<?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-10954747</id><updated>2011-11-30T13:42:12.335-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Rambling</title><subtitle type='html'>Revealing the oddity of the world around me in a non-specific manner</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>224</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-8612805240251399006</id><published>2011-08-25T15:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T15:16:35.995-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Caution: If you spill the content of this cup on yourself you are an idiot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I just found an &lt;a href="http://ps3.ign.com/articles/107/1079852p1.html"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; online this morning that for some reason surprised me. The article is about a guy that bought a used video game, Dragon Age: Origin, thinking that he'd get the dlc mentioned on the back.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The idiot did &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; read the fine print that's included in the section that talks about the dlc. The fine print says: "One-time use code available with full retail purchase. Expires April 30, 2010." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To me and anyone who has a functioning brain would understand that to mean exactly what it means. Buy the the full retail game to get that before 4/30/2010, that is. The only other option would be to download it from the market place of whatever console the individual owns.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The part of this whole situation that makes the person, James Collins, an idiot is that he got pissed of at GameStop and sued them. The reason for the lawsuit is that GameStop allegedly has deceptive policies regarding the sale of used games. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The way that I see it there was no standing for the law suit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-8612805240251399006?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/8612805240251399006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/8612805240251399006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2011/08/caution-if-you-spill-content-of-this.html' title='Caution: If you spill the content of this cup on yourself you are an idiot.'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-7762345459926167900</id><published>2011-04-24T16:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T17:07:28.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick he's onto you, lie harder.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Oh, wait I didn't just use say that in the title did I? Ah, crap...I did. I find it absolutely hilarious that some people think that they can get away with lying. Ok, maybe not lie exactly but just using something as a convenient excuse. What brings me to say this is that a coworker claims to be having a problem with her foot and takes a leave of absence for what will amount to about a month and a half. Medical reasons supposedly. I seriously believe that she's just using her "foot hurting" as an excuse for pretty much having an uninterrupted time to the Gears of War 3 beta. You probably should know that this individual is a gamer, an avid Gears of War fan, had early access to the beta, and said while laughing that if she didn't come in the week the early access started that she wouldn't be playing the beta. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
What am I saying? If it weren't clear before, I do believe that this individual is a friggin' liar. Oh well some people are just that sad.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-7762345459926167900?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/7762345459926167900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/7762345459926167900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2011/04/quick-hes-onto-you-lie-harder.html' title='Quick he&apos;s onto you, lie harder.'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-2313462570314930193</id><published>2011-03-03T15:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T15:36:55.594-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kosher bacon</title><content type='html'>I just found out today that Wal-Mart carries one of the best products ever, &lt;a href="http://store.baconsalt.com/Baconnaise--Regular-flavor_p_50.html"&gt;Baconnaise&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-2313462570314930193?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/2313462570314930193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/2313462570314930193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2011/03/kosher-bacon.html' title='The Kosher bacon'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-1210098281420737306</id><published>2011-02-15T19:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T19:49:49.816-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneaky monkey...err...I mean dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I swear that animals can be sneaky. What brings me to say this is that I was was outside smoking and heard a rustling, turns out it was a stray dog. I, being the gullible sucker I am, decided to call it over to pet it. I did so for a couple of minutes, tentatively at first of course. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Figuring that it must be hungry went to the car where I still had a loaf of bread. Well, the dog didn't get any food because the car was locked and I didn't feel like going inside. However, what did happen was that I got a bit of a surprise in the form of a second dog sneaking up on me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Overall, they seemed like fairly sweet dogs but the second one was a little over eager for my liking. Meaning that I believe that it wanted to think that I had food in my hands. That didn't please me in the least. I didn't give the second dog all that much attention other than to try to keep an eye on where it was as much as possible.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I feel snookered.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-1210098281420737306?