<?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-10333765</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:56:46.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alive and Kicking</title><subtitle type='html'>This is my life as I see it through my eyes. Sometimes happy, sometimes sad but always full of sarcasim and double innuendo's.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>111</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-113700103139524748</id><published>2006-01-11T12:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T12:48:38.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Links of the day - 01/11/2005</title><content type='html'>First up we have &lt;a href="http://www.mises.org/story/2007"&gt;"How to Hack Your Shower Head"&lt;/a&gt; one might ask "Why?" I say "Why the hell not?" plus for those of you under the age of 15 you might noticed, as the author points out, that your showering experience is now tainted by a lack of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next what could be &lt;a href="http://www.stewdio.org/jed/"&gt;the first CGI video&lt;/a&gt; ever, hell you can even download the source.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ethicalhacker.net/content/view/25/24/"&gt;Get your hack on&lt;/a&gt;, because you can brag but you better be able to back it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What gamers and hackers &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2006/HEALTH/01/11/caffeine.smarter/index.html"&gt;have been saying for years&lt;/a&gt; about caffeine and finally someone other than mom believes us. -Props to &lt;a href="http://mrbluethc.blogspot.com"&gt;E&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice little &lt;a href="http://techdirt.com/articles/20060110/1818234_F.shtml"&gt;random happening&lt;/a&gt; when Apple announced the Intel Mac, unless of course it was freak alien insiders holding the stock tight at that price to amuse their human pets. If you're too young to get it, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Intel_8086"&gt;get your learn on&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes &lt;a href="http://www.gearlive.com/index.php/news/article/ces-2006-video-tivo-series-3-video-interview-first-look-0108051437/"&gt;it will be mine,&lt;/a&gt; it will be, because 2 channels are better than 1 and more resolution is better than less oh and TiVo rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally &lt;a href="http://game-oldies.com/"&gt;play time&lt;/a&gt; at work without the install, plus we all know how hard it can be to get just the right build of MAME to work with just the right ROM set.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10333765-113700103139524748?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/113700103139524748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=113700103139524748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/113700103139524748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/113700103139524748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2006/01/links-of-day-01112005.html' title='Links of the day - 01/11/2005'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-113466384394440636</id><published>2005-12-15T11:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T11:24:03.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's list time</title><content type='html'>Well since we all watch movies, listen to music and play games maybe it's time to organize. So far I found these sites, in no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.listal.com/"&gt;http://www.listal.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://myfilmz.net/"&gt;http://myfilmz.net/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.liveplasma.com/"&gt;http://www.liveplasma.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://movielens.umn.edu/login?action=expired"&gt;http://movielens.umn.edu/login?action=expired&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://flixster.com/index.jsp"&gt;http://flixster.com/index.jsp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well actually by the looks of it either listal or flixster seem to have the most polish, but hey look at myspace, it looked like complete ass until you edit the default profile so it's not everything. Leave comments here. Z&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10333765-113466384394440636?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/113466384394440636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=113466384394440636&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/113466384394440636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/113466384394440636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-list-time.html' title='It&apos;s list time'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-113321395547898513</id><published>2005-11-28T16:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T16:39:15.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>Had a decent meal over Thanksgiving with my family and that is what makes the holiday great. Good food, family and friends, though I missed the gravy at the cousins house on Thanksgiving day but Grandma did make up for it the day after. I mean seriously what is Thanksgiving without gravy? What do you put on your mashed potatoes, how about what to do with your biscuits or too keep your stuffing from drying out? All these foods beg for gravy, I mean gravy is the water to which the food is the land, it cries out for it, without you are just looking at the Sahara of food. Anyway I hope everyone who's reading this had a nice Thanksgiving and here's to many more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10333765-113321395547898513?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/113321395547898513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=113321395547898513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/113321395547898513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/113321395547898513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-113278153845035615</id><published>2005-11-23T16:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T16:32:18.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>REVIEW: Battlefield 2: Special Forces</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5931/794/1600/bf2sf.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5931/794/320/bf2sf.0.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So unlike everyone else all the guys were up till the wee hours of the morning, not playing an xbox 360 but instead playing the new expansion to our favorite game Battlefield 2, Special Forces. The best part about Special Forces is it’s at night; the worst part about Special Forces is it’s at night. Let me explain, first off the night time adds some stealth to the game and with the use of night vision you can hide and be a sneaky bitch. The flip side to this is the opposite team is also being sneaky bitches so figuring out just where you are being fired upon from can be a royal pain in the ass. Having to download an apply an enormous patch on release day really sucks, especially since I swear it takes over an hour to install both the game and the patch, not to mention the 20 minute download of the patch itself. Also the load times to get in the game seem to have jumped and the short 2 minute “optimizing shaders” warning now lasts 5 to 7 minutes. The last gripe would be the whole new weapons that aren’t new, per say, they are all variants of the G36, and the fact that unlocking them doesn’t mean you can use them in Special Forces but you have to wait until you are on the correct team on the correct level, very lame. So now for the fun stuff, tear gas in the face with no gas mask on = FUN! Just popping off tons of tear gas as the opposing team approaches to fill the area with smoke is great. Hitting someone with a flashbang while they have on night vision is also great since they act like a cat when you stick a sock on it’s head, they just back up cautiously and stay low to the ground, easy pickin’s. Less heavy vehicles and more infantry firefights is a nice change to the all out mechanized combat found on the majority of vanilla Battlefield 2 maps. Now the zip line and the grappling hook, come on, how many times as a kid did you wish you had a crossbow zip-line and a grappling hook to get to places no one could go, or you weren’t allowed but knew if you just had a grappling hook you could make it there unseen. Well now is your chance so get to hooking and zipping, however wrong that sounds. Somethings we would like to see, ability to crossbow zip-line enemy in the back, score a kill and still be able to zip-line, same with grappling hook onto someone scoring a kill and still able to grapple. More closed in space to get 64 people with less even less vehicles around and full player-vs-player combat without the worry about that shitty beat up Honda Civic rolling over your whole Seal Team, since for whatever reason the glass came bulletproof from the factory. All-in-all fun stuff and I can’t wait to loose even more sleep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10333765-113278153845035615?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/113278153845035615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=113278153845035615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/113278153845035615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/113278153845035615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/11/review-battlefield-2-special-forces.html' title='REVIEW: Battlefield 2: Special Forces'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-113260088093599153</id><published>2005-11-21T14:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T14:21:20.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday update</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A couple minor updates, I finally got around to taking my Windows XP certification exam, thankfully I passed, thanks C!, I always hated these cert. tests. I always feel like every question they are giving you they are trying to trick the hell out of you. It’s almost more like an English exam than it is a tech exam. I got to watch the first 2 Harry Potter films in HD on my projector, first off I knew I was going to have fun watching these because of who I was watching them with but having not read the books I didn’t get my hopes up. How’d it go? Well I enjoyed the movie, though I still feel like they left a few things out but I can’t quite put my finger on it. Otherwise a decent story, good visuals, crazy amounts of bass for some reason, made it good, oh and a Chinese food stain on my shirt along with some carnivorous popcorn kernels added to the excitement ;) I’m looking forward to watching the 3rd and 4th to continue the &lt;i style=""&gt;epic saga&lt;/i&gt; (said in movie phone/movie preview voice). My father and I finally finished the new desk for my room, so this past weekend I spent rearranging all my crap in hopes that by next weekend I can actually live in my room once again without reverting to moving stuff all over just to get to my bed. That’s all for now, everyone have an awesome Thanksgiving and eat a turkey leg for Z!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10333765-113260088093599153?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/113260088093599153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=113260088093599153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/113260088093599153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/113260088093599153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/11/monday-update.html' title='Monday update'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-113232733137309682</id><published>2005-11-18T10:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T10:22:11.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Steam adding coals to the fire</title><content type='html'>So first Steam gets Kung Pow, er wait I mean &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.ragdollkungfu.com/"&gt;RagDoll Kung Fu&lt;/a&gt; and now comes &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.darwinia.co.uk/news/index.php"&gt;Darwinia:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5931/794/1600/darwinia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5931/794/400/darwinia.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or as it was oh so pleasantly put &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"A game about a bunch of Tetris people who worship a giant glowing wang"&lt;/span&gt; and what a wang it is! Jesus that thing is huge, better sheild the eyes of neighbooring children, hell I bet you could see that from space!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10333765-113232733137309682?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/113232733137309682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=113232733137309682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/113232733137309682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/113232733137309682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/11/steam-adding-coals-to-fire.html' title='Steam adding coals to the fire'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-113231066895987045</id><published>2005-11-18T05:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T05:44:28.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates and Stuff</title><content type='html'>So it's been awhile since I actually did an update rather than a quiz so here goes. Went to the H.I.M. concert, got to see Skindred who were great though the crowd didn't appreciate them too much, wrong venue in my opinion. Here's a pic I took of H.I.M&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5931/794/1600/05-11-04%287%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5931/794/320/05-11-04%287%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah don't try and adjust your screen I took the picture with my phone, it really is that blurry =) But other wise awsome time, minus a few jackasses that were there and a few bouncers. Anyway been working like crazy and studying for finals, too bad our Hacking professor found a better job he really knew his shit. Oh I drilled a massive hole in the ceiling, I would take a pic but you can't see it that well since I have a popcorn ceiling. I was trying to hang my projector but either the drill I have is under powered or there might be a steel beam in the concrete, either way I'm trying again soon. Work has been nuts here's my current desk&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5931/794/1600/05-11-04%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5931/794/320/05-11-04%281%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had to reinstall 4 laptop all at the same time for some new training we will be doing and they want nothing on there but Windows and Office, man what a pain IBM is. These laptops atleast  had most of the drivers but their desktops now that a whole other world. You would think major company, IBM, would have a nice driver set, uh no. Install Windows 2k, detects not a damn thing, no video, no sound, no ethernet, no usb, etc. So ethernet driver was the same across the board, installed that on all the machines, went to IBM's website clicked "Detect My Machine" and then clicked "Download Drivers" now at that point it should be easy, well it ain't. It points you to atleast 3 different manufacture drivers for each item, then half the time the drivers either cause the machine to lock up or they aren't even the hardware in your machine. So basically I had to run CPUID-Z, thank god someone makes a motherboard detection utility that actually works. And then hit up Intel for chipset drivers, video drivers, etc. Time for work will post more when I get home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10333765-113231066895987045?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/113231066895987045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=113231066895987045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/113231066895987045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/113231066895987045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/11/updates-and-stuff.html' title='Updates and Stuff'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-113200863846819352</id><published>2005-11-14T17:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T17:51:39.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Q's of the day</title><content type='html'>I'm at work waiting for the re-re's who don't know their colors from Kindergarten to match the cords to the holes on the back of their PC's which are COLOR CODED!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sleep with or without clothes on?: mostly just boxers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Prefer black or blue pens?: black but the good gel kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Dress up on Halloween?: if I could get a sweet zombie costume together with puss and scars and shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Like to travel? Yes, and my new job pays for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Like someone? but of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do they know?: I've told them how they feel, if they decide to act on it, that is their choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Who sleeps with you every night? I have 5 regular pillows and a body pillow, kinky huh?! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Think you're attractive? I'd say I can be, minus when I roll out of bed with my hair all crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Want to get married? Yes, it's a priority&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Want kids? Psh duh, I'd be the oldest kid in the family :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Are you a good student? When I apply myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Are you currently happy? Yeah, I keep my head up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Have you ever been skinny dipping? Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Birthplace? MIA BIATCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Christmas or Halloween?: Hrm I would go with Christmas but only because it seems to last a lot longer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Colored or black-and-white photo? Color but I did see a really nice Wedding Album done up in black and white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do long distance relationships work? It takes a lot of work and trust but given the right people anything can work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you believe in astrology? It seems to be right a whole lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you believe in love at first sight? I do, I'm not sure the other end is so receptive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you consider yourself the life of the party? Nah, but so long as i'm surrounded by friends who cares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you drink? 1 drink a day is my max&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you make fun of people? See intro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you think dreams eventually come true? Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Favorite fictional character? Han Solo, CAUSE HE'S AN INTERGALACTIC PIMP BABY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Go to the movies or rent? Psh why do either when I can watch them @ home on my 100" screen in HD :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Have you ever moved? 5 times so far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Have you ever stolen anything? Yup and I've been forced to steal things against my will as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. How's the weather right now? It's Florida what do you think? Rainy as hell and dreary, the prefect weather for a scary movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Hug or kiss? I miss just cuddling up and kissing for a long time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Last person you talked to on the phone? The re-re's who need to go back to kindergarten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Last time you showered? bright and early @ 5am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Loud or Soft Music? well as the saying goes "If it's too loud you're too old" but I've been known to like the softer side of Sears as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. McDonalds or Burger King? Hrmm I dunno, I eat it all, McD's for their shakes though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Night or day? Carpe Noctem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Number of Pillows? 5 and a body pillow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Piano or guitar? Piano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Future job? Ass kicking gamer and/or CIO hopefully both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Current job? Fixing 'puters all day, it rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Current love? Uhm didn't we just go over that in question #5 &amp; #6 but I hope one day she wears &lt;a href="http://www.jinx.com/scripts/details.asp?affid=-1&amp;amp;productID=521"&gt;these for me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Current longing? Uhm why not ask if I have a current love or longing for someone? But yeah I think we would be great together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Current disappointment? That I have so much love to give but no one to share it with. Yeah go ahead a laugh you cold hearted mutants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Current annoyance? re-re's in intro, again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Last thing you ate? PB&amp;J sandwich followed by some Mounds bars, yeah the smooth ones without the nuts ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Last thing you bought? A whole bunch of shit at home depot that still hasn't gotten my projector off the floor and about my bed, though I do have a nice hole in the roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Most recent thing you are looking forward to? Finding the one, and no not Neo, oh and food at Thanksgiving, which ever comes first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. What are you hearing right now? The hum, excuse me, THE LOUD WHRIL OF FANS FROM ALL THE DAMN CISCO EQUIPMENT NEAR ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Plans for this weekend? Open like 7/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. What did you do today? Got up, took a shower, burned some dvd's, verified some dvd's I burned last night, worked out, checked email, came to work, did some stuff, went to lunch, more work, surf the net while I wait for said re-re's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Pick a lyric, any lyric:&lt;br /&gt;You should let me love you&lt;br /&gt;Let me be the one to give you everything you want and need&lt;br /&gt;Ooh Baby good love and protection&lt;br /&gt;Make me your selection&lt;br /&gt;Show you the way love's supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;Baby you should let me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You deserve better girl (you know you deserve better)&lt;br /&gt;We should be together girl (baby)&lt;br /&gt;With me and you it's whatever girl, hey!&lt;br /&gt;So can we make this thing ours?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10333765-113200863846819352?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/113200863846819352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=113200863846819352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/113200863846819352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/113200863846819352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/11/qs-of-day.html' title='Q&apos;s of the day'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-113053122670092179</id><published>2005-10-28T15:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T15:27:06.