she can see I'm like working something out in my head, she's like, 'you're in it right now' and I'm looking at you're telling this story, and you're definitely in it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"I'm okay with being unimpressive. I sleep better."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If you can't laugh at yourself, life's gonna seem a whole lot longer than you like."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"That's life. If nothing else, its life. It's real, and sometimes it fuckin' hurts, but it's sort of all we have."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"This is your one opportunity to do something that no one has ever done before and that no one will copy throughout human existence. And if nothing else, you will be remembered as the one guy who ever did this. This one thing."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Thanks again for the quote  :)&lt;br /&gt;-Bum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114007912563310077?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114007912563310077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114007912563310077' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114007912563310077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114007912563310077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/02/email-at-230am.html' title='An email at 2:30am'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114007731049268115</id><published>2006-02-15T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T00:08:30.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BumPod Status for 2/15</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;BumPod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is now 16 days old.  Since that time, he has grown to 1276 songs, 3 podcast videos, 87 photos, and 4.7 GBs  Not too shabby, 40 songs shy of 100 songs added per day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now granted, I have a weird way of sorting out playlists, hre's the general gist:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jazz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (quite a few, especially since I added a lot tonight).  These range from Harry Connick Jr to Dave Brubeck, Louis Armstrong to Earl Klugh, Grover Washington to Mindi Abair.  Oh, and some Chuck Mangione in there too.  With exception to Dave Brubeck and Louis Armstrong, every one else, I'd managed to see in concert, and actually met Earl Klugh, Mindi Abair, and Chuck Mangione post-show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Spanish Guitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  Yes, I love spanish guitar.  Ottmar Leibert is a fave, but there's also Oscar Lopez and a few others.  I actually do't have any Oscar Lopez on here yet, but that CD is still in the list to be added.  Maybe it's the rhythm?  I don't know, but I like the whole feel, how you can close your eyes and just feel the music.  That and also flamenco dancing women are very cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Marilyn Manson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  Yes, him.  What can i say?  eclectic taste here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rap/Hip Hop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  Nelly, Everlast, 2Pac, Snoop, Ludacris, Beastie Boys, etc... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  Redneck Woman to George Strait, Brooks &amp; Dunn to a whole other mix of country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Musicals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Erin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; got me Rent, but I've also got Phantom of the Opera, Jesus Christ Superstar, Evita, and Les Mis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Soundtracks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  Ok, so Evita and Rent probably belong more here, but... instead, this is more like Garden State and Star Wars Episode I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rock or whatever else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.   Eric Clapton, James Taylor, Creed, Maroon 5, Dave Matthews Band, Cranberries, Guns &amp; Roses, etc.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yep, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;BumPod's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; got a decent sized selection.  Not too shabby, it's enough to have a good mix.  heh heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114007731049268115?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114007731049268115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114007731049268115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114007731049268115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114007731049268115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/02/bumpod-status-for-215.html' title='BumPod Status for 2/15'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-114007637672211906</id><published>2006-02-15T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T23:52:56.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Half Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some time ago, maybe a week or two before, I'd actually requested for a day off on this Wednesday.  Fair enough.  My cool manager approved it, and I was looking forward to it.  Sent out a message saying, hey, I'm out, best wishes, see y'all Thursday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fuck you, Murphy of Murphy's Law.  Ha ha.  Struck again.  Curses!  Late Tuesday, some things came up and so I had to show up at a building in the morning.  Luckily I showed up cuz I actually did catch a few things.  All taken cared of.  All this done by 11:30.  I leave.  I get home.  I get....paged.  Ok, so I respond to the page and it's a 30-minute conversation.  Ok, then what?  Luckily, I didn't get any more pages after that.  Ran my errands and what-not, went to the mall and walked around for a bit.  Got home, decided to check work email.  Glutton for pain?  check.  Masochist? check.  so, for the next hour after getting home, I answered several work email, checked in with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hailz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, did a couple of evals, etc etc.  so, 4.5 hours in for a day off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Happy hump day.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But on the other hand, at least it might end up that I won't even have to burn an hour of vacation since i had extra hours from last week, and had some this week too...  ah, it works out in the end.  The only thing that did suck is that there was a meeting to dicuss increases and promotions... i'll have to wait to find out my own personal verdict.  Will there be much rejoicing in the land of the Republic of Bum? or will there be a day of mourning... ha ha, we'll see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-114007637672211906?