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/1210098281420737306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/1210098281420737306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2011/02/sneaky-monkeyerri-mean-dog.html' title='Sneaky monkey...err...I mean dog'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-8679534478116005575</id><published>2011-01-31T18:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T19:10:42.152-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Bird, Pretty Bird</title><content type='html'>I just recently bought a couple of birds, &lt;a href="http://www.diamonddove.info/bird02_Acquiring.htm"&gt;diamond doves&lt;/a&gt; to be exact. So far things are going well. I'm enjoying having the birds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-8679534478116005575?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/8679534478116005575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/8679534478116005575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2011/01/pretty-bird-pretty-bird.html' title='Pretty Bird, Pretty Bird'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-208409994844512363</id><published>2009-08-31T19:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T19:33:44.031-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Sony recently did a redesign of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Playstation&lt;/span&gt; 3. With the redesign they also sliced the price by about $100 dollars. I think that it looks decent enough with it's matte black and gray paneling. However, I prefer the  shiny black exterior. I haven't heard if it handles any differently but I imagine that the internal components are essentially the same. Well, mostly anyway I've seen the new PS3 at a nearby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart with a 120 gig &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hard drive&lt;/span&gt; and haven't been able as of yet to determine if that's standard. In response Microsoft has dropped the price on all of it's different versions of the 360. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In related news Sony is releasing a new version of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;PSP&lt;/span&gt; in a couple months, October 1st to be exact. It looks pretty cool. Instead of having the screen, d-pad and all the other buttons all on the front of the device the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;PSP&lt;/span&gt; Go's screen slides up to reveal the thumb stick and the buttons. One problem that I've read about is that the screen is smaller. Another problem that may should have been addressed is the relatively low battery life. Will it be worth the $249 price tag? I personally don't think so.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-208409994844512363?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/208409994844512363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/208409994844512363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2009/08/finally.html' title='Finally...'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-4399059666553177470</id><published>2009-07-21T21:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T21:24:36.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not what I thought</title><content type='html'>I just bought a home theater system today. I don't really think I'm as impressed with it as I thought I would be, yet. If I could go back and do it all over again I &lt;em&gt;migh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;t&lt;/em&gt; refrain from buying it. Don't get me wrong it sounds fine but I'm just not sure that it's been worth the hassle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-4399059666553177470?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/4399059666553177470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/4399059666553177470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2009/07/not-what-i-thought.html' title='Not what I thought'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-1263537989787109182</id><published>2009-07-08T17:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T17:37:52.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Casserole in a corn tortilla</title><content type='html'>I had a couple of burritos today that were made by a company that mainly potato salads and other side dishes. They didn't taste bad really but didn't really taste like burritos. They tasted more like a casserole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-1263537989787109182?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/1263537989787109182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/1263537989787109182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2009/07/casserole-in-corn-tortilla.html' title='Casserole in a corn tortilla'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-3516872107859057932</id><published>2009-06-09T20:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T20:28:43.257-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So, yeah I've been seriously slacking off when it comes to blogging. The reasons are that I'm busy with work and my gaming schedule kind of distract me from actually posting anything. There have been so many things that I've come across that I've come across that I've thought that would make a great post. I, however, just not for whatever reason allowed myself the time to post my thoughts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One of the things that I overheard a few months ago that I thought was a little funny was when I  was in the electronics section of a nearby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart. What I over heard was a man was ranting on against Sony and Microsoft. He was basically saying that neither of them had a current gen console that were backward compatible. Technically both of those companies &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; have current gen consoles that backwards compatible. However, there are only a few models of the PS3 that are backwards compatible. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Xbox&lt;/span&gt; 360 only has limited backwards compatability. The truely funny thing is that this man said that since "Microshaft" lied about backwards compatability he switched to a Mac. He was the one who said Microshaft not me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-3516872107859057932?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/3516872107859057932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/3516872107859057932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2009/06/blah.html' title='Blah'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-8506434916262788252</id><published>2009-06-09T19:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T20:02:40.597-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why, Microsoft? Why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I'm really shocked by Microsoft. I guess I really shouldn't be though. Whenever I try to connect my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Xbox&lt;/span&gt; 360 to my laptop via Windows Media Center I keep getting an error message saying that the 360 couldn't connect. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Argh&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;However, right now I'm playing music on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Playstation&lt;/span&gt; 3. Why am I even mentioning this? With my PS3 I scanned for media servers and oh, wait it found my laptop. Go figure a Microsoft product can't connect to one of their own pieces of software. Don't get me wrong I'm not one of those snotty people that refuses to use a computer that has any flavour of Windows. I just don't always appreciate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Microsoft's&lt;/span&gt; crap sometimes. There has to be a fix for this solution but it's still frustrating.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-8506434916262788252?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/8506434916262788252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/8506434916262788252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2009/06/why-microsoft-why.html' title='Why, Microsoft? Why?'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-6709306734445178272</id><published>2008-05-12T13:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T15:49:44.301-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spew...</title><content type='html'>Yes, I'm finally back after the long hiatus. I finally worked up the courage to try sushi today. It wasn't quite what I expected. I don't really know what I was expecting but it wasn't really what I got. I bought spicy roll, I believe that's what it was called. I saw that an area Wal-Mart Supercenter had a place right next to the deli where an associate was prepping  various kinds of sushi. I thought it a novel enough of a concept that I went back after doing other shopping to get something.  Do I reget doing so? Not exactly. However, I'm not sure how  eager I'll be to eat sushi again. Maybe more willing now than I was before. That is  since the mental barrier that was in place before that was keeping me from eating it has been shattered. I'm not sure since I didn't like what I tried because of the texture of whatever the vegitable they  rolled in next to the tuna. Too crunchy for my taste and the taste of that vegitable wasn't exactly to my taste either. Maybe if I try that particular kind more often I may aquire a taste for it.  I doubt it, because I almost threw up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-6709306734445178272?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/6709306734445178272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/6709306734445178272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2008/05/spew.html' title='Spew...'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-491904803917337410</id><published>2008-01-18T01:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T01:21:22.206-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Sure, I could have stayed..."</title><content type='html'>I finally found the "Holy Grail" of sorts. What I'm referring to is the Evil Dead trilogy. This is important because of the fact that I'm a Bruce Campbell fan. It's also because of the fact that I haven't seen the first two movies for sale ever. This a great find.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-491904803917337410?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/491904803917337410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/491904803917337410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2008/01/sure-i-could-have-stayed.html' title='&quot;Sure, I could have stayed...&quot;'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-2541872549652816989</id><published>2007-10-12T18:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T18:35:45.601-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Hey, alien..um, why don't you turn down the suck."</title><content type='html'>I've recently bought an Xbox 360. It has been an interesting experience to tell the truth. I only as of yet two games for it, Halo 2 and 3. Why did I buy it? Because I was &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; wanting to play Halo 2 and didn't know of a place off hand where I could buy a regular Xbox. Plus, why would I want a regualar Xbox if I wanted to play Halo 3? I mean really. Halo 3 is fun so far and the graphics are amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-2541872549652816989?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/2541872549652816989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/2541872549652816989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2007/10/hey-alienum-why-dont-you-turn-down-suck.html' title='&quot;Hey, alien..um, why don&apos;t you turn down the suck.&quot;'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-392877125312237764</id><published>2007-09-15T10:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T10:23:14.967-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Goodburger, home of the Goodbuger.</title><content type='html'>Life in general is reletively tolerable.  I say this because it seems as if all I do is go to work,  then come home, go to work and than repeat the next day. That's fine but it's just very little variety. Also very little fun. I shouldn't complain though since it's an honest job and it pays and that's what's important right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-392877125312237764?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/392877125312237764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/392877125312237764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2007/09/welcome-to-goodburger-home-of-goodbuger.html' title='Welcome to Goodburger, home of the Goodbuger.'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-5790601238849769956</id><published>2007-09-06T22:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T00:10:34.248-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"...fire bad."</title><content type='html'>The two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nectar's&lt;/span&gt; of life. What are they? Coffee and beer. The latter in moderation of course. I will only be touching on one of these ever so healthful &lt;a href="http://www.azcentral.com/home/wine/articles/0524beerhealth24.html?&amp;wired"&gt;drink&lt;/a&gt;s during the course of this post. I will be basically reviewing the beers that I have tried to this point. Whenever I refer to the body 
I am referring to the taste of hops.