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The good with the bad mini-update</title><content type='html'>Ok so things I left off, mom cleaning hours after the storm, if you know my mom you know she cleans and cleans the invisible dirt that is in my parents house. The best part of this, it was hours after the storm, hours, dirt was going to build up over the next 3 days till we got power back, so she cleaned everyday and swept up all the invisible dirt along with the maybe 1 or 2 sweeps of actual dirt. Dad was still able to pull off gourmet meals off a propane colman grill, amazing, we had 3 massive meals a day and we aren't talking cans of soup. The crazy generator people who leave them on all day long and all night long, yes all night to power what? Lights? Air? It was 65 outside. Best part was the guy's generator seizing up after the dumbass forgot to change the oil after 2 days straight. No more electricity for you mr smarty pants, loser. Saw more HurricaneHunnies today, I see no point in it but hey, since everyone else will be white as day from staying in, however you oh HurricanHunnies.com will be golden brown like the chicken everyone can't wait to eat from Publix as soon as they get in. Mmmmm already cooked Publix chicken, thank you Wilma for taking that from us. You know what else is weird I swear it was the same HurricaneHunnies I saw yesterday that I saw today in the gas line, like they filled up, drove to BFE and then needed to fill up to do it all again? I thought the point of waiting in the gas line was to get somewhere you really needed to go, like work, and keep driving to a minimum so you don't have to wait in line the next day, but alas I am not a HurricaneHunnie so I do not know for sure where they drove. Chrome and myself were also trying to come up with a solution for internet after a storm, DSL seems ok, but it's sketchy, cable seems to be worse, satellite is a no go since you need phone up, microwave is dependant on line of sight, right now only the edge card for laptops might be the way to go but even then, cell phone was crazy after the storm, who knows it the data portion would hold up well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10333765-113053122670092179?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/113053122670092179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=113053122670092179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/113053122670092179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/113053122670092179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/10/good-with-bad-mini-update.html' title='The good with the bad mini-update'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-113044684021699621</id><published>2005-10-27T15:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T16:00:40.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good with the Bad</title><content type='html'>Let's see, so we survived this crap called Wilma, first off I'd like to say a big "Up Yours" to all the people who planned the relief effort. Cause you know this happens so infrequently that taking 4 days to actually figure out where water &amp; ice is going to be is FAST, yeah only not. Yeah and changing the times up every hour to keep us on our toes so we never know where to go and have to drive around in circles with no gas, that was AWSOME. Ok so fun stuff, cold showers, melting ice cream makes great tasting, fun flavored milk, lines at gas stations &amp; home depot, people who yield at 4-way stops, same people who yield at downed traffic lights that are now 4-way stops, flying truck bed liners (what's up C!), parade of cars looking at nothing, line of cars that ends at a cop making everyone U-turn, yeah that was all the traffic you saw coming in the other direction while waiting in line, over flowing toilets (what's up Dad!), hotties sunning themselves on top of cars waiting in line for gas, new idea after seeing said ladies HurricaneHunnies.com (what's up C!) and probably a lot more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10333765-113044684021699621?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/113044684021699621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=113044684021699621&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/113044684021699621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/113044684021699621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/10/good-with-bad.html' title='The Good with the Bad'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-113026534388342304</id><published>2005-10-25T13:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T13:35:43.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wilma.. what a bitch</title><content type='html'>So Wilma came, left a big ol' mess, knocked out all the power and internet, grrrrr and then left.... what a bitch. I'm here with Chrome @ his 2nd job which somehow has power and internet, so we both are sitting here getting are fill. Come on you can't have 2 techies living without power &amp;amp; internet for too long. All the word we are hearing is 4 to 10 weeks without power, so that is really going to suck hard. But at least everyone seems to be alright down here, well as many people as I've heard back from. So in the end Wilma was just a huge bitch and didn't even cook dinner or anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10333765-113026534388342304?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/113026534388342304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=113026534388342304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/113026534388342304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/113026534388342304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/10/wilma-what-bitch.html' title='Wilma.. what a bitch'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-112998959088814819</id><published>2005-10-22T08:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T08:59:50.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Jedi Needs Not These Things... But They Sure Are Nice!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tk421.net/character/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-LEFT-COLOR: #f8f8ff; BORDER-BOTTOM-COLOR: #f8f8ff; BORDER-TOP-COLOR: #f8f8ff; BORDER-RIGHT-COLOR: #f8f8ff" height="179" alt="Which Fantasy/SciFi Character Are You?" src="http://www.tk421.net/character/luke.jpg" width="263" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Boldly striving to overcome the darkness both in this world and within yourself, you are righteously devoted to forging your own destiny.&lt;br /&gt;It's your choice, but I warn you not to underestimate my powers.&lt;br /&gt;Luke is a character in the Star Wars universe. For more information, see his character entry at the &lt;a href="http://www.starwars.com/databank/character/lukeskywalker/"&gt;Star Wars Databank&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh Yeah, so which one are you? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10333765-112998959088814819?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/112998959088814819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=112998959088814819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112998959088814819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112998959088814819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/10/jedi-needs-not-these-things-but-they.html' title='A Jedi Needs Not These Things... But They Sure Are Nice!'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-112991014916552466</id><published>2005-10-21T10:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T10:55:49.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>Why do people act so inept around computers and laptops and then try and mack with gadgets and gizmo's that they try and perp all around like they know what the hell this stuff is? Case and point, new guy comes down from BFE, brand new IBM laptop, by our company. Hey's complaining about this and that and said his "company" laptop is running slow and doesn't know why. He has Steam running updates, some PSP movie converter running, TiVoToGo files everywhere, mp3's in god knows every directory and only 100MB free on a 60gb drive. Oh and he wonders where all his email went cause it disappeared after he setup his WinCE device to check email over POP3 and didn't check leave on server, I don't know what it did but 4 gig's of email went bye bye. And that little device sure as hell didn't store 4 gig's of emails on a 512mb flash card. Then throw his hands up and say it just freezes up and he doesn't know why?? So I clean it up, delete every last non-work file/program I can find and give it back. Guess what, he comes in today and the HD is totally dead, click of death and all. It's a good thing I backed up his My Documents folder to the server while working on his machine yesterday. So let's review, A) get your learn on at least a little when buying stuff, and know what it's doing. B) Don't use a company laptop to do massive amounts of shit for home and then complain it's running slow, I know docs and pics and a program or 2 get loaded on company laptops and workstations but come on 35+ gig's of personal crap C) Don't expect IT to get your episodes of Lost, Prison Break, My Name is Earl or 60 Minutes for you or any of your PSP movies off a crashed HD, you bring it in for repairs it's going back out the same as it should have come in, spotless, only word and excel docs intact. D) Just cause you want to show off to your kids, don't let them play on your company laptop re-re's, you're making the dough to buy all this other crap buy little Johnny his own laptop to fill with spyware&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10333765-112991014916552466?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/112991014916552466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=112991014916552466&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112991014916552466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112991014916552466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/10/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-112981094507533939</id><published>2005-10-20T07:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T07:22:25.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry Tampa, nice to know you</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So I was suppose to be off to Tampa Thursday and Friday be because of the &lt;a href="http://www.weather.gov/storms/wilma/"&gt;everlasting gobstopper&lt;/a&gt;, come on I know you’ve seen Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, that is “headin’ right for us” people actually have told me to stay put this week, phew. But now I have to cover stuff up and yadda yadda so hopefully everyone will do alright, considering it is now a Category 5 and the &lt;b&gt;CONE OF UNCERTAINTY&lt;/b&gt;, sorry I always hear the sound of the voice of God from movies and TV in my head when I say that, is basically the whole state of Florida, there’s a decent chance that you should bet on it at the very least it causing massive amounts of rain. Just a heads up for all you investing in companies that make yellow water resistant plastic tarps, you may want to have your broker, no doubt in NY, come on everyone has seen Wall Street, “&lt;i&gt;SELL SELL SELL&lt;/i&gt;” on Monday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10333765-112981094507533939?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/112981094507533939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=112981094507533939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112981094507533939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112981094507533939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/10/sorry-tampa-nice-to-know-you.html' title='Sorry Tampa, nice to know you'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-112965547214908512</id><published>2005-10-18T12:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T12:11:12.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And the sky parts and out comes.... Steve Jobs holding a copy of Cinderella??</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now we are getting some where, why cause people are pissed,&lt;a href="http://online.wsj.com/public/article/SB112951305777370362-9Cllp1BDE6fgzKuDvU8XHqTwRp4_20061017.html?mod=blogs"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://online.wsj.com/public/article/SB112951305777370362-9Cllp1BDE6fgzKuDvU8XHqTwRp4_20061017.html?mod=blogs"&gt;see here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://online.wsj.com/public/article/SB112951305777370362-9Cllp1BDE6fgzKuDvU8XHqTwRp4_20061017.html?mod=blogs"&gt;.&lt;/a&gt; It’s always good when people get pissed cause it usually spurs creativity and ingenuity, things seriously lacking right now in this infant VOD/IPTV whatever you wanna call it, alphabet soup of a mess we have with distributed video. First things first, I know it takes money to make TV shows, and I also know it takes someone to invest in a infant show that just has a single pilot episode to hang it’s whole life on, I’m not debating that fact. But you do remember there was a time when most things were out of reach from contributing members of society and only available to the rich. What does this have to do with TV? Well everyone now wants their cut seeing as how big bad Apple went and cheated on Affiliate stations with it’s mistress ABC. What was born was the spawn of a million tech-geeks who have been waiting for this since they upgraded from running a 2-line BBS out of mom’s house to a full fledged 32-line, hard drive gobbling monster of a BBS where disks were ARJ’d up and set along Zmodem style to your friends and peers instead of trucking around that hard shell box you bought at Computer City that only held a pathetic 15 720k DS floppies. Anyway enough tech rant I find it funny that everyone wants old rules to apply to a new game. Hey this isn’t your mama’s Monopoly son, this is the Wild Wild Tech and we move faster than you’ll are used to, so if you need help catching up, sorry we’ll just leave you behind. Everyone also seems to say Video On Demand is already here, well if it is then why are these people bitching? Oh right cause no one packaged it up and made it nice and easy for Mr. and Mrs. Smith to use without needing to call their son Jimmy 8 times a night to just to record and playback “LOST”. See I like how everyone turns a blind eye till it’s one click one copy, or as we call it ‘round these parts a POPCopy, no muss, no fuss, just click and you’re done. Then the shit hits the fan, just like Napster, make it easy, give people what they want, when they want then give it media coverage and they will flock in droves. I also read, not in the article, wish I knew where, that Friends didn’t make any money until syndication and DVD. Now wait a minute, that was the highest rated show ever for like a million seasons, people gave out more money than all of you reading this blog combined and multiplied times 10 will ever see all for 5 seconds of advertising and they made no money? Well something is seriously wrong with your models there Mr. TV people, if that wasn’t a signal then I don’t know what is, I mean how do you expect to make money when you pay a group of actors a MILLION dollars an episode. Hi I’m what we call reality, and everyone here on earth makes a living acting, you see we all act in one form of another toward other people and put on a show and blah blah blah. I don’t get a million dollars a day to come to work and act more happy than I already am, cause a million dollars a day should would make me grin like I just got back from Jacob the Jeweler and he did my whole mouth in platinum caps, you dig? There’s even a little dirty secret most TV stations don’t know, it’s that most people will watch your crap with commercials, yup you can keep the ads. Hell charge more for the one without ads, or make the one with ads free and the one without premium, like Publix Ice Cream. Now I don’t have an iPod let alone a video iPod so I'm not some Apple fan boy, Spec I'm looking at you, but Steve Jobs and Disney, believe it or not, are changing the rules of the game back toward us, now we know it must help them some way if not there’s no way Disney wouldn’t be doing this. Disney is the parent company of ABC, but you knew that already, right? So here’s the thing, the rules of the game are changing forever, hell maybe they just might take commercials off CableTV and just keep them on Free Over-The-Air stuff, what a guy can dream. We need to give a big thanks to Bit Torrent for providing he masses with the means to accomplish distributing downloading, we all know how to share, no one just ever gave us a reason that we liked. And we need to thank all those Anime nuts who downloaded all million and a half of the Naruto episodes over and over again because someone had to do a better subtitle job each and every weak on the same damn episode to then show their friends who showed their friends who finally started using Bit Torrent to download Desperate House Wives and Lost because they were out of town that day. Which caused all this wonderful thing we have now because now lil Mrs. Smith comes home and downloads her show to her little iPod Video and that scares the crap out of Mr. CEO of TV.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10333765-112965547214908512?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/112965547214908512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=112965547214908512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112965547214908512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112965547214908512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/10/and-sky-parts-and-out-comes-steve-jobs.html' title='And the sky parts and out comes.... Steve Jobs holding a copy of Cinderella??'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-112935345865480060</id><published>2005-10-15T00:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T00:17:38.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Content Pt. 2</title><content type='html'>My whole point was I would pay if I could get the resolution I want, they only have to encode the movie/show/etc at max 5 times, then store it, their work is done. Why start back at day 1 when we downloaded ViVo rips that fit 3 to a CD and looked like utter ass on TV out. We are the age of High Def and everyone else seems to move forward yet our lazy ass broadcasters here seem to want to cut so many corners, you have to pick and choose the HD content you would like to watch because sometimes it’s so compressed it’s better just to upscale the damn standard def image. It’s why Verizon is rolling out fiber to the home and on the cheap, piggyback IPTV on they throw down 20 HD streams and still surf the net at 25-50mbps, its already being done in Texas. And that’s 20 full 16mbps 1080i streams not some sloppy ass cable HD with 6mbps, hell I can get 6mpbs off a DVD and that’s 480i do you really think 1080i looks good at 6mpbs, yeah the law of DVDShrink says No, you can’t keep just throwing bits away and expect to keep the same picture quality, unless you’re Spec in which case you can shrink a move to 30% of it’s original size and he will still proclaim it looks just fine on his 4 inch TV or iPod Video Mac Nano, whatever the hell he has that’s made by Apple. If I pay for a show I want to watch it on my computer, on my TV, on my High Def projector, on my gameboy, on my casio wrist watch and on the 6 line LCD coke machine at school, I bought and I want to watch the damn thing anywhere I want so long as I’m not reselling it I should be a-ok. Oh and the Mobi cube sucks C, just because it can do 1gig and is the size of a quarter does not make it cool, all it’s going to take is your cat to see it’s sparkle sparkle you’ll know you’ve found it again when the litter box starts singing “I wanna Sex You Up” to you 2 weeks later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10333765-112935345865480060?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/112935345865480060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=112935345865480060&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112935345865480060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112935345865480060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-content-pt-2.html' title='My Content Pt. 2'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-112931885251433703</id><published>2005-10-14T14:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T14:40:52.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The future of TV</title><content type='html'>So the iPod now plays videos, cool, sounds like a great idea of form and function, since we know Apple already mastered that. 320x240 screen, eh well it is a handy device, $1.99 an episode, uhm what? Let's look from the beginning, free Over-The-Air (OTA) TV is kept free by ads, which is why a 30min show is really around 22-24 min depending on syndication. Ok so I have to watch commercials because that's how the free stations stay free or need to go PBS style and ask for donations every so often, sounds good. Cable, you are going to charge for TV and offer more channels, ok cool, but you need to keep commercials in just for now to help with costs, sounds fair. Flash forward they never remove the commercials because they became so dependant on the revenue, yes this is how cable was suppose to work, someone got the bright idea to double dip and no one stopped buying cable. Oh and wait in there the VCR almost caused the industry to die because, NO ONE WILL WATCH COMMERCIALS, gee golly gosh Fred what ever will we do, uh-oh now we have these PVR things and now people don't even see the commercials zip buy as they fast forward they just triple click and the show is on, queue Rise of the Apocolypse. Wait so if we sue everyone, say that piracy and the internet is causing birth defects and a generation of theives we can get somewhere. Oh look at your shiny new PVR now, what you want to copy a show, no no no, no to that device, oh but you can copy it here where I say oh yeah and guess what I will force your machine to delete the content after a week because we know how much you want it on DVD anyway so shell out more money for the season don't keep it on that PVR. Which brings us full circle, cable we pay for, which is being restricted more and more to lock us in to missing one shows climactic ending, ala the old end the show at 10:05 trick, to watch another show on a different network, wait you mean you change the channel. Listen up I pay for TV, if I want to watch this show tomorrow I already paid for it, I want to watch it 10 times a week for 2 weeks, good for me, I paid you already get off my back. Charging me to own a show in resolution less than some guy sitting on his bed taping it with spy camera glasses is just dumb. That means if you buy a whole season of Lost $34, but wait the DVD is $40 and is 720x480, hrm that doesn't sound right at all, over double the quality for a mere $10 after tax. Television needs to seriously rethink their strategy, it's why I own a seris 1 TiVo, no access control on my box, besides the previous mentioned 10:05 trick, go ahead do it, change all the shows to start at random ass times, why do you think people download all your shows, DUH! It's backward ass thinking that higher ups say, "I know lets lock them in to our network so they will watch "Where Grass and Neighboors Meet Season 9" that we are still pushing" while all the interesting shows never make it past season 2 if that. How about we start over, start shows at normal times, let shows run for a season or 2 before deciding to drop them, and just let us watch. Hell I've rewound on my TiVo to catch a funny commercial, it's been known to happen, hell I may even buy something like Evergreen Rainforest Smelling Tide Ver. 8 because I know I need to do laundry and happened to catch it. In essence stop trying to force us to think what you want us to think, we'll let you know when we've decided what's good and what's not and you'll still make you billions of dollars just in time for Christmas. The more you network TV asshats try to restrict my TV watching the more I'm just going to give up and wait for someone to post it on the internet, in 1080x1920 resolution, commercial free and free as in linux. You have the original masters, you have the computing power and you have the bandwidth, make it easy, affordable as in $1 and in any resolution up to 1080i I want and why would I go anywhere else. I want the quality, you just aren't providing it for me and yet my money goes where it only has the choice and that's the cable TV people. Oh and another thing, cable asshats, stop stuffing 9 channels of HD down a pipe that can only hold 5, if you can't broadcast in full 15mbps per stream don't make it look like shit by claiming to offer more HD channels than the other guy, no one wants to watch their episode in HD only to have it more pixelated than an if the episode was stored on an Atari 2600 cartridge. The point of HD in case you missed it is CRYSTAL CLEAR images, not crap that looks fuzzy and like I just downloaded the episode only this is 1998 internet and I have to deal with something the size of a postage stamp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10333765-112931885251433703?