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/114007637672211906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=114007637672211906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114007637672211906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/114007637672211906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/02/half-day.html' title='The Half Day'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-113990047403622564</id><published>2006-02-13T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T23:01:14.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BumPod Status for 2/13</title><content type='html'>Beware, oh ye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;BumPod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has learned a dark skill, for he now is 1000+ songs strong... although still under 4 GB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go fig... but still... &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BumPod&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; rawks.  even has frank sinatra and dean martin.  muhahahaha.  it is so totally on now.  Just need more disco, is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-113990047403622564?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/113990047403622564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=113990047403622564' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/113990047403622564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/113990047403622564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/02/bumpod-status-for-213.html' title='BumPod Status for 2/13'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-113990006527693488</id><published>2006-02-13T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T22:54:25.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy valentine's day 06</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ya know, for someone who keeps saying i hate the frickin day, i keep on bringing it up and wishing people happy valentine's day.  ha ha.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'd been chatting with two of my dear cousins... or as i call it, chatting with 'tomorrow' since they're on the other side of the international date line.  anyway, they have a cute friend/coworker, and they said for me to say hi, cuz i said she was cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so... i said 'hi'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and...she said hi back, but, argh.  i have the jitters, no idea why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but, she's really cute.  and she's filipina.  *innocent giddy smirk*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*jitters*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well, hopefullyi don't scare yet another one away.  *lol*  *sigh*  *smirk*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;last time someone told me to say hi to a flip, she stopped saying hi after three times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hrm.  maybe it's cuz i wasn't religious enough for her, or i just wasn't her type.  eh, it happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;regardless, tomorrow...yes, feb 15th, chocolate goes on sale.  YAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-113990006527693488?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/113990006527693488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=113990006527693488' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/113990006527693488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/113990006527693488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-valentines-day-06.html' title='happy valentine&apos;s day 06'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-113989862038358055</id><published>2006-02-13T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T22:30:20.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am from the Procrasti Nation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ha ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so...tonight, i said, i'm going to finally do my article report for class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it only had to be about a page or two, double-spaced.  We had to choose topics for class, and I chose "Does Might Make Right?"  My political views aren't exactly the best in the world, but to me, politics is much akin to religion in that it's a way of thinking, and it's personal.  While I can't honestly say mine is more right than another's and vice versa, it's the common ground that we all strive for, or should try to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But, i digress.  We had to find a magazine article based on our topic, read and then summarize the article in a paragraph, and then provide our eval. and opinion of the article.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I found one in Newsweek pertaining to extending Presidential Powers, and if it's right.  Me?  I agree to an extent.  Privacy is one thing, but i'd rather feel secure.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway, got that one out of the way, i just hope i did it right.  argh.  :)  the prof. said it's a pass or fail.  either a 100, or ...well, i dunno.  he said we could make up if we lost any points, but ick, who wants to go through that trouble, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway, aside from doing the report, we have to stand in front of the class, or whereever we feel most confortable and present our report to the rest of the class.  while i have no issues doing that, i'm sure there'll be a lot of differing opinions.  fun fun, i'm sure.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-113989862038358055?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/113989862038358055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=113989862038358055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/113989862038358055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/113989862038358055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-am-from-procrasti-nation.html' title='I am from the Procrasti Nation'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-113988626913717650</id><published>2006-02-13T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T19:04:29.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so yeah, like an update for 06</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/1600/wk-sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7875/527/400/wk-sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cindy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; said I needed a new pic, let alone for match.  ha ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well, shit, as much of a photoslut as i am, i don't think they ever come out right unless i can distract you from the pic with a cute chic in the pic.  ha ha ha.  so true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyways, here's a new one for 2006. blah.  end of the day.  long day.  left work at 19:00.  but, it's all good.  i can prolly put this one on match and get a few more rejections.  *lol*  but, ha ha.  what you see is what you get... with caffeine mixed in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-113988626913717650?