1) Budweiser is absolutely horrible. Seriously. I'm not even going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;apologize&lt;/span&gt; for that statement because there is nothing to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;apologize&lt;/span&gt; for. It essentially tastes like what I imagine carbonated horse piss to taste like.

2) Bud Light was oddly only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;marginaly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; better in my view. This may have been because it wasn't watered down. I say this because I halfway suspect that the place where I had the regular Budweiser watered it down. It still wasn't great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;unwatered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or not.

3) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Grolsch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is great in my opinion. It has a good medium body. It smells just as good as it tastes.

4) Corona Light isn't horrible but nothing outstanding. Damming with faint praise I know.

The next two are brewed by the Boulevard Brewery Co.

5) Unfiltered wheat beer is a nice mild beer with an interesting faint sweet undertone. I'd recommend this one to those who either like or want the full hops flavour.

6) Pale Ale a bold beer with a full bodied flavour too it. If you aren't used to this it may seem like a kick in the teeth. So be warned in advance if you aren't already aware of this fact.

7) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Samuel&lt;/span&gt; Adams cherry wheat beer is a fairly pleasant mild beer. Plus it goes great with hickory smoked ham and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Swiss&lt;/span&gt; cheese sandwiches.

&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, true the next isn't technically a beer but still is worthy of mention.

Woodchuck Draft Cider is a good tasting cider. I honestly might have forgotten that it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;alcoholic&lt;/span&gt; if it didn't have a faint taste of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;alcohol&lt;/span&gt; to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-5790601238849769956?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/5790601238849769956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/5790601238849769956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2007/09/fire-bad.html' title='&quot;...fire bad.&quot;'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-5277768118659261581</id><published>2007-07-30T00:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T00:12:43.187-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What is it with people playing crappy jazz? Don't get me wrong, I like jazz, actualy let me rephrase that I love jazz. It just has to be just right. By that I mean the classics like Benny Goodman, Cannonball Adderley, and I honestly don't think you can go wrong with Louis Armstrong. Those are just a &lt;i&gt;few&lt;/i&gt; of my favourites. The more recent form that jazz seems to have taken, what most people think of as elevator music. I think that it doesn't even deserve to be called music. This comes up because a lot of "jazz" is played where I work. Is it the good stuff? No, it's of the variety that is sucky.

Oh well, I  try to put up with it       by tuning it out the best that I can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-5277768118659261581?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/5277768118659261581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/5277768118659261581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-is-it-with-people-playing-crappy.html' title=''/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-5736387723078218459</id><published>2007-07-17T13:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T13:47:50.918-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Circle is now complete...</title><content type='html'>My Star Wars movie collection is now complete. That is if you ignore the Ewok movies since they don't count. It's not that I have the typical aversion to Ewocks; it's just that those movies aren't very good. My point behind this long introduction is that I finally bought Ep. III today on dvd. Now only if I can get around to buying Ep. I on dvd...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-5736387723078218459?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/5736387723078218459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/5736387723078218459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2007/07/circle-is-now-complete.html' title='The Circle is now complete...'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-7594075467161563815</id><published>2007-07-15T23:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T00:06:24.582-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying high now...</title><content type='html'>It was out right hilarious. Yesterday towards the end of my shift there was a fight in the store. No, the fight itself was unfortunate. The funny part was that within five minutes of the fight the Rocky theme music started playing over the speakers. Had to be pure coincidence. Even if it weren't, it was was still pretty funny.


Just because I feel like it I have decided to post a video clip of Rocky that includes said music.

&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EADM_Ak3GTg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EADM_Ak3GTg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-7594075467161563815?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/7594075467161563815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/7594075467161563815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2007/07/it-was-out-right-hilarious.html' title='Flying high now...'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-6585839805026292178</id><published>2007-06-24T19:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T19:39:21.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Intersting new flavor</title><content type='html'>Last night I tried Doritoes new flavor, X-13D. It's interesting because it tastes just like a Big Mac. It took a few chips before I could fully pin point exactly what it was that the flavor was. I could tell from the first chip that they tasted like a burger but at the time I hadn't figured out that the flavor was that of a Big Mac.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-6585839805026292178?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/6585839805026292178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/6585839805026292178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2007/06/intersting-new-flavor.html' title='Intersting new flavor'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-1607867342032179624</id><published>2007-06-22T18:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T18:49:19.021-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who am I?</title><content type='html'>Who am I? You sure you want to know?    The story of my life isn't for the faint of heart. I'm your freindly neighborhood Deli-Man. That is if your neighborhood is near the deli where I'm working. Ok, what's with the Spider-Man spoof you're wondering, right? Well, I just recently got hired to work in a deli and  during  a conversation that I had recently with a friend, I was called deli-man. So I got to thinking about blogging and then blam it came to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-1607867342032179624?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/1607867342032179624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/1607867342032179624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2007/06/who-am-i.html' title='Who am I?'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-8579220134175672019</id><published>2007-06-14T21:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T21:46:18.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Going nowhere fast...maybe</title><content type='html'>From midday on Tuesday until this afternoon my family was forced to go back to 
dial-up if we were wanting to get online. Let me tell you that it isn't fun 
having to go back to dial-up from using broad band for so long. Oh, if being forced to use dial-up
wasn't bad enough the cable was out at the same time.  Why was my family forced to go
through this? Because  we had a   thunderstorm on Tuesday and there was a lightening strike nearby that may have had something to do with the nock back to dial up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-8579220134175672019?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/8579220134175672019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/8579220134175672019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2007/06/from-midday-on-tuesday-until.html' title='Going nowhere fast...maybe'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-2985017598083698380</id><published>2007-06-10T01:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T01:45:31.087-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sickness</title><content type='html'>I recently posted on watching &lt;a href="http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2007/04/no-one-wants-to-watch-smoldering-hole.html"&gt;Grindhouse&lt;/a&gt;. By now you may or may not, dependeing on your interest, already know that there were fake trailers in between the feature films. 
Some were good, some were decent, while others were outright jibbily inducing. The one that I'm talking about was directed by Eli Roth. Ever since I watched the trailer that he directed I have been of the opinion that he is in possesion of a sick and twisted mind. I also determined that I most likely won't knowingly ever watch any of his movies. True, most of his movies won't be as nasty as the trailer.