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/112931885251433703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=112931885251433703&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112931885251433703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112931885251433703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/10/future-of-tv.html' title='The future of TV'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-112920939574387743</id><published>2005-10-13T08:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T08:16:35.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday</title><content type='html'>Yesterday shaped up to be a great day, besides the whole waking up late part. You know what I'm beginning to like the fact that I don't get Jewish holidays off at work, one being I'm not Jewish and two most of the population of my work is so that leaves three the fact that the bosses either leave early or just plain do not come in leaving me little to do but still getting paid all the same. After a nice easy day at work was done, I took my last midterm which is a load off my mind and feel damn good about the results, I think I did well on both of them. Then I had a lovely dinner, which could have gone on for 5 hours, but alas we both had work in the morning so 2 hours is all we could spare, though we did make the most of it. All in all a great day capped off by a lovely evening, I need more of these, "excuse my sir, may I have another".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10333765-112920939574387743?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/112920939574387743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=112920939574387743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112920939574387743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112920939574387743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/10/holiday.html' title='Holiday'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-112914354554249386</id><published>2005-10-12T13:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T21:14:07.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not yo mama's nuts</title><content type='html'>Ok lemme point out this&lt;a href="http://icsouthlondon.icnetwork.co.uk/0100news/0400lambeth/tm_objectid=16217629&amp;method=full&amp;amp;siteid=50100&amp;amp;headline=squirrels-on-crack-name_page.html"&gt; link&lt;/a&gt; and in particular this sentence, "Crack squirrels are a recognised phenomena in the US." Say WHA?!? Dude I didn't know we had crack squirrels. I mean are they the type of crack squirrels like a crack team of specialists with machine guns and uzi's ready to do any job big or small for the right amount of cash and kick some ass? Oh wait you mean as in crack head squirrels, really... so if you fed 1000 squirrels crack and got them addicted and then trained them to follow your orders and then they would get more crack, then what... well I'll tell you an army of crack head squirrels that's what. Can you imagine that, who'd stop an army of crack squirrels with the ability to lift 10 times their body weight and take numerous bullets and still keep going. I mean hell if you wanted to go that far why not have crack head roaches, now there's an army you would never stop. But surely the Orken man could stop them right? WRONG he would just be pumping more drugs into their system at that point, they'd become super crack head roaches and probably make him a snack and his canister of bug juice their dessert. So who recognizes these crack head squirrels as a phenomena, I mean I don't see Chan. 7 reporting that late last night another drug dealer was struck down by an army of crack squirrels who couldn't pay so they just gnawed their way right through his body and ate the crack all the while leaving his guts spread out across the street spewing blood everywhere. What I wouldn't give for an army of crack head squirrels that's for sho'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10333765-112914354554249386?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/112914354554249386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=112914354554249386&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112914354554249386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112914354554249386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/10/not-yo-mamas-nuts.html' title='Not yo mama&apos;s nuts'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-112891084079744263</id><published>2005-10-09T21:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T21:20:40.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Theater is open for business</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5931/794/1600/05-10-09%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5931/794/320/05-10-09%281%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights On&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5931/794/1600/05-10-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5931/794/320/05-10-09.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lights Off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So here's my new toy, the Sanyo PLV-Z2 in all her 1280x720 glory, that's 720p HD to all you non-techies. Right now it's on a temp screen I made out of blackout material that only comes 54" wide so I've got a 62" 16:9 screen if you do the math. Now once the projector is all mounted the screen will fill at least the width of the closet which is 72" so that makes a 82" 16:9 screen mmmmm tasty. The image is from Dawn of the Dead 2004 Uncut HD Edition, what it's fricken Halloween. Now the fun part comes when I finish everything in my room will I be able to make room for a 100" 16:9 screen well if you know anything you know I'm going to try damn hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10333765-112891084079744263?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/112891084079744263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=112891084079744263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112891084079744263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112891084079744263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/10/theater-is-open-for-business.html' title='The Theater is open for business'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-112888002730860963</id><published>2005-10-09T12:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T12:47:12.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weakend update</title><content type='html'>Well thanks to the Dept. of Transportation I almost died on my way home after they decided it would be nice to close most of I-95 south of Jacksonville down to 1 lane @ 5pm on Thursday. Yeah it’s not like people will be on the road @ 5 on a Thursday cause you know they leave work @ 5 so they should all be home by then. Oh yeah and it was raining so hard you could only see the brake lights of the car about 6 feet away so I’m seriously doubting they were actually going to do any work, you know the thing they closed the roads to do. Brilliant I tell you, just brilliant, I swear do these engineers not play SimCity EVER! I mean they must right; they love to build city roads and shit, it should be part of their test, do not cause mass confusion in a SimCity after 8 hours of play when everyone wants shit like a fire dept. and police dept. within 2 blocks. Then let’s see how their planning skills are after they have to start demolishing roads and crap while fires rage cause the damn fire trucks can’t get to where they need to go. Oh well at least the &lt;a href="http://www.badgerbadgerbadger.com/badger.swf"&gt;badger, mushroom &amp; snake&lt;/a&gt; hypnotize me into calmness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10333765-112888002730860963?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/112888002730860963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=112888002730860963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112888002730860963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112888002730860963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/10/weakend-update.html' title='Weakend update'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-112859254053473424</id><published>2005-10-06T04:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T04:55:40.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jacksonville</title><content type='html'>Jacksonville here I come, hopefully to return tonight after I install a workstation and get the hell outta there. Talk to ya’ll later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10333765-112859254053473424?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/112859254053473424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=112859254053473424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112859254053473424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112859254053473424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/10/jacksonville.html' title='Jacksonville'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-112844873460932826</id><published>2005-10-04T12:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T12:58:54.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Ass Day</title><content type='html'>Well today looks like your typical Florida day, when are we all going to get out of here and live in our million dollar homes on a culdesac with gigabyte ethernet run to each house to get our game on locally?? That would be one fly THC block let me tell you. Finally had a chance to work on the Home Theater PC (HTPC) this weekend, mmmmm HD goodness let me tell you. Now for all you haters who say quality and big (in this case resolution) isn't everything I beg to differ. Can't wait to get some 720p, that's 1280x720 for all you nontechies, at 100 inches, now that's living large. And what you ask did I test all this wonderful new resolution with, Hackers, DUH! Besides the nacho cheese ending they atleast had, what I thought, was a decent depiction of what goes on inside my head when I wade through files. You know large skyscraper like virtual things with rows of file names on them. ;) What's next, Full Metal Jacket, a nod to our time plying BF: Vietnam. Now why this? Well it's the only way to get it in widescreen, I know some of you still don't see the point, widescreen/fullscreen it's all the same and to you I say ZIP IT. It's not the same nor will it ever be, you see more picture in widescreen and it's how it was filmed, why settle for 3/4 of a car when you aren't going anywhere with 3 outta 4 cylinders in that 4 banger of yours. And 2 good reasons why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5931/794/1600/gran-turismo-4-setup3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5931/794/320/gran-turismo-4-setup3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mmm Gran Turismo 4 multi-monitor love, oh wait what was that, you think it's just extra crap no one cares about, ok how about this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5931/794/1600/widescreenHTDsmall.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5931/794/320/widescreenHTDsmall.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh I'm sorry I only have this image in 4:3 Fullscreen not 16:9 widescreen guess you'll just have to fill in the blanks yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10333765-112844873460932826?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/112844873460932826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=112844873460932826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112844873460932826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112844873460932826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/10/rainy-ass-day.html' title='Rainy Ass Day'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-112817288843231885</id><published>2005-10-01T08:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T08:21:28.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Box of Memories</title><content type='html'>Was organizing some stuff in my room and found a box with pictures and cards in it that I’ve been saving. It’s funny how I never seem to take enough pictures; all the memories are stuck in my head. But the ones I have taken somehow allow me to pin point an exact moment or feeling from so long ago and bring it back up like it was yesterday. I guess I was always good at that, remembering pretty much everything, things that most people would forget. Then there are the cards, seeing what people wrote about you previously is good and bad all at the same time. It brings up questions like, am I the same person I was back then, are they the same now, if anything has changed why and where did everything go that was written if things are different now. I guess that’s my biggest hang up, I try and stay true as much as possible to what I say, feel and write, it’s a fault really. When other people tell me they’re different now I can’t understand that, certain things I hold steadfast too as long as I can and don’t see how it’s possible for someone to change their minds or erase feelings. I look at the photos and read the cards and wonder just where that person went, what journey has that person gone through to come out on the other side different from what they once were. I know however that everything I have experienced has made me a better person and that’s something everyone should be proud of, if nothing else, we’ve all helped each other as much as we could and turned out better than had we not all been there for each other.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Music: &lt;/strong&gt;Nickleback – Photograph&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10333765-112817288843231885?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/112817288843231885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=112817288843231885&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112817288843231885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112817288843231885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/10/box-of-memories.html' title='Box of Memories'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-112804860454715821</id><published>2005-09-29T21:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T21:50:04.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lonely Question of WHY?</title><content type='html'>Some interesting stuff I read today on someone’s desk while waiting for Windows Updates to finish:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;“The opposite of love is not hate; it’s indifference; if hate arises than love is not lost only stifled and pushed aside.” Which come to find out is actually take from a quote by Elie Wiesel.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ownership over a past love is called “good friends” or keeping them in check.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Guilt and loneliness only cloud your true feelings once put aside your heart can speak and your true future is found.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Music: &lt;/strong&gt;Shinedown – Save Me&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10333765-112804860454715821?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/112804860454715821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=112804860454715821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112804860454715821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112804860454715821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/09/lonely-question-of-why.html' title='The Lonely Question of WHY?'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-112778778005576058</id><published>2005-09-26T21:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T21:23:00.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's PSA</title><content type='html'>I gained some insight today, a rare thing when you’re on your way to the bathroom, usually you gain insight in the bathroom, or before heading off to the bathroom but on the short trip there? You see when someone coming out of said bathroom passes you in the small hall to that leads to the bathrooms and they says “Sorry Man”. It’s not because they almost ran into you, it’s not cause they left the water running or toilet paper on the floor. Oh no, it’s cause they dropped a deuce, yup no 2 ways about it, oh and if they say sorry it’s only cause not even &lt;a href="http://www.ilovegauge.com/store/myplaything.html"&gt;4 foot 11 inch 92lb cutie pie porn vixen Gauge&lt;/a&gt; herself could find the suction to pull that load down. So word to the wise, when this happens to you, unless you really really can’t hold it, treat that shit like artillery, run for the hills, and any man that’s too slow and gets caught in the updraft, let their poor soul rest in peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10333765-112778778005576058?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/112778778005576058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=112778778005576058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112778778005576058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112778778005576058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/09/todays-psa.html' title='Today&apos;s PSA'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-112736011550637884</id><published>2005-09-21T22:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T22:35:15.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Best of You?</title><content type='html'>Foo Fighters pose a good question, is someone getting the best of you? Well are they? Have they taken your faith, your trust, the pain you feel is real however because either they've taken the best out of you, which is why you need someone else to hang your head on without their noose, they gave you something you didn't have but you had no use for it, you were too weak at the time to give in but something gave you the strength to move on so you didn't loose, but loose what, you only lost the best of yourself. Leaving left your heart under arrest but you need to break loose, your head may be telling you it's life or death but it really isn't, never give in, refuse, someone else there deservers your best, someone else deserves the best of you, because they bring out the best of you and you brind out the best in them. I too am tired of starting again somewhere new, but are you going to resist and just be used, or are you going to give in and find someone getting the best of you and giving the best to you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10333765-112736011550637884?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/112736011550637884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=112736011550637884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112736011550637884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112736011550637884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/09/best-of-you.html' title='Best of You?'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-112726598405405834</id><published>2005-09-20T20:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T20:59:20.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Girls Gone Wild Syndrome</title><content type='html'>Hopefully this post makes sense, I’ve gone back and cleaned up some stuff that’s not clear, it’s polled from sporadic conversations over a few weeks at work that made their rounds at lunch. Enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we found an old picture of one of our coworkers today and wondered what the hell was going on, I mean she was dressed like a slut along with her 2 friends and you would have no idea this was the same person, albeit years younger, standing here today. It turns out that was from some club back in the day and blah blah blah. Anyway somehow we get on the topic of what I like to call “The Girls Gone Wild” syndrome. What is it? Well you can have a goody goody two shoes girl who would never do any wrong; turn into a slut given the right circumstances. Like what? Well I’ll tell you but first you must realize woman have more determination than what guys give them credit for. You see when guys compete they take it the extra mile when they feel it is needed but women will flat out go 100 miles beyond what you ever expected and then some for fame, fortune, booty, peer acceptance, etc; basically the right circumstances. Case and point the old 2 guy friends argue over a girl, take it outside, beat on each other, then have a beer. Women compete over a guy, hell it doesn’t even have to be a real competition, she just has to feel threatened that what she wants, piece of ass in front of her, is now being stalked by, looked at by or winked at by other woman. She will go from little Mrs. Nice to full on super slut, and the alcohol helps bring it out even more. See woman, for whatever reason; compete against their self and each other, and for whatever reason that thing, booty call, fame, peer acceptance, flips a switch and rules are now gone and the only thing left is to win the prize. Granted this isn’t an everyday thing, like I said given the right circumstances it’ll happen you can’t expect just to take Lisa the Librarian and expect her to start stripping but there is that small chance given the right incentive, so you just keep wondering about what those glasses have been hiding all along. Guys aren’t off the hook but remember guys tend to start with the thing in mind at the beginning as a goal, if they want booty they set out, some women do set out with this drive but the one’s you never thought about have the ability to just turn into Wonder Slut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5931/794/1600/mild.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5931/794/320/mild.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5931/794/1600/wild.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5931/794/320/wild.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;Goody Two Shoes&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;Wonder Slut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10333765-112726598405405834?