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/113988626913717650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=113988626913717650' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/113988626913717650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/113988626913717650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/02/so-yeah-like-update-for-06.html' title='so yeah, like an update for 06'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-113972179503295005</id><published>2006-02-11T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T21:23:15.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>her match</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so anyways, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Maizzy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, who put the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Maizzy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in a-&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Maizzy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-ng, had asked to keep y'all updated... so, this is what 'she' from match, is looking for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;About my date&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hair&lt;/strong&gt;: Blonde,Dark blonde,Light brown,Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eyes&lt;/strong&gt;: Any&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Height&lt;/strong&gt;: 4’ 4" (132.0 cms) to 8’ 5" (257.0 cms)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Body type&lt;/strong&gt;: About average,Athletic and toned,Slender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Languages&lt;/strong&gt;: English&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ethnicity&lt;/strong&gt;: Asian,East Indian,Latino / Hispanic,Middle Eastern,Native American,Pacific Islander,White / Caucasian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faith&lt;/strong&gt;: Christian / Other,Christian / Protestant,Christian / Catholic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Education&lt;/strong&gt;: Associates degree,Bachelors degree,Graduate degree,PhD / Post Doctoral,Some college&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Job&lt;/strong&gt;: Any&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Income&lt;/strong&gt;: Any&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smoke&lt;/strong&gt;: Any&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drink&lt;/strong&gt;: Any&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Relationships&lt;/strong&gt;: Any&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have kids&lt;/strong&gt;: Any&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Want kids&lt;/strong&gt;: Definitely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Turn-ons:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Boldness / Assertiveness,Brainiacs,Candlelight,Dancing,Erotica,Flirting,Public displays of affection,Sarcasm,Thrills,Thunderstorms,Tattoos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Turn-offs:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long hair,Power,Body piercings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here...&lt;br /&gt;is About Me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hair&lt;/strong&gt;: Black/brown (unless i have highlights)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eyes&lt;/strong&gt;: dk brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Height&lt;/strong&gt;: 5'6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Body type:&lt;/strong&gt; about average&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Languages&lt;/strong&gt;: english, spanish, etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ethnicity&lt;/strong&gt;: pacific islander / southerner / texan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faith&lt;/strong&gt;: Christian / Catholic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Education&lt;/strong&gt;: Bachelors degree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Job&lt;/strong&gt;: currently, project engineer / lead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Income: &lt;/strong&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smoke&lt;/strong&gt;:  nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drink&lt;/strong&gt;: Yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Relationships&lt;/strong&gt;: none right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have kids&lt;/strong&gt;: nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Want kids&lt;/strong&gt;: Definitely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh, and i don't have long hair, power, or body piercings.  *lol*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;there must be hidden requirements.  actually, aside from the ethnicity and height part, what she's looking for is what 90% of all the one's i've winked at have listed.  damn it for being the wrong kind of asian.  *lol*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as for height?  i own platform shoes, muthafuckaz!  i'm Rick James!  ha ha.  or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so, in the meantime, i'm gonna go back to saying "Fuck it" again, and enjoy being single.  again.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-113972179503295005?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/113972179503295005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=113972179503295005' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/113972179503295005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/113972179503295005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/02/her-match.html' title='her match'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-113969940604064320</id><published>2006-02-11T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T15:10:06.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Science Fair Weekend 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;once a year, around this time, i head down to the island to help judge the Galveston County Science Fair.  i've probably been doing this now for the last 7 or so years.   this is partly due to a stinging obligation to students to make sure that if there are 5 places (1st, 2nd, 3rd, and 2 honorable mentions), then damnit, all of those places will be handed out... unless you were a no-show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when i was a freshman in the only year i did a project w/ computers, there were three of us. The judge awarded a 1st, and an honorable mention.  guess which motherfucker didn't get a place, even an honorable mention?  uh huh.  luckily, i didn't even care to remember who my judge(s) were.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As it was, since then, i did botany projects or behaviorial experiments, and got 2nd's, 3rd, etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway, i swore if i was ever in a position, the kids are gonna place.  each year, the experiments get more complicated in the engineering/earth sciences category.  more of them have been attending too.  way back, i actually judged in two categories, but this year, i couldn't even do engineering for junior level AND the ninth AND the senior level.  