To tell the truth after watching the trailer I felt dirty. If on the off chance that it is ever made into a full length straight to dvd movie I think that only the sickest of people will watch it. Yeah, it's that bad. I know that everyone in the theater cringed at a certian part of the trailer. I'm not going to describe the scene but if you've seen the trailer you most likely know what I'm talking about already. I know that they cringed because I could hear the groans and the gasps. I do believe those good indications that they cringed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-2985017598083698380?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/2985017598083698380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/2985017598083698380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2007/06/sickness.html' title='Sickness'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-4848093690252393915</id><published>2007-05-06T23:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T23:53:11.178-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"I will not be stalkeratzed!"</title><content type='html'>Last night while taking a break from writing papers a friend introduced me to a great website called askaninja.com. Oh, even though it's funny I almost wish he'd waited a couple of days to introduce me to the site, seriously. It's  a bunch of short videos of a guy dressed up as a ninja answering questions in such a manner that's supposed serious but approached in a joking fashion. It's hilarious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-4848093690252393915?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/4848093690252393915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/4848093690252393915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-will-not-be-stalkeratzed.html' title='&quot;I will not be stalkeratzed!&quot;'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-5264345866190892302</id><published>2007-05-04T00:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T22:47:01.609-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando Omni Flunkus Moritati</title><content type='html'>Graduation is coming in just over a week and I don't really know for sure how I'm feeling about it. I say this because I don't exactly feel ready for the world outside of being a student. Than again I've been a student for so long that I sort of want a change of routine. I'm pretty sure that I'll continue my education after a couple of  years but I'm just not quite ready for that at this point. That's not to say that I feel ready to fully be in the "real world."

It's one of those things that I just have to deal with if I really want to move on with life. Well, I guess I have to deal with this issue even if I didn't want to move on with my life. Oh well. I can change my mind set, I guess, if I have to. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-5264345866190892302?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/5264345866190892302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/5264345866190892302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2007/05/graduation-is-coming-in-just-over-week.html' title='Quando Omni Flunkus Moritati'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-513944978096805919</id><published>2007-04-21T00:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T00:54:13.401-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"...no one wants to watch a smoldering hole."</title><content type='html'>Thursday night as a break from the end of the semester hassles I went to watch &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0462322/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Grindhouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; because I had a free movie pass. It was a decent enough combo. This post isn't about the movies 
it's about the experience that I'm sure that we've all experienced. People who don't seem to understand that in the theater you shouldn't talk during the movie. I had some idiots sitting behind me to the side who didn't seem capable of refraining from talking. What's worse is that they kept on getting up. Getting up once, maybe twice, during a movie of that length might be fine if that's all that they did but in conjunction with talking and having a cell phone open through at least a third of the movie I mean really. They weren't talking on the cell phone as far as I know but I think they had it open because I saw the reflection out of the corner of my eye.

Seriously people if you go to a movie have at least some class and be polite to others. If you want to talk during a movie at home that's your concern. However if you're at a theater and there are others watching the movie with you get your head out of your butt and shut your mouth.