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/112726598405405834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=112726598405405834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112726598405405834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112726598405405834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/09/girls-gone-wild-syndrome.html' title='The Girls Gone Wild Syndrome'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-112723471528805273</id><published>2005-09-20T11:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T12:00:08.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You Damn Right, ARRRRRR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #320 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 10px; BORDER-TOP: #320 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 10px; LEFT: 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 25px 0px 25px -200px; BORDER-LEFT: #320 1px solid; WIDTH: 400px; COLOR: #320; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #320 1px solid; FONT-FAMILY: serif; POSITION: relative; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #c9b390; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pirate name is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 32px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad Jack Rackham&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; WIDTH: 100px; POSITION: relative; TOP: 2px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #320" src="http://www.fidius.org/quiz/pirate/flag.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="LEFT: 10px; WIDTH: 290px; POSITION: relative; TOP: 5px; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every pirate is a little bit crazy. You, though, are more than just a little bit. You have the good fortune of having a good name, since Rackham (pronounced RACKem, not rack-ham) is one of the coolest sounding surnames for a pirate. Arr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a style="LEFT: 0px; WIDTH: 100%; COLOR: #f8eecc; BOTTOM: 2px; POSITION: absolute" href="http://www.fidius.org/quiz/pirate/"&gt;Get your own pirate name from fidius.org.&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/10333765-112723471528805273?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/112723471528805273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=112723471528805273&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112723471528805273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112723471528805273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/09/you-damn-right-arrrrrr.html' title='You Damn Right, ARRRRRR'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-112718042107949173</id><published>2005-09-18T19:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T05:05:36.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weak-end Update</title><content type='html'>So lets see first off there was Saturday, great times to be had for all. Went out with &lt;a href="http://chromiumthc.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chrome&lt;/a&gt;, Mrs. Chrome and Spec-tacularrrr. First we piled in the sushi, mmmm all you can eat, good stuff, bad service. Apparently there was a defect in the sushi roll making and the girl manning the bar needed reinforcements. With no supply drop in sight and her wingman seeming to take random ass breaks that lasted 10 min every 2 min our consumption of glorious rolls of rice with a hint of fish was slower than a self propelled lawn mower in reverse. Anyway after that fiasco we head off to watch a special showing of Aliens @ the &lt;a href="http://www.sunrisecinemas.com/"&gt;Fountains&lt;/a&gt;, there was much debate before hand as to which version was to be shown. Well apparently it was the version that had been buried, then dug up and thrown about by a tornado and some how managed to be pieced back together for this showing. Example here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5931/794/1600/Aliens_Fountains.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5931/794/320/Aliens_Fountains.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top being what we saw, bottom being something relevant to VHS quality, yeah it was bad, had it’s good moments but bad picture quality all the way. Anyway seeing it on the big screen was enjoyment in and of itself so I’m glad I got the chance to see it, I just wish a slightly better print had been available, hell I would have paid full price for that instead of the $5.50. Anyway on comes Sunday, ah the day of rest and people who don’t read. Late afternoon I get a call from this girl I’ve been meaning to hook up with, finally we are both free. We meet at Starbucks for some coffee and good conversation or so I thought, first she tells me, she doesn’t like coffee and wants to get a soda, uhm ok hi, when I said let’s meet at Starbucks it was to get COFFEE, hence the name. I get my coffee and, as luck would have it there’s a Walgreens right there to pop in so she can get herself a soda. We start talking, everything seems well till I suggest we hit up the movies right there, she mentions how she doesn’t like movies, uh what? At some point before this I remember mentioning the fact I like movies and wanted someone to watch them with, on top of that she doesn’t even look like what I’m looking for. Some how she thinks everything went great, asking if I wanted to come back to her place, uhm no. Don’t get me wrong she was nice, but it would be nice if she had something I was looking for but nice by itself just doesn’t cut it. So lets recap, doesn’t like movies, isn’t physically what I’m looking for and somewhere in there mentioned she hates videogames, wow 3 for 3, just one word comes to mind, nice. The aside to this story brings about a conversation I had with &lt;a href="http://chromiumthc.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chrome&lt;/a&gt; and Mrs. Chrome on the way home from the movies Mariah Carrey or Alicia Silverstone? What does this have to do with said date, body type, she was neither, oh you want classification alright; Mariah Carrey = Thick, Alicia Silverstone = Baby Fat, both of which I am interested in, girl on date = Kate Moss. I want a woman who’s got curves that'll make circles jealous, dig? There are always exceptions to be made but for me this is what I’m after along with other said qualities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10333765-112718042107949173?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/112718042107949173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=112718042107949173&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112718042107949173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112718042107949173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/09/weak-end-update.html' title='Weak-end Update'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-112667111116336229</id><published>2005-09-13T23:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T23:11:51.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Women and their Guy "Friends"</title><content type='html'>So this topic came up at work during lunch and I feel the need to post this in hopes to make a small impact in society by perhaps even 1 woman reading this and passing it on to her daughter and therein start the chain reaction needed to help men everywhere. First off I’ve come to the conclusion that men will never know what woman want, ever. Even if they flat out told us it would still be behind half truths and wink, wink, nudge, nudge type shit, because let’s face it even they really don’t know what is going on in their heads. So I’m going to let woman on to something they should already know but apparently have forgotten. Actually maybe they didn’t forget, I would bet they know, it’s just they’ve made up their mind to ignore it and make themselves feel better. What is it? The guy “friend” theory, now many women will own up to the fact that yes in fact they know that their so called “friend” has a thing for them but brush it off with, “I wouldn’t want to wreck our friendship”, or “he’s almost like a brother”. Well I propose a test, invite guy over, answer door in towel, take him into your room and tell him you want his opinion. While standing so you are in front of him, it’s best to do with a mirror in front of you so you don’t have to turn around, drop your towel and reach for some new article of clothing. Watch his face, expression and pants, hopefully you’ve positioned yourself right. If said guy isn’t blushing with Woodrow Wilson ready to rip through his pants like Hulk Hogan through a yellow muscle shirt, well let’s face it, despite the fact he’s been in relationships that he has no doubt told you about with countless woman, he’s gay. And any woman can do this, unless your name happens to be jabberwocky, and score big time. Let’s face it woman can put the moves on any guy and get what they want. But why would she want to do this to her guy “friend”? You would now have a guy who would a) treat you better than any guy you could meet b) give you the best sex of your life and c) stick with you through it all, cause he’s already been there up till now, he never left even through all the shit he has heard and you’ve told him all your secrets, both good and bad. Now A, B and C all have a clause and of course there are exceptions to every rule. First the clause, these all depend on just how much dirt the woman has dished out and how well her guy “friend” was listening. But if she dishes out enough dirt even without listening the guy “friend” easily has the edge. The exception, not everything is a sure thing so if it doesn’t work out just go back to being friends at least now you both know what you both have been wondering and might have even learned something new in the process. The plus side being you already know about each other, share common interests and you want to or already do spend so much time together you both might as well try it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10333765-112667111116336229?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/112667111116336229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=112667111116336229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112667111116336229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112667111116336229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/09/women-and-their-guy-friends.html' title='Women and their Guy &quot;Friends&quot;'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-112606332458041506</id><published>2005-09-06T22:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T22:26:41.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blow out a testicle or 2!!</title><content type='html'>Seriously do you want the most awesome drink of all time, DO YOU! Do fruity energy drinks make you puke, do you find yourself needing 5 or 6 Redbull’s just to stay awake? Give you wings huh? How about a jet engine, complete with enough fuel to go around the world 8 times and still stop with a *&lt;strong&gt;hard* &lt;/strong&gt;bonus. What kind of awsomeness is this? This is $5 of pure ASS KICKING GOODNESS. This was all &lt;strong&gt;on the can&lt;/strong&gt;, bold print to point out the good stuff:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Recommended Use: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Shake well prior to use. Always begin use with one-half can (4oz.) of Black Pearl™ daily to assess tolerance. Never exceed more than two cans daily or more than one can in a four-hour period. Do not cosume Black Pearl™ on an empty stomach. May cause nauseousness.WARNING:NOT FOR USE BY INDIVIDUALS UNDER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;THE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AGE OF 18 YEARS. DO NOT USE IF PREGNANT OR NURSING. Consult a physician or licensed qualified health care professional before using this product if you have, or have a family history of, heart disease, thyroid desease, diabetes, high blood pressure, depression or other psychiatric condition, glaucoma, difficulty in urinating, prostate enlargement, or seizure disorder, or if you are using a pseudoephedrine, or phenylpropanolamine (ingredients found in certain allery, asthma, cough or cold, and weight control products). Do not exceed recommend serving. Exceeding recommended serving may cause adverse health effects. Discontinue use and call a physician or licensed qualified health care professional immediatly if you experience rapid heartbeat, dizziness, sever headache, shortness of breath, or other similar symptoms. Individuals who are sensitive &lt;/strong&gt;to&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;effects of caffeine or have a medical condition should consult a licensed health care professional before consuming manner inconsistent with label guidelines. Do not use for weight reduction. KEEP OUT OF REACH OF CHILDREN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that’s what I’m talking about! What is this elixir your ask? &lt;a href="http://www.vpxsports.com//newweb/products/prod_detail.asp?cat=Libido%20Enhancement&amp;id=24"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Black Pearl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another key fact is Black Pearl is so full of fortitude that is contains 378% of your daily intake of Vitamin C, we wouldn’t want you catching a cold &amp;amp; sneezing while kicking ass and taking names, who can sneeze and kick anway? Who on earth would make such a drink? A drink so crazy not even the FDA will touch it? This man:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5931/794/1600/a_body[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5931/794/320/a_body%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aww yes, the drink of the gods brought to you by the Green Goblin himself, directly after injecting himself with the goblin juice. Why would anyone want this? Why not?!? Open the can, notice that it is a dual walled aluminum smooth machined can, why would anyone go to such lengths just for a can you ask? One whiff will tell you right away this is no ordinary beverage, as if the warning didn’t give away it’s immense goodness. Smell the fumes of jet fuel, mixed with alcohol run off from the autobaun, that is then rid of all it’s water and mixed with ethanol and sulfur. Yes once you inhale, hell your lungs don’t even need to work, who am I kidding this stuff will bring people out of a coma, the dead to life, kill the rain forest, pollute the everglades and still have enough left in it’s little can to power your car home and get you buzzin. Did I mention it enhances your libido, yes that’s right Mr. Happy is JACKED right along with you. So I say GET JACKED! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Drink 2 and blow out all 4 testicles, who needs’em anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10333765-112606332458041506?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/112606332458041506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=112606332458041506&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112606332458041506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112606332458041506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/09/blow-out-testicle-or-2.html' title='Blow out a testicle or 2!!'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-112596892974842149</id><published>2005-09-05T20:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T20:08:49.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another semester over... Thank God</title><content type='html'>Well another semester is over, and now the fun stuff, Hacking 101, mmm-mmmmm good. New job is great, oh and they have the Lays potato chips, The Works, basically everything you would put on a baked potato, and we all know what a chip is right… ding ding ding exactly Watson. It’s some lip smacking goodness there, about time someone thought to bring all that goodness into bite sized pieces.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current Music: &lt;/strong&gt;Nonpoint – Your Signs&lt;br/&gt;“&lt;em&gt;Your signs are pointing to nowhere. And thats exactly where I won’t go.&lt;/em&gt;”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10333765-112596892974842149?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/112596892974842149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=112596892974842149&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112596892974842149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112596892974842149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/09/another-semester-over-thank-god.html' title='Another semester over... Thank God'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-112488563989572363</id><published>2005-08-24T07:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T07:13:59.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals</title><content type='html'>Finals are really grinding me to a halt, but no worries so far I got a B on the first one and only one more to go. In other news the new Tim Burton movie, The Corpse Bride, looks kick ass which reminds me, I need to go get The Nightmare Before Christmas on DVD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10333765-112488563989572363?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/112488563989572363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=112488563989572363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112488563989572363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112488563989572363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/08/finals.html' title='Finals'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-112455660877981157</id><published>2005-08-20T11:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T11:50:08.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spyware the new 3M</title><content type='html'>People are funny and actually &lt;a href="http://news.zdnet.co.uk/internet/security/0,39020375,39213731,00.htm"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; tells the whole story, people have no clue as to what spyware is. And this comes at a great point, last night while out at the local Publix I’m wearing my fashionable “&lt;a href="http://www.jinx.com/scripts/details.asp?affid=-1&amp;productID=406"&gt;I (heart) Spyware&lt;/a&gt;” T-shirt and the cashier lady of approx. 65-70 years old says to me “I’ve heard lots of great things about that Spyware company do you work for them or just buy stuff from them?” Now being the fact she’s old I wasn’t about to just put the smackdown on her and I mean come on she’s a cashier at Publix. I just replied “Yeah they pay me well” with a big grin on my face. Cause lord knows spyware keeps me employed and I’ve never bought shit from those damn spyware company people, I mean the Chia Pillow and the Amazing Teflon Spoon come on who would.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10333765-112455660877981157?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/112455660877981157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=112455660877981157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112455660877981157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112455660877981157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/08/spyware-new-3m.html' title='Spyware the new 3M'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-112436554727964029</id><published>2005-08-18T06:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T06:45:47.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it's happened</title><content type='html'>Today I finally hit an all time low, now it's been coming a long time, and i'm pretty sure quite a few of you saw this a long time ago. I just hope everyone can stand by and hope for the best, I mean I wasn't even watching and am not sure just how it happened. Next time I promise I'll watch more closely and make sure that I don't end up copying something like The Princess Diaries 1 &amp; 2 and make sure Netflix doesn't send something like that ever again, I swear. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10333765-112436554727964029?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/112436554727964029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=112436554727964029&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112436554727964029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112436554727964029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/08/its-happened.html' title='it&apos;s happened'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-112349817545144876</id><published>2005-08-08T05:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T05:49:35.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>to the celebration of all slain hope</title><content type='html'>Man what a crazy weak, we had a whole RAID array go down at work cause fucking HP is oh so smart and took 3 days to fix. I guess the good part is a) I actually got to verify the backups from tape work, b) I got to do a complete backup from tape and c) I know never to recommend anyone to by anything from HP, but that's been a given for awhile it's just now confirmed. I'm still left wondering why no one has a bootable image tape software, either that or we didn't buy it. In other non-techno news my head is still kinda all fucked up but i've been having a great time figuring out just what I want in a woman. I'm leaning more toward the like me but with that whole X instead of Y chromosome thing then I'd be all set :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10333765-112349817545144876?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/112349817545144876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=112349817545144876&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112349817545144876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112349817545144876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/08/to-celebration-of-all-slain-hope.html' title='to the celebration of all slain hope'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-112303471474717368</id><published>2005-08-02T20:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T21:05:14.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>awww a picture of baby me</title><content type='html'>yup I was &lt;a href="http://www.mycathatesyou.com/cats/alpha/n/1867"&gt;one pissed baby&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost a little hair, a little, but most of it is still there ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Current Music:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B0001Z3ILW/qid=1123034303/sr=1-1/ref=sr_1_1/103-8712344-1654249?v=glance&amp;s=music"&gt;Mario Williams - I Don't Wanna Know&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Did he touch you better then me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: monospace; font-style: italic;"&gt;,&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did you show him all those things that you used to do to me&lt;/span&gt;" yeah I don't think so...&lt;br /&gt;I got more skill than a how-to book, more moves than a prowrestler, a bag of tricks bigger than David Copperfield, more stamina than diesel engine and more reserves than the U.S. Army. In other words I'm Lance Armstrong and he's the guy in last place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10333765-112303471474717368?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/112303471474717368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=112303471474717368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112303471474717368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112303471474717368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/08/awww-picture-of-baby-me.html' title='awww a picture of baby me'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-112297946762164995</id><published>2005-08-02T05:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T05:44:27.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally...</title><content type='html'>Finally got a new set of speakers and have them all mounted on the wall. Now there is the case of what the hell to do with all the damn speaker wire, but i'm working on a solution to that, for now i'm just enjoying my handy work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Current Music:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B00009YXGH/qid=1122979439/sr=8-1/ref=pd_bbs_1/103-8595597-7701405?v=glance&amp;s=music&amp;amp;n=507846"&gt;Three Days Grace - Overrated&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10333765-112297946762164995?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/112297946762164995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=112297946762164995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112297946762164995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112297946762164995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/08/finally.html' title='Finally...'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-112263531431139745</id><published>2005-07-29T06:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T06:08:34.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey where's the Mocha...</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;You're a cappuccino!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.coffeebeanqueen.com/quiz/cappuccino.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.coffeebeanqueen.com/quiz/"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;What Kind Of Coffee Are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://www.coffeebeanqueen.com/"&gt;coffeebeanqueen.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song of the Day:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B0009PVZWI/qid=1122635269/sr=1-2/ref=sr_1_2/103-8595597-7701405?v=glance&amp;amp;s=music"&gt;Foo Fighters - Best of You&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10333765-112263531431139745?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/112263531431139745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=112263531431139745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112263531431139745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112263531431139745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/07/hey-wheres-mocha.html' title='Hey where&apos;s the Mocha...'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-112260594419549376</id><published>2005-07-28T21:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T21:59:04.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's the point?</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure of having a gated community when the gate is always either a) broken or b) open, anyone...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Current Love Song of the Night:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B00008RJQP/qid=1122605857/sr=1-2/ref=sr_1_2/103-8595597-7701405?v=glance&amp;amp;s=music"&gt;Bonnie Raitt - I Can't Make You Love Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10333765-112260594419549376?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/112260594419549376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=112260594419549376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112260594419549376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112260594419549376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/07/whats-point.html' title='What&apos;s the point?'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-112254751799292818</id><published>2005-07-28T05:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T05:45:17.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Say it isn't so</title><content type='html'>Why would Google fix this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5931/794/1600/parisgoogle1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5931/794/400/parisgoogle.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean I really hope they have better things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Current Music:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/B0000013H7/qid=1122547491/sr=2-2/ref=pd_bbs_b_2_2/103-8595597-7701405"&gt;Usher - You Make Me Wanna&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10333765-112254751799292818?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/112254751799292818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=112254751799292818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112254751799292818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112254751799292818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/07/say-it-isnt-so.html' title='Say it isn&apos;t so'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-112246111630883834</id><published>2005-07-27T05:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T05:45:16.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spam Hurts</title><content type='html'>Just look at this &lt;a href="http://www.webpronews.com/news/ebusinessnews/wpn-45-20050725DidAntiSpamGangKillRussianSpammer.html"&gt;guy&lt;/a&gt;, I mean seriously how many people can you piss off before the &lt;a href="http://www.franksreelreviews.com/shorttakes/cf/cffrankenstein/mill02.jpg"&gt;mob outside&lt;/a&gt; really does kill you, DUH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Current Music:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B00006879E/qid=1122461049/sr=8-1/ref=pd_bbs_1/103-8595597-7701405?v=glance&amp;s=music&amp;amp;n=507846"&gt;Maroon 5 - She Will Be Loved&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10333765-112246111630883834?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/112246111630883834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=112246111630883834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112246111630883834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112246111630883834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/07/spam-hurts.html' title='Spam Hurts'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-112237447780891157</id><published>2005-07-26T05:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T05:41:17.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another one from the crazy world of people who love their animals way too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.petsignsplus.com/1small3x12orderpg/pooporderpg.html#pooppoll"&gt;http://www.petsignsplus.com/1small3x12orderpg/pooporderpg.html#pooppoll&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Current Music:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B000255J2M/qid=1122374434/sr=8-1/ref=pd_bbs_1/103-8595597-7701405?v=glance&amp;s=music&amp;amp;n=507846"&gt;Ryan Cabrera - True&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10333765-112237447780891157?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/112237447780891157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=112237447780891157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112237447780891157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112237447780891157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/07/another-one-from-crazy-world-of-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-112228800165563775</id><published>2005-07-25T05:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T06:36:08.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you bend like this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.izpitera.ru/lj/tetka.swf"&gt;http://www.izpitera.ru/lj/tetka.swf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep refreshing for a different journey everytime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I'd like to thank the person who got watermelon on my shirt this weekend, you know who you are -_- Just for that you're in line for a smacked bottom, so pull'em down and bend over ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Current Music:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B0001GH5QU/ref=m_art_li_10/103-8595597-7701405?v=glance&amp;amp;s=music"&gt;HIM - And Love Said No&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10333765-112228800165563775?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/112228800165563775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=112228800165563775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112228800165563775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112228800165563775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/07/can-you-bend-like-this.html' title='Can you bend like this?'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-112216398725538040</id><published>2005-07-23T19:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T19:13:07.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh what a tangled web we weave, When first we practice to deceive</title><content type='html'>You ever wonder if what you were thinking about was wrong? What if that idea kept coming back? Would you finally try something and risk it all only to find out maybe you weren't wrong after all? What if what you wanted someone else did too and neither one of you said anything thing? Is it wrong to put your happiness first or should you wait till the dust settles, pick up the pieces and then partake in what you hoped was going to make you happy, would there be anything left there at all?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10333765-112216398725538040?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/112216398725538040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=112216398725538040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112216398725538040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112216398725538040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/07/oh-what-tangled-web-we-weave-when.html' title='Oh what a tangled web we weave, When first we practice to deceive'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-112182578650689098</id><published>2005-07-19T21:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T21:20:29.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry for the stupid things</title><content type='html'>Dunno what's wrong but I think this move came at a really bad time. With everything else going on in my head and my shit in boxes and over there and there and look some more over here everything is just a mess. I'm hardly looking for sympathy, i'm looking for a ledge to stand on and right now all I see is sheer rock, wtf. Kinda reminds me of the old days when I used to feel this way but I always made it through and sticking shit out is my biggest quality, i've always been good at hanging on till the very end; till there's either absolutely nothing left in sight or I've gained everything back 10 fold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10333765-112182578650689098?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/112182578650689098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=112182578650689098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112182578650689098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112182578650689098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/07/sorry-for-stupid-things.html' title='Sorry for the stupid things'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-112170960387747569</id><published>2005-07-18T12:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T13:00:03.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trapt - Still Frame</title><content type='html'>Says it all, I feel somewhat stagnant right now, like something is missing and holding me back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10333765-112170960387747569?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/112170960387747569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=112170960387747569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112170960387747569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112170960387747569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/07/trapt-still-frame.html' title='Trapt - Still Frame'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-112136632522293334</id><published>2005-07-14T13:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T13:38:45.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>damn bellsouth</title><content type='html'>No internet till the weekend is killing me, ARG I've been seeing a lot of things differently about myself lately and it's a good thing this time. There's still more to do, more to work on, and more to become better. There's still a part of me that's missing and finding that piece is a tough journey but I will get through it, no matter how long it takes, I always do, I just wish it would hurry itself up this time. It's the perfect balance in life, when you have it, everything it golden, but once you have it and then you loose it, it seems like forever until you get it back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10333765-112136632522293334?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/112136632522293334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=112136632522293334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112136632522293334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112136632522293334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/07/damn-bellsouth.html' title='damn bellsouth'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-112121274148095526</id><published>2005-07-12T18:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T18:59:01.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Every woman is a mystery to be solved</title><content type='html'>Was at Barne's &amp;amp; Noble this weekend, wandered around for a bit and picked up a copy of "The Rules". What's "The Rules" you ask? A guide for woman to mess with a guys head. Like ending situations first, phone, dates shit like that. Why would I read this? Easy, knowing what I'm up against and how to defend against it. Take all their rules and use it against them, seems only fair they are trying to capture men, "F" that throw it right back at them, it's all biology and genetic evolution and works both ways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10333765-112121274148095526?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/112121274148095526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=112121274148095526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112121274148095526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112121274148095526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/07/every-woman-is-mystery-to-be-solved.html' title='Every woman is a mystery to be solved'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-112103524865793404</id><published>2005-07-10T17:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T17:40:48.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made? What is worth living for, and what is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same: only love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Alright so everyone except Chrome looses a cool point for not calling me on my trip back from Tampa. I COULD HAVE DIED PEOPLE! :) But thankfully I didn't and now you feel the wrath. There are a few things you can do to get this back but it wouldn't be any fun if I told you and it's different for everyone especially the opposite sex. Chrome however gets bonus points for not only being better than Map Quest, as usual, but steering me away from massive rain and other nastiness. To elaborate on my previous post I'm not turning into a womanizer, on the contrary I will treat women as well as they deserve to be treated by not giving them the benefit of the doubt, they have to earn it. Go ahead take all your games and rules and try'em and see what happens, you're in my court now and I hold all the cards. In other news I found another stupid person living in my complex, no this person isn't trying to pull out this is how I found their car @ around 5:30-6am, I guess having money means being able to leave the lot and not read the directions that say "Must use emergency brake when parking a manual car".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5931/794/1600/Stupid%20People.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5931/794/320/Stupid%20People.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10333765-112103524865793404?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/112103524865793404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=112103524865793404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112103524865793404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112103524865793404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/07/what-is-sacred-of-what-is-spirit-made.html' title='What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made? What is worth living for, and what is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same: only love'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-112077102377915903</id><published>2005-07-07T16:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T16:17:03.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I cried out with no reply and I can't feel you by my side</title><content type='html'>Suh-weet TAMPA HERE I COME. In other news I heard on the radio today the DJ's praising "976-Nick", not his real number btw, because his perk from his job was fixing other peoples computers. Now I fix tons of peoples computers and it's not a perk from work; so it's all my time and spare parts, I don't here anyone praising me. Sorry side tracked back to Tampa, I'm on a nice 4-5 hour drive back tomorrow, that would be Friday the 8th of July, I wonder if anyone will read this and call me on my drive home from 7pm-Midnight so I don't fall asleep and DIE! I've also stopped being a nice guy, why you ask, cause nice guys finish last and don't get shit in the way of girls. All the girls I want, the ones with the nice thighs and under 5'5" are not interested in going out, so it's time for a change to better myself and my way of life to get what I want. Nuff said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10333765-112077102377915903?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/112077102377915903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=112077102377915903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112077102377915903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112077102377915903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-cried-out-with-no-reply-and-i-cant.html' title='I cried out with no reply and I can&apos;t feel you by my side'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-112069072330799301</id><published>2005-07-06T17:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T17:58:43.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>R U Seepy?</title><content type='html'>Despite the fact that this guy sounds like the worst American Idol Reject he makes a good point. &lt;a href="http://www2.b3ta.com/sleepy-kittens/"&gt;Why are cats always on permenant snooze?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10333765-112069072330799301?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/112069072330799301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=112069072330799301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112069072330799301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112069072330799301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/07/r-u-seepy.html' title='R U Seepy?'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-112061433534930666</id><published>2005-07-05T20:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T17:59:49.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ryu gets the taco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ncity.net/seokjooseongmi.wmv"&gt;Amazing what people will do wearing video game costumes&lt;/a&gt;, funny as hell and reminds me I want to learn to salsa, well if I did it, it would be hot salsa cause I'm so damn HOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5931/794/1600/salsafight1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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In other news I get to take a trip up to Tampa this Friday to fix some machines and stay over a night on the company card. Travel for free and fix computers, this new job rocks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10333765-112060135734405174?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/112060135734405174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=112060135734405174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112060135734405174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112060135734405174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/07/new-hard-drive.html' title='New Hard Drive'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-112024081811456169</id><published>2005-07-01T12:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T13:05:27.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LOOK @ THESE GUNS! *GRR*</title><content type='html'>Finally, after all the sweat and time I put into working out I'm seeing results, today my pants needed to go one more loop smaller on my waist to stay on. Now i'm not by any means fat nor am I going all psycho health nut but it sure does feel good. "What'cha gonna do when these 26 inch pythons come for you!!!" Come on everyone loves the Hulkster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10333765-112024081811456169?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/112024081811456169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=112024081811456169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112024081811456169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112024081811456169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/07/look-these-guns-grr.html' title='LOOK @ THESE GUNS! *GRR*'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-112015046391626208</id><published>2005-06-30T11:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T11:15:12.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey Time - Cause I'm @ Work and bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;Sleep with or without clothes on? without but sometimes boxers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prefer black or blue pens? black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dress up on Halloween? Used too but not anymore, I'd like to get an awsome Jason Voorhees or Zombie costume&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like to travel? With someone yes, alone, eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like someone? Yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do they know? Magic 8 Ball Says: "Reply Hazy, try again" damn it, if they do why don't they tell me or atleast make a move next time I see them so I know, pinch my ass or something geez, yeah I'm talking to you DO IT! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep on your side? I wake up on my stomach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think you're attractive? Psh hotter than a jalepeno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to get married? Very much so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alaska or Hawaii? Hrm Hawaii for Honeymoon, Alaska for cruise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a good student? Right now, I'm rocking it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you currently in a relationship? Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you involved in sports? Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthplace? MIA BABY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas or Halloween? Chistmas, time with family, friends and loved ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color or black-and-white photo? Black and White to make it classy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do long distance relationships work? If the right people are involved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in astrology? I'm going to say it's 100% but it can be right sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in God? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in love at first sight? Unfortunately yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you consider yourself the life of the party? Nope more like background&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you drink? Every so often you'll catch me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a car? It's all about the Taurus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a job? brand new too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you make fun of people? Yup, but we all make fun of each other so what's the big deal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;Do you think dreams eventually come true? Magic 8 Ball Says: "Better Not Tell You Now" DAMN YOU 8 Ball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fave things to do? I'm not going to put that here ;) but it involves 2 people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fave breakfast food?&lt;br /&gt;MILK &amp; CEREAL! duh! "Milk &amp;amp; Stereo, Stereo Stereo, Milk &amp; Cereal, Cereal &amp;amp; Milk, Cheerio-eo-eo-eoeoeoe"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;Fave Candy?&lt;br /&gt;Mounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fav Vacation spot?&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere with friends &amp; a bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite body part of the opposite/same sex:&lt;br /&gt;Thighs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite cartoon?&lt;br /&gt;Aqua Teen Hunger Force&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to the movies or rent?&lt;br /&gt;Both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever moved?&lt;br /&gt;Yes and about to do it again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever stolen anything (from a store)?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah &amp;amp; once I was even forced too, I get a hug and then I feel hands going in my pocket and them saying "shhh" Uh-huh you know who you is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's the weather right now?&lt;br /&gt;Sunny but about to rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hug or kiss?&lt;br /&gt;Making out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;E DAWG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time you showered?&lt;br /&gt;About 6 hours ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loud or soft music?&lt;br /&gt;with my SVS you can't help but have it loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More romantic; baths or showers?&lt;br /&gt;Always the shower, bath is nice and all but showers have proven to be the best, I know from experience ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night or day?&lt;br /&gt;hrm Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of Pillows?&lt;br /&gt;I have 4 but use 1 or 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piano or guitar?&lt;br /&gt;Piano, used to be able to play; I still love the sound of a grand piano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read or write?&lt;br /&gt;Read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Single or taken?&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't this already asked, single, thanks for making me feel better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;Snow or water?&lt;br /&gt;Never seen snow but I want too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Work and stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What clothes are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;Fitted grey khaki's and a blue polo shirt, clean shaven, style'n and profile'n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes you vomit?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing that I can think of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;What's on your computer screen?&lt;br /&gt;this quiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's right next to you?&lt;br /&gt;VoIP phone like in 24, flat screen monitor &amp; laptop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your bedtime?&lt;br /&gt;When I get to it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your best physical feature?&lt;br /&gt;"Do you know how to sew, cause i'm RIPPED!" "GRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr" and my baby blue eyes, awww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your name backwards?&lt;br /&gt;let's see, enorab kcirtap salohcin&lt;br /&gt;don't say it all forwards, i'll think i'm in trouble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;Who do you talk to the most online?&lt;br /&gt;THC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you do this survey hit me up with a comment and where I can find your answers&lt;/span&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/10333765-112015046391626208?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/112015046391626208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=112015046391626208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112015046391626208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112015046391626208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/06/survey-time-cause-im-work-and-bored.html' title='Survey Time - Cause I&apos;m @ Work and bored'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-112004323354760227</id><published>2005-06-29T05:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T20:02:38.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just turn around and I'll be there... I'm Moving Into Your Atmosphere</title><content type='html'>Ok, bit ol recap on my busy ass self; Wed the 22nd of June was the "Big O", no not the kinda the women always want from me, Orlando. Drove there for a day to fix some computers and stuff for work, pretty nice building. Friday the 24th of June again the "Big O", hey what can I say it's always multiple times with me, this time for a party. Had a nice time with the family, celebrated my grandfathers 80th birthday and got to see family I haven't seen in forever and probably won't again, but you know how those things go. Monday, flew to Atlanta for work, woke my ass up at the butt crack of dawn to make it there by 8am so I could leave at 3pm. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*CUE THE PICTURES*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5931/794/1600/Rainy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5931/794/320/Rainy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is called, it's raining, i'm looking out a plane window and it's so damn early there is no sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5931/794/1600/Welcome%20to%20ATL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5931/794/320/Welcome%20to%20ATL.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Welcome to Atlanta, where the players play and we ride on dem things like ev-ery day"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5931/794/1600/Starbucks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5931/794/320/Starbucks.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the only Starbucks in the Atlanta Airport, those damn bastards from Seattle's Best Coffee Co. have atleast 8 but one taste of that crap and I knew I had to make the long haul from gate 1 where I landed to gate 34 or some crap, basically the ass end from where I was. But at least I got some good caffeine in me for the day ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5931/794/1600/Bellsouth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5931/794/320/Bellsouth.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the big ass logo for the giant Bellsouth Building, it looks like a prison, I wonder what kind of ping I would get plugging in here. As a side note, not wireless signal anywhere to test, guess they must be strict about having 802.11x anywhere near this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5931/794/1600/Weird%20Torch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5931/794/320/Weird%20Torch.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's this weird torch looking thing it looks like someone stole off the Statue of Liberty or something, I have no idea what it's for but it just look outta place. As a side note the reason I'm walking is cause the damn train people told me the wrong stop so I ended up walking from building 200 to building 1500, thanks guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5931/794/1600/Buildings%20in%20the%20Sky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5931/794/320/Buildings%20in%20the%20Sky.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clouds where so low some tops of buildings were covered by them here. Also I got some coffee at the only other Starbucks I saw here and across the street was the Youth Center for the Blind. What's interesting about that is they had the children feeling small plants and telling them what they were, then letting them plant them around the tree that was in the sidewalk, the only place there was soil to plant. They were still like normal children throwing dirt at each other and stuff so it was pretty amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5931/794/1600/My%20Building.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5931/794/320/My%20Building.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the building in the background is my building, this is when I'm heading back. And as a side note there's a damn train station right next to the building I could have gotten off at. But then I wouldn't have as many pictures, so I guess it worked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5931/794/1600/Train%20Ride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5931/794/320/Train%20Ride.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a photo of the "Marta" the train that got me to the terminal on time. We need some of this shit here in Florida, not just the damn Metro Rail BS that goes like 2 miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5931/794/1600/Train%20Ride%20Window.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5931/794/320/Train%20Ride%20Window.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking out the window on my ride back, here's a pic of one of the nicer views from a train stop, hey it was either this or pictures of the ghetto so quit your yapping it'll be all over in a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5931/794/1600/Me%20Chilling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5931/794/320/Me%20Chilling.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to steal all of your Georgia Peaches, the smoother the better, what can I say but "I can eat a peach for hours" ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5931/794/1600/ATL%20Terminal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5931/794/320/ATL%20Terminal.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a pic from the train of the crazy Atlanta terminal, way more hustle and bustle than the Ft. Lauderdale or PBI airports, but maybe about the same as MIA from what I remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5931/794/1600/Crazy%20Kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5931/794/320/Crazy%20Kids.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See these 2 children in the background, they were funny as shit, running into stuff, throwing toys at people and the little boy in the yellow would not stop asking his mom "mommy when are the pirates gonna be here?" I kept thinking little man I'm right here, till I realized he meant pilots not pirates. The best part was the child in the white shirt came outta nowhere and starting playing with that other kids stuff. I swear kids, ain't nothing to do but laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well till next time I'M OUT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10333765-112004323354760227?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/112004323354760227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=112004323354760227&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112004323354760227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/112004323354760227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/06/just-turn-around-and-ill-be-there-im.html' title='Just turn around and I&apos;ll be there... I&apos;m Moving Into Your Atmosphere'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-111985498622990694</id><published>2005-06-27T01:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T01:49:46.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving on a Jet Plane</title><content type='html'>I know when I'll be back though, in about 12 hours! :D Day trip up to the ATL to fix some computers and then back. Talk to ya'll when I get back LATER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10333765-111985498622990694?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/111985498622990694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=111985498622990694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/111985498622990694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/111985498622990694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/06/leaving-on-jet-plane.html' title='Leaving on a Jet Plane'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-111964669214087527</id><published>2005-06-24T15:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T15:58:12.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-Weekend Update</title><content type='html'>Busy weekend ahead, and me not feeling up to it at all. As per my earlier post that headache I had was a sign of being sick. But no worries chicken &amp;amp; stars, juice, rest etc all does a body good. I'm headed off to Orlando for a family reunion to return on Sunday and then Monday I fly out to Atlanta for work. Not a great time to be sick but I'll get over it, plus it'll give me time to think on what I want for my free dinner :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10333765-111964669214087527?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/111964669214087527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=111964669214087527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/111964669214087527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/111964669214087527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/06/pre-weekend-update.html' title='Pre-Weekend Update'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-111952221159852157</id><published>2005-06-23T05:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T05:23:31.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's time to go back to the old school</title><content type='html'>So I popped in "Duets" yesterday and the quality was, eh, tried "Driven", eh, 8 Mile, eh. So what does this mean? Well it means my DVD backups from back in the day are wishy-washy. So I'm gonna throw out the old and re-do them with everything I've learned since then. What? So what if i'm a perfectionist with a hint of OCD to have everything look just as good in half the space. BAH! Hell it only takes 4 hours to do a backup and it's got auto-pilot so screw it, better to get it right the second time around the have to re-do it a 3rd and a 4th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10333765-111952221159852157?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/111952221159852157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=111952221159852157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/111952221159852157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/111952221159852157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/06/its-time-to-go-back-to-old-school.html' title='It&apos;s time to go back to the old school'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-111935128995682929</id><published>2005-06-21T05:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T05:54:49.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tweakend Pt 1 &amp; 2</title><content type='html'>So saturday I woke up with a headache, the kind I haven't had in a very very longtime which basically shot that day. But I did get to watch a great movie with an abundance of Asain Flair. That's right from Thailand itself comes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sars Wars (2005), &lt;/span&gt;how much Asain Flair, you ask, well looky I have screenshots (purposely edited to avoid any brain damage, nightmares and verbal/virtual warnings)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10333765-111935128995682929?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/111935128995682929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=111935128995682929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/111935128995682929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/111935128995682929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/06/tweakend-pt-1-2.html' title='Tweakend Pt 1 &amp; 2'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-111935123719000332</id><published>2005-06-21T05:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T05:53:57.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/640/01%20Anime_Intro1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/01%20Anime_Intro1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asian Flair Bad Ass Anime Intro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10333765-111935123719000332?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/111935123719000332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=111935123719000332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/111935123719000332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/111935123719000332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/06/asian-flair-bad-ass-anime-intro.html' title=''/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-111935121550726687</id><published>2005-06-21T05:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T05:53:35.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/640/02%20Hero_In_Action1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/02%20Hero_In_Action1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asain Flair Hero In Costume Arriving In Style&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10333765-111935121550726687?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/111935121550726687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=111935121550726687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/111935121550726687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/111935121550726687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/06/asain-flair-hero-in-costume-arriving.html' title=''/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-111935115218604627</id><published>2005-06-21T05:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T05:52:32.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/640/03%20Hottie_11.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; 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aka break out the tissue and the straight razor. Are you depressed, do you miss someone, long for the person to notice you, hope someone you already know will be more than just your friend or just wish things didn't turn out the way they did with your true love. Well if so, please lock up all sharp objects and only allow yourself to be surrounded by soft items like blankets, teddy bears and tissues then listen to this album. Ok so I'll admit this isn't death metal suicide or anything like that but unless you're able to control yourself while listening to this you may end up doing something you regret, or not who know's maybe it'll change your out look and get you going, though that is not likely unless when you get depressed you feel the need to get out and do something. Now that's not to say this album is bad, its a good R&amp;B album and you can really tell Frankie was hurting from someone when he wrote this whole thing. Songs of note that aren't singles &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On The Floor&lt;/span&gt; with the sampled Wham track "Everything She Wants" (props to &lt;a href="http://chromiumthc.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chrome&lt;/a&gt; for that one), &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gone&lt;/span&gt; this is how you feel when the woman that means the world to you is out of your life and with someone else, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In The Moment&lt;/span&gt; this is for that girl that's just a friend but you want to be more than friends. Now for the singles, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Obsession&lt;/span&gt; with the little guitar hook for when you got that girl from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In The Moment&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gone&lt;/span&gt; on your mind. With the line every guy know's "cause I know he can't love you right, quite like I can" well said Frankie, well said. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How To Deal&lt;/span&gt; for those choices you make and the sacrifices you may or may not make that she'll never know about. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't Wanna Try&lt;/span&gt;, excellent piano hook and good sind out loud when you're bye yourself at night in the car song. For when your other other half makes choices that you can't understand and ends it one too many times, do you try again or give up? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Suga Suga&lt;/span&gt; you remember that girl from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In The Moment&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gone&lt;/span&gt; again, she's back with another guitar hook. And there you have it not a bad album when you need someone with the same outlook as you, also there is the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Obsession Reggaeton Remix&lt;/span&gt; heard on Latino and Proud Mega 94.9 along with the original &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Obsession&lt;/span&gt; in spanish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10333765-111887749480004141?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/111887749480004141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=111887749480004141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/111887749480004141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/111887749480004141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/06/if-love-is-labor-then-im-slave.html' title='If love is a labor, then I&apos;m a slave'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-111831471372518720</id><published>2005-06-09T05:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T05:58:33.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini-Update 06/09/2005</title><content type='html'>New job is working out nice, a lot less stress and i'm going to be paid to visit, Orlando, Tampa, Birmingham Alabama and Atlanta Georgia hey maybe I can see Jermaine Dupri up in ATL :D That's all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10333765-111831471372518720?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/111831471372518720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=111831471372518720&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/111831471372518720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/111831471372518720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/06/mini-update-06092005.html' title='Mini-Update 06/09/2005'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-111800674663500891</id><published>2005-06-05T16:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T16:30:25.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF is going on?