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hailz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was supposed to come down too, but she had a medical emergency.  so, this year, my fellow judge-mate was one of the actual sponsors.  There were the usual how-to-build-a-perfect-bridge projects, some energy conservation and generation projects... but there were a lot of 'levee' and seawall projects, and how to better prepare for hurricanes.  the effects of those disasters go so far as to influence what the kids chose for projects...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;after the science fair, i got new glasses made.  instead of having them done by next wednesday, the guy who's been a friend for 24 years now, went ahead and made them while i waited, and i got to watch.  pretty neat, and so now, i can see.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we're gettin ready to go visit some family friends cuz it's the 40th day anniv. of their family member's death.  we've got this thing where we have a gathering of friends and family and say some prayers for the dead and the living, and then eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so, that's been the day so far... i'll post more later.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-113969940604064320?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/113969940604064320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=113969940604064320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/113969940604064320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/113969940604064320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/02/science-fair-weekend-2006.html' title='Science Fair Weekend 2006'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-113969857799519329</id><published>2006-02-11T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T14:56:18.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>game, set, but no match yet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ok, so a few nights ago, i &lt;a href="http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/02/nothing-really-to-lose.html"&gt;posted that i saw a 'match'&lt;/a&gt;, winked, and sent an email because 'she' cleverly included her email address in a nice cryptic way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so on 2/9, i had 21 views.  2/9 (evening) , sent an email, 2/11, nothin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as of today, 26 views, 1 wink (from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cindy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;)... and no email or response from the girl.  ah well, and she'd been on the last couple of nights too.  yet another fish in the sea i don't have to worry about, i guess.  ha ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that's the game, that's how it's set, and yet still no match.  ha ha.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;married people are so much nicer.  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*sarcastic ha ha*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well, here's to tomorrow's set of New Matches...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-113969857799519329?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/113969857799519329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=113969857799519329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/113969857799519329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/113969857799519329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/02/game-set-but-no-match-yet.html' title='game, set, but no match yet'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-113955760099633959</id><published>2006-02-09T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T23:46:41.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>geek code</title><content type='html'>Ref. &lt;a href="http://www.geekcode.com/geek.html"&gt;http://www.geekcode.com/geek.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GE d- s-:- a- c++ U--- P L E---- W++ N o+ K- w+ O--- M-- V-- PS+ PE+ Y+ PGP- t++ 5? X? R? tv+ b++ DI+++ D+ G e++ h !r z+&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-113955760099633959?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/113955760099633959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=113955760099633959' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/113955760099633959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/113955760099633959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/02/geek-code.html' title='geek code'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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-8056939.post-113955654362168387</id><published>2006-02-09T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T23:29:03.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing really to lose</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's always fun to talk with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cindy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at night.  i never really know what we'll talk about, even if the topics are sometimes the same anyways.  we were comparing notes of how the day went, and then i mentioned i just checking out match, and came across someone cool.  so, should i email, or not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i really don't have anything to lose.  so, after composing an email, and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cindy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; helped draft it, i sent one out.  no idea if i'll get a response, but if i did... that'd be cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hmm.  01:24.  time to get ready for sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;today was a pretty nice overall thursday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;got starbucks before class and chatted with the cute starbucks girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i swear, single-tracked mind.  ha ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Corral had asked me one time, why do you like girls so much, Bum?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and all i could say was, cuz i don't like guys so much, or rather, the same way, J?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she smiled and nodded.  ha ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8056939-113955654362168387?l=tamug99.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/feeds/113955654362168387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8056939&amp;postID=113955654362168387' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/113955654362168387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8056939/posts/default/113955654362168387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tamug99.blogspot.com/2006/02/nothing-really-to-lose.html' title='nothing really to lose'/><author><name>Bum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727805523182032080</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></feed>