To end the post on an amusing note I will direct you to a Strong Bad email that deals with this &lt;a href="http://www.homestarrunner.com/sbemail167.html"&gt;issue&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-513944978096805919?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/513944978096805919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/513944978096805919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2007/04/no-one-wants-to-watch-smoldering-hole.html' title='&quot;...no one wants to watch a smoldering hole.&quot;'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-7650766378336760124</id><published>2007-04-18T09:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T00:15:45.244-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bread That Bites Back</title><content type='html'>I recently have gained a new favourite type of bread. Jalapeno Cheese is what I believe to be one of the best kinds of bread imaginable. It has a bit of a bite to it but to me it wasn't horrible but to someone who has lesser of a tolerance might think so. If you fall into the category of the latter than don't be scared off by what I've said. It really is pretty good.

Now onto the smell. The smell is absolutely wonderful. The bread has a releatively strong  jalapeno smell, imagine that.

The appearence of the bread is pretty interesting. It has, at least the brand that I tried, cheese baked onto the top. So it has that melty cheese look going for it. Due to the jalapenos in the crust it might, as a friend intially thought, look moldy but trust me unless it's old it won't be. Sorry, it that makes it sound less appealling but that's &lt;i&gt;almost &lt;/i&gt;what it looks like.

I'd really recommend that any/everybody at least try it once.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-7650766378336760124?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/7650766378336760124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/7650766378336760124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2007/04/jalepenoon-stick.html' title='Bread That Bites Back'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-2480258826242481322</id><published>2007-03-31T12:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T00:32:00.982-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Unitentional Neglect</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I know I've been neglecting my blog. I've been busy with junk associated with the last semester of senior year. I can hardly believe that I will be graduating in little over a month. The very thought almost has me twitching on the floor in anxiety. I will make it through because there is very little other choice. With graduation will come more opportunity to post more often than I have this semester.

Switch of topic, I really have been disappointed by the commercials for TMNT that I've seen. I mean really could they have made it any more obvious that they used CG for the entire thing? Well, yes they could have but it wouldn't have resulted in the look they may have been looking for. I've seen decent CG that pretty much looked real so I see no reason for this movie to have been so obvious. I admit that I'm likely speaking from ignorance but still.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-2480258826242481322?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/2480258826242481322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/2480258826242481322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2007/03/yeah-i-know-ive-been-neglecting-my-blog.html' title='Unitentional Neglect'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-1546509258115442850</id><published>2007-02-16T10:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T10:30:11.853-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Please forgive them..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;I saw &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0367959/"&gt;Hannible Rising&lt;/a&gt; last night and thought that it was a fairly decent movie. True, it may not have been the best movie of all times but it's not really as bad as the reviews try to make it out to be. I don't really understand what all the bad reviews surrounding Hannible Rising. Ok, true Anthony Hopkins didn't play Dr. Lector but that shouldn't be surpising since it's set
before the movies that he stars in. I only bring that up as an example of what I think may be an objection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0367959/"&gt;
&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-1546509258115442850?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/1546509258115442850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/1546509258115442850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2007/02/please-forgive-them.html' title='&quot;Please forgive them...&quot;'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-7552735083093055105</id><published>2007-02-14T10:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T10:27:44.928-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Huh, why would you do that to yourself?"</title><content type='html'>I'm taking a course called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sino&lt;/span&gt;-US diplomatic history. It's kind of funny the looks I get when people find that out. The looks kind of say "Ouch, are you crazy?" The class in and of itself isn't bad, it's just all of the reading that is associated with the class. We're slated to read about 4-5 books. It kind of helps that it's an interesting enough of a topic. What doesn't help is that I don't really have much of a background in history of Asian countries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-7552735083093055105?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/7552735083093055105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/7552735083093055105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2007/02/huh-why-would-you-do-that-to-yourself.html' title='&quot;Huh, why would you do that to yourself?&quot;'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-3781044791760725236</id><published>2007-02-10T18:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T22:58:38.545-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"...our pets heads are falling off!!!"</title><content type='html'>Trying to be funny by reenacting a scene from Dumb and Dumber after a long day was
funny but may not be a good idea. I say this because I wasn't paying attention. So here's the 
set up to the story. At dinner a friend and I had some slices of jalepeno left after eating the rest
of the meal and I "bet," it's in quotation marks because it was more of a dare than a bet, that whichever one of us that ate the twelve slices would win fifty cents. I lost because I chewed
the slices too long but I digrese. I without really thinking about it grabed a ketcup bottle that
was open and starting reenacting the scene. I guess that I should explain why it was a long day. I helped judge a forensics tournment and don't really have much background in A)judging this type of thing and B) the whole forensics thing. To tell the truth the fact that the bottle was open didn't really register when I picked it up. I think that saw that it was open but it just but I just 
wasn't paying much attention.  Plus, I didn't think that I squezed the bottle all that hard. It 
was vaguely funny in an embarressing sort of way. Thankfully I was with friends who will  only
likely make fun of me for the next few months. ;) I don't mind too much since I admit that I'd jokingly tease a friend for a while for this type of thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-3781044791760725236?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/3781044791760725236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/3781044791760725236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2007/02/our-pets-heads-are-falling-off.html' title='&quot;...our pets heads are falling off!!!&quot;'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-7480490825376810058</id><published>2007-02-04T22:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T22:40:50.459-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Da Bears...</title><content type='html'>I'm not a big fan of football but I'm still a bit dissappointed in the results of the Superbowl. I should probably admit that I only wanted da Bears to win because of the joke. Da Bears, da Bears, da Bears, da Bears, da Bears.