</title><content type='html'>First let me say thank you to the person who, for lack of a better phrase, turned me on to The Bloodhound Gang - Kiss Me Where It Smells Funny which has now become a new requirement for the ladies I meet. Now for the topic at hand, which stems from things both old and new and I feel is partly societies fault but more on that later. I have talked it out with a few people to make sure i'm not being all me and keeping a somewhat rational view of this. Now for my rant, why is it that someone would leave a stable relationship that has been ongoing for more than X number of years, where X is greater than 2, with no forseeable major problems, where both paries involved seem happy, comfortable and have future plans. See and they were right when they said math was good for you. Why are X number of years are you going to just get up and move to something unknown, where all along everything was going well and you've now invest countless days in this relationship making it the best it can be for both you and your partner. Now everyone makes mistakes, shit happens, blah blah blah but come on, that's why if everyone is truely in it for the better you forgive and learn from your mistakes but after that much time you're going to leave without the thought of "gee this is what I made, it's all me, what more do I need" Now my blame on society, with the abundance of silicon, fishnets and low rise jeans does blur ones vision to what is sitting right there on the couch next to them cuddled up for all these years. But then you're brain should kick in and go "HEY BITCH, remember what you have, it's all yours, you made this and put all this time into it stick with it, it'll only get better" This whole bigger and better attitude that does have it's place in merchantism where things need to be pushed further and further. Key example is your perfect car, you scrimp, save and claw your way to get that car you've always wanted, it could be $50k or $100k+ but it's yours, it's the one you've always wanted and that's why you put all that hard work into getting it. Same goes for a monogomous relationship, you fight it out through the bad to make everything work, you rejoice in the good and make plans for the future, then one night some hoochie mama with 12 kids and more silicon in her than a 3M manufacturing plant and you go "hey I want that" where your brain should go "No you don't, think about what's at home, cuddled up on the couch waiting for you, willing to go through it all with you and could possibily open your eyes and change the world for you." Sure I blame society for some of this, I mean everything is bigger and better these days, but that should be left to the boardroom and the drawing board, what happened to the simple things that everyone wants and is happy with. I may be ass backwards with my thinking about how relationships should be but everytime I hear about this it never makes me go, oh yeah they did the right thing, in anything less than a sarcastic tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/End_Rant&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10333765-111800674663500891?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/111800674663500891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=111800674663500891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/111800674663500891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/111800674663500891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/06/wtf-is-going-on.html' title='WTF is going on?'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-111749700029412169</id><published>2005-05-30T18:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T18:50:00.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To Be Yourself Is All You Can Do</title><content type='html'>Been listening to some new songs lately, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Audioslave - Be Yourself&lt;/span&gt;. Well ain't that the truth, it isn't fair to ask anyone of anything more than to be themselves and if you can't deal with them when they are being themself well you need to get with it, suck it up and deal or get lost. When they've allowed you to see them without their mask and you see them for who they really are stop, think, and be proud you were allowed that opportunity. If you don't like what you've found, too bad, that person now trusts you more than you know and you need to return the favor and be accepting for who they truely are. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Foo Fighters - Best of You&lt;/span&gt;, is someone getting the best of you or are you just half assing it? Can they bring it out of you, or you just waiting, wanting them to take you for all your worth while you give them your all with nothing to show in return? Sometimes it pays to be scared, its our instincts telling us to hold off, keep cool and wait it out, other times it binds us more than any cell or chains ever could. It's a comfort zone that at the end of our journey we learn isn't really that comfortable after the pressing questions of "maybe" enters our brain and we can never go back to find out just what might have been. On the flip side others need to open their eyes and realize exactly what is infront of them, waiting, withering away right in front of them and take that chance because it may be too late tomorrow and sometimes breaking those chains is only possible with the help of another. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mariah Carey - We Belong Together &lt;/span&gt;everyone feels they belong to many people and hope that feeling is mutual. Sometimes it is mutual and both people know it, other times it is mutual and both wonder if it is each waiting for the other to step up first, lastly sometimes it's a lonely one way street that has long been closed and you're the only soul left walking it's path and only you can save yourself. The last one is the hardest to accept for anyone and why our brain is still stuck while the other person is long since gone is a mystery no one will every figure out, though you can stuff it down it will always be there till that final release when you can finally switch it off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10333765-111749700029412169?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/111749700029412169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=111749700029412169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/111749700029412169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/111749700029412169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/05/to-be-yourself-is-all-you-can-do.html' title='To Be Yourself Is All You Can Do'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-111723889351180399</id><published>2005-05-27T18:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T19:08:13.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies and Stuff</title><content type='html'>So I watched House of Yawn and Kingdom of Blah the other day and as you can tell nothing good at all about either.  The only thing good about House was Elisha Cuthbert, *GROWL* made me wish there was a super unrated Girl Next Door. I'm also glad I have the other cover for Girl Next Door , the more skin of her's I see the better. Paris Hilton in that movie, hrm lets see well she gets a pipe through the skull that was cool, other than that you know she can't act and you've already seen her naked so blah. Kingdom just seemed too long to ramp up to the good stuff and didn't even make up for it, I'm guessing Gladiator was Ridley Scott's epic cause this just plain dragged. Saw Star Wars EP III opening night, waiting in line with my crew for 8 hours, got the best seats you could ask for and it was worth it. However, I wish Star Wars EP I would have started out like this and got better from here, the other 2 really didn't seem to have the engergy this one did, who knows maybe because it was the last in this run it seemed more special. Kinda like Friday the 13th Part 4: The Final Chapter, or Friday the 13th Part 9: Jason Goes To Hell - The Final Friday or even Nightmare on Elm Street Part 6: Freddy's Dead - The Final Nightmare, see where I'm going with this. They aren't going to kill it off by a long shot but it would have been better to start strong and keep it up rather than just end strong with 2 so-so movies behind it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10333765-111723889351180399?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/111723889351180399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=111723889351180399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/111723889351180399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/111723889351180399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/05/movies-and-stuff.html' title='Movies and Stuff'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-111641595018802919</id><published>2005-05-18T06:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T06:32:30.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Backwards World</title><content type='html'>So in the car yesterday, right after Mariah Carey - We Belong Together, on the radio some guy calls in about how he might not be in love with the woman he is going to marry on Saturday but rather just be marrying her for the money. Blah Blah Blah time passes then the calls come in, first 2 are people in the wedding party, yeah nice one there big fella, and they are pissed to all hell. Then women, yeah you heard me, call in and say do it, get married for the money. Hell one lady goes as far to say she married for love and it was so hard without being wined and dined every night she divorced the guy and married some rich guy to make herself happy. What?!? They people go on to say just try it and if it doesn't work out get a divorce no big deal. Huh?!? What kind of shit hole do we live in people are just getting married to try it out, what the hell is a serious relationship for? I know life didn't come with a book of instructions for everyone to follow but since when was marriage like a test drive? I really hope society isn't this back-ass-wards that everyone's up and getting married to try it out. And the best part in all of this woman were coming out of the woodwork to say go for it, not one guy called in. Women everywhere were sticking up for a guy who was just doing it for the money, tri-county area being everywhere. So now you see why all that crap about respecting the opposite sex for their mind and blah blah blah gets a "sure thing, &lt;wink&gt;" out of most guys. Maybe I'm over reacting, been known to happen lots of times, but I'm thinking someone is slipping the padre a $20 and whispering in his ear before the big day "skip over that "till death do us part" section father I'm only in it till the money runs out".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/wink&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10333765-111641595018802919?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/111641595018802919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=111641595018802919&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/111641595018802919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/111641595018802919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/05/backwards-world.html' title='Backwards World'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-111492275567277705</id><published>2005-04-30T23:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T23:45:55.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Foods All In &amp; The Gang's All Out</title><content type='html'>Hung out with Chrome and E tonight, had a nice dinner thanks to E over at Outback. I'm feeling pretty good, but I could eat again. While at Chrome's I learned a new routine for the kids, movable jungle gym. They climb all over you and you run around the house, best with 2 kids in tow, and swing them around, up over your shoulders, then you give'em the round and round gorilla press slam spin (child under each arm or over each shoulder and spin like a merry-go-round) then deposit said children somewhere soft, i.e. couch. Normally after this they want more and more and more, keep it up till they're beat or ready to hurl. Then load them up on caffeine and doughnuts and leave them with their respected families. What?!? how else are they gonna like you, by feeding them apples, naw that's what parents are for, you're here to have fun while they have fun, period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10333765-111492275567277705?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/111492275567277705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=111492275567277705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/111492275567277705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/111492275567277705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/05/foods-all-in-gangs-all-out.html' title='The Foods All In &amp; The Gang&apos;s All Out'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-111474798113133743</id><published>2005-04-28T22:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T23:18:46.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In a Muvico Far Far Away</title><content type='html'>Today was rather productive at school, didn't get out till 11 but it was worth it. After class I headed over to the Muvico to pick up my Star Wars EP III tickets, now the nay sayers my laugh and boo but this one has badass written all over it. Anyway so I pull in there around 11:15ish and the place looks medium-light filled. Showing up in off-duty work clothes I expect little attention but am propositioned by the first TUG I see. Looking little over 16 it goes in one ear and out the other and I said something like "Yeah, maybe next time". Purchase my ticket at the kiosk and off I go or so I thought. Strolling back to my car said TUG now has 2 of her tagle with her and again say something that goes right through me. I wonder if they are looking for a ride, some beer, some smokes, ass or other. I try and pick out the oldest one in the group who I thought for a minute would be 18 till I noticed she had too much lipstick and other assorted makeup on to try and look older. I said something then "goodnight". As I walked away a rice posse pulls up looking all but the same age as said tagle of TUGS and they start holla'n at them from 2 lanes over. Now if I would have known it would only take a pair of khaki's and untucked white shirt to attract the attention of 16 year old girls at the movies at 11pm on a thursday when I was in highschool that info sure would have helped. No worries though EP III ticket in hand and I'm assured this one is to be good. Now to find a theater in Florida with a digital projector and THX sound system and we'd be set. *EDIT* That's the 12:01 showing too so everyone seeing it after are&lt;a href="http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/llama.php"&gt; llama's&lt;/a&gt;... SUCKERS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10333765-111474798113133743?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/111474798113133743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=111474798113133743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/111474798113133743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/111474798113133743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/04/in-muvico-far-far-away.html' title='In a Muvico Far Far Away'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-111428300736014276</id><published>2005-04-23T13:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T14:03:27.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Night Sushi and Amityville "Don't Go In the Bathroom" Horror</title><content type='html'>So let's see where to start, ok planned to go out with &lt;a href="http://chromiumthc.blogspot.com/2005/02/this-is-my-beautiful-wife-and-i-right.html"&gt;Chrome&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://chromiumthc.blogspot.com/2005/02/and-this-is-my-step-son-anthony.html"&gt;and&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://chromiumthc.blogspot.com/2005/02/this-is-my-step-daughter-marisol.html"&gt;the&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://chromiumthc.blogspot.com/2005/02/this-is-our-cat-figaro.html"&gt;Fam&lt;/a&gt; to get some All-U-Can Eat Sushi. Spec shows up out of nowhere yet is still "Up in the air", considering he's on the second story yes he was. Sadly on this outing we were missing &lt;a href="http://chromiumthc.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-said-he-loves-pr0n.html"&gt;E&lt;/a&gt;, but it's all good cause I ate enough for the both of us. So the 6 kids and 2 adults, Chrome's wife and sister-in-law, pile into 2 cars and head off, what you don't expect me to count myself, Chrome and Spec as adults right? Ok good. We get there and fun abounds first I'll start with myself, Z "I like to order All-U-Can Eat Sushi in groups of whole numbers, like the number 10", Chrome "The Tempura-Tamagotchi" and Spec "Can I get a Salad and a Fork". The wee-ones did surprisingly well considering they had wooden sticks, rubber bands and chicken nuggets at their disposal, I could'a thought of a whole lot of trouble to make with that list. And lastly I am taught the new names of the Sushi I'm eating like "The Blood Fish", "This White One Here", "Pink Fish with tail, did you know pink is my favorite color" or "Ewww what is that". I did also learn some child psychology of my own like using the same phrase for everything example: Child: "What's this can I taste it?" Me: "No that's hot, hot fish". 2 minutes later rinse repeat. Also how to read Kanji example: Child: "What's this say?" Me: "That's my name." Child: "Why is your name is here and here too" Me: "I come here a lot they know me". After the feast Chrome and I head off for "&lt;a href="http://www.amityvillehorrormovie.com/"&gt;The Amityville Horror&lt;/a&gt;" which was basically "House on Haunted Hill 1975". Things to know about this movie, Van Wilder goes Wild in the 70's, it's easier to chop wood with your son holder the log, when people go psycho just leave don't be dumb and dead, if you ever hear the words indian, inquisition, burial, cemetery, death, murder or 3:15 don't buy that house even if it is $1, if your hot babysitter asks you if you french the answer is yes, if you have a choice of said frenching with babysitter or story time you choose french, don't lock the babysitter in the closet or you won't get your french lesson, make all your kids wear overalls they'll be easier to catch, stay out of the bathroom the drips blood and lastly the only thing true about this movie is that the house looked like that, the family was named Lutz, they did own a telephone and they were all crazy cause they made the whole damn thing up, suckers. So if you have your doubts use Google and if you still believe it's true I also work for CitiBank and I'll be sending you an email about your account.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10333765-111428300736014276?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/111428300736014276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=111428300736014276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/111428300736014276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/111428300736014276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/04/friday-night-sushi-and-amityville-dont.html' title='Friday Night Sushi and Amityville &quot;Don&apos;t Go In the Bathroom&quot; Horror'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-111405559837179817</id><published>2005-04-20T22:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T22:53:18.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The path that leads me there</title><content type='html'>Well &lt;a href="http://chromiumthc.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chrome&lt;/a&gt; and I have pretty much plotted a course for us to take to get careers that make us happy and pay well. Going to school, work and studying for extra certs might be hard now but it will all pay off in the end. We're setting out to make Neo look like that lone Hello Kitty toy in Disney Land.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10333765-111405559837179817?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/111405559837179817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=111405559837179817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/111405559837179817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/111405559837179817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/04/path-that-leads-me-there.html' title='The path that leads me there'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-111378993303800598</id><published>2005-04-17T21:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T21:05:33.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Odd...</title><content type='html'>Been feeling kind of odd lately and I'm unsure as to why. Sometimes I can see clear as a new day and other times it's like L.A. with every truck on the highway. A lot of things have started to inch their way toward better and others well they've either fallen back to zero or not moved an inch. It will be nice to have stability back, when it gets around to showing up it better let me know or I'll be pissed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10333765-111378993303800598?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/111378993303800598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=111378993303800598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/111378993303800598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/111378993303800598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/04/odd.html' title='Odd...'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-111339160408771136</id><published>2005-04-13T06:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T06:29:08.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Carrot Cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/640/Carrot_Cake_Up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/Carrot_Cake_Up.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrot Cake&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmm, mmm you know what's the best thing about cake with fruit/vegetables in it? Eat it for breakfast and don't feel bad. This sucker took the longest to make out of all the dishes so far about 6 hours total, including cooling time and adding the frosting, but boy was it worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10333765-111339160408771136?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/111339160408771136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=111339160408771136&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/111339160408771136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/111339160408771136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/04/carrot-cake.html' title='Carrot Cake'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-111256976233885817</id><published>2005-04-03T18:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T18:09:22.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Different is Key</title><content type='html'>So last night I'm walking home from my car and all the fricken street lights in the lot are out. Anyway it did give me a good chance to look up and catch about the best view I've seen of the night sky in awhile. I couldn't get a pic since the building lights were still bright but enough of the surrounding area was dark to make the stars really shine, for lack of a better word. Which also got me thinking about how each one is different and not symetric. Why is it everyone wants the perfect this and the perfect that, aren't the little imperfections what make someone beautiful to us? Which also goes back to my post about "What Happened To The Girl Nextdoor?". I don't want a damn perfect android next to me in bed I want a real female one with an ass and thighs with some meat on em. Not some damned Miss Universe with not a damn imperfection in her so she looks like she should be in the window at Victoria's Secret.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10333765-111256976233885817?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/111256976233885817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=111256976233885817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/111256976233885817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/111256976233885817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/04/different-is-key.html' title='Different is Key'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-111227296919715944</id><published>2005-03-31T07:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T07:42:49.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a long road baby...</title><content type='html'>12 years, that's how long it took and I'm one of the lucky ones. They say it's 100% success rate, after 18 months, we waited 24 just to be sure. It took 8 doctors, 5 of whom have since moved on to bigger things. But finally, for the most part it's over, and it's about damn time. Thanks to everyone who's been there and helped along the way, without everyone I wouldn't have come this far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10333765-111227296919715944?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/111227296919715944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=111227296919715944&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/111227296919715944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/111227296919715944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/03/its-been-long-road-baby.html' title='It&apos;s been a long road baby...'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-111201636920351515</id><published>2005-03-28T08:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T08:26:09.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Tired Didn't Help..</title><content type='html'>For whatever reason I figured I would catch up on some Zzzzzz's last night and went to bed early but I ened up waking up around 2:30ish. Now normally I'd be one to fall right back asleep and think nothing of but last night was different. I ended up opening my eyes and realizing that I had probably the worst headache I've ever felt, not one where just the inside of your head hurts or it hurts behind your eyes no I had what also felt like the outside of my head was throbbing. Not to mention developing a cold sweat which made going back to sleep just that much more wonderful. Hopefully that was the last of it but I figure I'll ask the Doc on Wed to see if everything is A-Ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10333765-111201636920351515?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/111201636920351515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=111201636920351515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/111201636920351515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/111201636920351515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/03/being-tired-didnt-help.html' title='Being Tired Didn&apos;t Help..'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-111179771322964989</id><published>2005-03-25T19:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T19:41:53.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Album</title><content type='html'>Been listening to this new Omarion album "O" and it's about damn time an R&amp;B album finally sounded like it could be from me so here's the overview.  Starting off with the title track "O" all about how sometimes you focus on the other person not yourself, all me. "I Wish" hell if I don't wish parts of the past stayed just the way they were instead of the way they are. "Touch" my head is always going all day like this. "I'm Tryna" welp you just gotta listen but despite the time it still is there and it won't go away. "Take it Off" no explaination needed. "She's a keeper" related to "I'm Tryna" some things just don't go away. "I Know" now I might not know for sure but I know like my boy Omarion says "he can't put it down like me" now ain't that the truth? "I'm Gon' Change" I think everyone could change something for the better, including myself. "In the Dark" hrm haven't had a feeling like this in years but getting it back is #1 priority. "Slow Dancin'" everyone needs a slow dance to set the night in motion. "Fiening You" yup it happens but it's not a bad thing, sometimes it helps to make it through those tough days but it would be nice to know if the feeling is mutual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10333765-111179771322964989?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/111179771322964989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=111179771322964989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/111179771322964989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/111179771322964989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/03/new-album.html' title='New Album'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-111143377783473941</id><published>2005-03-21T14:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T14:36:17.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hermit Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;So I've been like a hermit these past weeks, only exiting for work, food and now school. It seems everyday I come to a new question that I'm unsure of for my Network+ exam "grrrr" How easy it would be to say "NOS architecture" and get that jacked into my brain ala the matrix. But I gotta put in the time now so I can make the money latter. In other news I watched Airplane and while the movie holds up surprisingly well the commentary is seriously lacking, sad since the 3 people doing it are the original writers who also did Kentucky Fried Movie. I was expecting more inside jokes and little tidbits in the background but the most significant things were Kareem using all of his $30k from the movie to buy a rug, those posts are not suppose to be knocked down in the faux train sequence and small miscues that show this movie predates post digital film cleanup.&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/10333765-111143377783473941?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/111143377783473941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=111143377783473941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/111143377783473941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/111143377783473941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/03/hermit-time.html' title='Hermit Time'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-111050075338167881</id><published>2005-03-10T19:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T14:38:19.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomato Appetizer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/640/Nicks%20Tomatos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/Nicks%20Tomatos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is needed:&lt;br /&gt;1 Tomato&lt;br /&gt;1 Cup of Oil&lt;br /&gt;Some Bread&lt;br /&gt;Chopped Parsley&lt;br /&gt;Salt&lt;br /&gt;Pepper&lt;br /&gt;etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be asking yourself, why are the ingredients so vague? Well I'll tell you, cause do you think I want everyone and their mother making these? No, then they wouldn't be special now would they? Nope these come from me, are simple yet seem to be very effective at tasting good and getting a big reaction. So publishing the forumla would make them a dime a dozen, and there's another secret too. Only certain brands seem to work the best together and some brands don't seem to work at all. So there, enjoy the picture, cause there's only one way to get these.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10333765-111050075338167881?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/111050075338167881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=111050075338167881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/111050075338167881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/111050075338167881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/03/tomato-appetizer.html' title='Tomato Appetizer'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-111041501449481982</id><published>2005-03-09T19:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T19:32:49.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Homemade Fettuccine Alfredo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/640/Fettuccine%20Alfredo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/Fettuccine%20Alfredo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is needed:&lt;br /&gt;1 Box Fettuccine Pasta&lt;br /&gt;Pinch of salt&lt;br /&gt;5 tablespoons of Extra Virgin Olive Oil&lt;br /&gt;1/2-1 Cup grated Parmesan Cheese&lt;br /&gt;1 Stick (1/2 Cup) unsalted sweat cream butter&lt;br /&gt;1 pint Heavy Cream&lt;br /&gt;Black Pepper&lt;br /&gt;Fresh chopped Parsley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start by heating heavy cream in a pan over medium low heat. Incorporate butter slowly whisking as you go. Depending on how thick you like your sauce add between a 1/2 to 1 cup of grated parmesan cheese. Finally freshly crack black pepper to taste, 10-14 twists should about do it. Fill a large pot with water, salt, add about 4 tablespoons of extra virgin olive oil and boil. Add fettuccine pasta to water, bring water back to a boil and cook for 8-12 minutes. Drain water from pasta and toss with another tablespoon or so of extra virgin olive oil. Place pasta on plate, cover with sauce, add freshly chopped parsley and pepper to taste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10333765-111041501449481982?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/111041501449481982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=111041501449481982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/111041501449481982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/111041501449481982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/03/homemade-fettuccine-alfredo.html' title='Homemade Fettuccine Alfredo'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-111014146885745347</id><published>2005-03-06T15:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T15:37:48.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Flesh and Metal</title><content type='html'>This weekend was very productive, spent the night at my parents house, woke up around 6-6:30 am and got to work on the car with my father. Of all the things I see now, looking back these are the things I will miss most about him. Of course nothing can go right, it never does, something is always worse or the part isn't the right fit and we end up having to do things the hard way. But none the less it's a fun time, for me at least, it costs less, and it's valuable time with him. My mother has to inject herself, just plain being nosy basically, into our fixing the car every so often as to not feel left out but hey it's a part of the experience. So now my car which had been squeaking because of a loose timing belt, I can remember last time being in the bank drive up teller and that squeaking sound from the belt just echoing off the walls, ugh it was not a good thing. She's all fixed up with new belts and pulleys, changed the oil, but of course every 3000 as per Dr Dad's prescription, and a nice wash and wax. Only took a few hours, time well spent and the memories worth it all. I never realized until today just how much I'm going to miss that when it's all over. It does show me just how much I would love to be a father but with everything going on in my life I wouldn't be able to give it my all like my father does. I do see now why children are so important in a family's life; they are what makes it all worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10333765-111014146885745347?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/111014146885745347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=111014146885745347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/111014146885745347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/111014146885745347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/03/of-flesh-and-metal.html' title='Of Flesh and Metal'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-110963280876356037</id><published>2005-02-28T17:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T18:13:48.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>There's no more small forks, only big ones...</title><content type='html'>This lovely random post comes from a conversation I overheard between &lt;a href="http://chromiumthc.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chrome&lt;/a&gt; and his daughter. Why is it mostly people seem to prefer one over the other in both forks and spoons but not knives? I mean you use a butter knife for little things like spreading peanut butter and jelly and you use a &lt;a href="http://photos.fotango.com/p/eba00269837f00000054.jpg"&gt;giant carbon fiber tipped diamond sharpened blade&lt;/a&gt; that'll cut through single molecules of air as you swish it around to cut steak. But oh no not forks and spoons, you can use any combo despite the whole bigger spoon being a soup spoon and all used to what else, SOUP! I myself seem to like the smaller forks and spoons, except when eating &lt;a href="http://www.lavasurfer.com/cereal-quakeroats.html"&gt;Capt N' Crunch&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.derok.net/derok/countchocula.html"&gt;Count Chocula&lt;/a&gt; or other such nutritious cereal of the gods you have to use a big wooden spoon, and a giant bowl, with lots of milk to drink afterwards. *&lt;a href="http://www.ebaumsworld.com/milkandcereal.html"&gt;as a side note the best song about cereal ever is right here&lt;/a&gt;* Well it's not really milk it's more like&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sucrose"&gt; sucrose&lt;/a&gt; with calcium but hey it's the drink that helps the meal go down. Now even though I use the smaller forks and spoons, I can still seem to out shovel most if not everyone I know. Yes shovel, don't get me wrong I enjoy my food but it is best enjoyed by my stomach as to not hold up my mouth from all that gratuitous chewing, just shovel, bite, swallow and repeat. This way you get maximum goodness, in the shortest amount of time and can do more later while you savor all the great tastes all mixing around in your belly. The best quote I've come to love for this action is from my hero &lt;a href="http://www.asmallvictory.net/archives/meatwad_dancing.gif"&gt;Meatwad&lt;/a&gt;, "2 men enter, no men leave" that about sums up my battle with food, no sight of bulimia here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10333765-110963280876356037?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/110963280876356037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=110963280876356037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/110963280876356037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/110963280876356037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/02/theres-no-more-small-forks-only-big.html' title='There&apos;s no more small forks, only big ones...'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-110956853476164419</id><published>2005-02-28T00:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T00:28:54.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all going so fast</title><content type='html'>Damn these 2 classes in school went by quick, I feel fairly well about the outcome too. I have to keep focused though and try and get another certification before school starts back up. I looked up my Chinese Astrological Sign and found out I'm determined in my ways, got that right, prefer to follow, check, if I disagree you better get the CIA and FBI to give me the evidence I'm wrong cause I'm not believing you till then, half a check and the reason I need to focus cause I'm motivated to a point and then nothing. So I gotta keep myself in check and do whatever it takes to try and get through a test in 2 weeks. Still can't shake what's going on outta my head, not sure what to do or say but really there's nothing left just gotta keep on the positive side and make everyday count try and do the best I can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10333765-110956853476164419?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/110956853476164419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=110956853476164419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/110956853476164419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/110956853476164419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/02/its-all-going-so-fast.html' title='It&apos;s all going so fast'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-110924811326936870</id><published>2005-02-24T07:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T07:28:33.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The night sky</title><content type='html'>Last night, looking up at the sky, the moon was brilliant, it kind of makes you remember that we are just a small blip in this universe. It also makes me remember to take all the time I have and cherish it. The time spent with family and friends is irreplaceable and I sometimes wish I could record it all and play it back when at home. I'm pretty sure I know where Louis Armstrong received all his inspiration for "What a Wonderful World" now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10333765-110924811326936870?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/110924811326936870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=110924811326936870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/110924811326936870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/110924811326936870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/02/night-sky.html' title='The night sky'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-110888403891755516</id><published>2005-02-20T02:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T02:20:38.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't want to hear it</title><content type='html'>There are some things you don't want to hear, today one of those things happened. It's rather odd, how does one act, or change, or even try and cope? Do you just keep on doing until it's over or should you run out and do everything you ever thought, hoped and dreamed about? No one can answer these questions right or wrong because everyone is different. I hope I have the strength like I think I do, to be able to hold firm. It was really hard hearing the news, and took a lot to not brush it off or make a joke to lighten up the mood because there really isn't any to be made to make it go away. Sometimes life gives you shit and you need to put on your boots and get through it with all you can. If you can't that's what friends and family are for, they pick you up, don't let you quit and stand there with you. They may give you more shit when it's over but they are there when you need them most. Like the support beams of a house the more there are the stronger the whole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10333765-110888403891755516?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/110888403891755516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=110888403891755516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/110888403891755516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/110888403891755516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/02/dont-want-to-hear-it.html' title='Don&apos;t want to hear it'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-110853041815622974</id><published>2005-02-15T23:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T07:32:09.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holding Too Tightly</title><content type='html'>Holding too tightly afraid to lose control" Linkin Park - Numb&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I actually heard this lyric and it meant something too me. This is one thing I should have never done, and is one thing I could have prevented. I was so afraid of loosing that I held on and lost everything. How it happened I'll never know, I used to be able to just go with the flow, nothing mattered. I guess things change and you get caught up and loose sight of what is important, the present, the past or the future. Maybe it is the hope of an outcome that would mean everything you are blinded by the future when the present is what should be your focus. You should only reflect on the past to learn from your mistakes nothing more. Memories are nice keepsakes but they are just that and will not change. I see now why everything went the way it did, you have to let go to really see what comes back and what was never meant to be. I lost the person I was and became too controlling and too hypocritical. But like I've said in the past things are looking up now, I am getting back to who I was and I am able to just be and what comes my way I take it for all it is worth at that moment, should it leave, I may not want it to, but I must stand strong and let it go its own way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10333765-110853041815622974?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/110853041815622974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=110853041815622974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/110853041815622974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/110853041815622974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/02/holding-too-tightly.html' title='Holding Too Tightly'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10333765.post-110843583896015466</id><published>2005-02-14T21:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T21:50:38.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Review - Dead Alive</title><content type='html'>"THE BITE, THE BITE!!" ahh those words are the start of one of the goriest movies in history. Perfect for a day when &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt; is everywhere, it so it is on the screen. This movie is best know for it's amazing amounts of the red stuff, and if you are used to Freddy and Jason let's just say combined all those movies and maybe just maybe after you throw in a pink of Leatherface some Mike Myers and a pinch of Chucky you would have the right amount of bloodshed. Now that isn't to say there is no story here, on the contrary there is. Strange man steals rare monkey, gets bitten, killed, monkey is whisked away to a far off place, England, and in the zoo seems happy maiming it's other kin until it happens upon an old lady to scratch. Son loves mom, but mom turns into crazy zombie and brings about a whole town of zombies including a hilarious baby that is the love child of a zombie priest and nurse. What more do you need for a movie after adding heaps of ketchup and chicken guts? Oh yeah a LAWN MOWER, this movies has thee best use of a lawn mower I have ever seen that and the best use of lower intestines. This is by far not a date movie unless your date happens to be turned on by limbs a flying in which case man is she gonna be like a volcano for you. This movie gets a perfect 5 out of 5 for blending humor with raw guts in a way that is thrilling to watch the zillionth time through. Make sure to pick up the unrated version for the extra bucket of syrup thrown at you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10333765-110843583896015466?l=mrwhitethc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/feeds/110843583896015466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10333765&amp;postID=110843583896015466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/110843583896015466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10333765/posts/default/110843583896015466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrwhitethc.blogspot.com/2005/02/movie-review-dead-alive.html' title='Movie Review - Dead Alive'/><author><name>Z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03299948420203094278</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/165/3128/320/headshot.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