&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8tsmDJH-oPc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8tsmDJH-oPc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-7480490825376810058?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/7480490825376810058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/7480490825376810058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2007/02/da-bears.html' title='Da Bears...'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-6946613724594220293</id><published>2007-01-26T12:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T13:07:46.351-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What I do not give...</title><content type='html'>I watched &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0473444/"&gt;Curse of the Golden Flower&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; last night. It wasn't bad but you have to be interested in that type of movie for it to be really worth watching. I say that because I could see it getting boring fairly quickly for a person who weren't interested in a wire-&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fu&lt;/span&gt; type movie. &lt;i&gt;Curse of the Golden Flower&lt;/i&gt; is a bit slow through most of the movie. However once the action really starts picking up towards the end of the movie, it is a bit more interesting. Don't take that as me saying that I thought that the movie was boring. I thought that it was an interesting movie through out.

The &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cinimatography&lt;/span&gt; was pretty good in my opinion. There were several shots where I was downright amazed at how they chose to the &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;certian&lt;/span&gt; camera angle that the had. The Battle scene at the end was quite interesting simply because of the sheer number of soldiers on screen. True, the vast majority were CG, you could tell, that won't really detract if you aren't too anal and as a result chose to be nit picky about movies being really true to life.

Do I recommend &lt;i&gt;Curse of a Golden Flower&lt;/i&gt;? Yes, but with the caveat that you be interested in wire-fu movies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-6946613724594220293?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/6946613724594220293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/6946613724594220293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-i-do-not-give.html' title='What I do not give...'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-6710836233271873265</id><published>2007-01-22T00:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T00:44:29.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood and Dumb Title</title><content type='html'>I swear that &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0115671/"&gt;Blood and Chocolate&lt;/a&gt; is the dumbest title that the makers of the movie could have come up with. It doesn't even sound like all that great of a movie either. So in a sense it's like the movie has a a double whammy against it already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-6710836233271873265?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/6710836233271873265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/6710836233271873265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-swear-that-movie-blood-and-chocolate.html' title='Blood and Dumb Title'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-4372991420452358138</id><published>2007-01-21T11:05:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T11:05:02.802-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Melting Away</title><content type='html'>So unless something goes completly wrong in within the next day school will 
/finally/ resume again tomarrow. I to tell the truth am slightly ambivalent about that fact. I really want to be back in class after a week of being out. However, I don't want to go back after a week of relaxing. The first wins out, though by slim margin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-4372991420452358138?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/4372991420452358138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/4372991420452358138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2007/01/melting-away.html' title='Melting Away'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-1149221855654771430</id><published>2007-01-21T10:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T11:00:29.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Experience is Everything</title><content type='html'>All Bruce Campbell fans will most likely find this interesting.


&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kxDVfXCAasQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kxDVfXCAasQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-1149221855654771430?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/1149221855654771430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/1149221855654771430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2007/01/experience-is-everything.html' title='Experience is Everything'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-7001767570656367890</id><published>2007-01-18T13:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T13:32:48.210-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weekend That Wouldn't Die</title><content type='html'>Don't get me wrong I like snow days as much as the next person but to have an entire week canceled due to snow and ice is annoying. My classes are now a week behind. Up until yesterday I kept thinking that the next day classes would be held and all would be fine. However, that wasn't the case. We're having an all to long weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-7001767570656367890?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/7001767570656367890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/7001767570656367890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2007/01/weekend-that-wouldnt-die.html' title='The Weekend That Wouldn&apos;t Die'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-3840747599555837992</id><published>2006-12-26T03:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T03:20:22.828-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall down and go boom</title><content type='html'>I don't know about you but I find this funny. 

&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3SCJLlSf21Y"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3SCJLlSf21Y" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-3840747599555837992?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/3840747599555837992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/3840747599555837992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2006/12/idontknowaboutyoubutifindthisfunny.html' title='Fall down and go boom'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-116694312883975962</id><published>2006-12-24T00:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T00:52:08.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll have a double espresso half caff...to go.</title><content type='html'>I when my parents and I were visiting family this weekend I noticed something that I thought was amusing and strang. This thing that I noticed was that a Starbuckss in the city where my relatives live had a drive through window. Is it just me or is this strange? I mean really how rushed for time do you have be to not be able to go inside and wait to get coffee? If a person is so rushed than they should either brew their own coffee or leave earlier. Maybe there is something that I'm not seeing but it doesn't make sense to me that someone would use a drive through window for overpriced coffee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-116694312883975962?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/116694312883975962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/116694312883975962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2006/12/ill-have-double-espresso-half-caffto.html' title='I&apos;ll have a double espresso half caff...to go.'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-116692700559426053</id><published>2006-12-23T20:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T20:23:25.710-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"I've got a lot of problems with you people..."</title><content type='html'>
&lt;p&gt;This evening my parents and I were coming home from visiting family and we found out that "Oh, wow the car horn works again!" The story behind that one is that it hadn't been working for a while and has been looked at, the repair was pending. I joking thought at first that it was a Christmas miracle until I thought to check what the date was. The reason that I asked the date was because I remembered a Seinfeld episode and knew that it was close to being the 23rd (yeah, I actually forgot that it &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; the 23rd). I'm sure that if you're a fan of the show you know where I'm going with this. As soon as I was told that it is the 23rd I said "It's a Festivus miracle!" I don't know about you but that's funny.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So, I hope that you've had/have fun observing Festivus this year. If you haven't yet go get started, you still have time.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;I don't really understand why when playing the multi-player aspect of a game why people screen watch. I mean really aren't these people good enough to hunt the other people down without resorting to what basically is cheating? This little rant comes about as a result of a bit of an argument while playing Halo 2 about an hour ago. I admit I'm not great but I'm not bad. I might should that I'm not 100% purely innocent of catching a glimpse of the other people's screen from time to time. This however isn't not me going out of my way to look at it to determine where they are or to avoid getting shot at. I just happen to catch movement out of the corner of my eye and just glance for about a couple seconds and than look away. What gets me is the people who make a habit of looking and using this as a means of winning. Also when these same people are confronted about this they weakly attempt to justify themselves with the excuse that everyone has the capability of looking so it must be fair. Well to anyone who reads this post and is a screen watcher guess what? No, it's not really the fairest thing in the world.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Here's an analogy, maybe not a perfect one but hey who cares. A piece of candy is in a store everyone who walks into the store and walks down that isle has the opportunity to steal that piece of candy but only one person does. Is it fair to the store? The other customers who walked that isle but didn't steal the piece of candy? To the customers who didn't even go near the candy?Everyone who walked down the candy isle had a chance to steal that piece of candy but that doesn't make the theft of the candy fair to anyone.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;It's finally finals week and I am not sure if I'm excited about it. I say that because I'm glad that the semester is over an that I won't hopefully have to write as many papers next semester. However next semester is my last so that means that I will have to go out into the real world. Leaving college isn't a bad thing, I am actually glad to be leaving but I'm just unsure of what I'll be doing. At times I really wish that life were less unclear.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;I've noticed a silly trend. That trend is that of stores and companies having actors portraying Santa going and buying toys or other products as gifts. I mean really, why would Santa need to buy toys when he has a workshop? That just doesn't make much sense from a consistency perspective. However it does make sense from a marketing perspective, I guess.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;A friend of mine doesn't seem to understand that he really ought not horse play with women. I am saying this in part because he's a big guy I mean really big. He also doesn't seem to know when he's going overboard. I say this not to be mean but to simply state the facts. I've repeatedly tried to explain to him that he runs the risk of hurting the women that he's playing with but he just doesn't seem to listen very well. I tell him that it's about respect. A man just doesn't strike a women even in jest. A guy can rough house with another guy as long as the other guy doesn't mind but those rules don't apply when interacting with women. I don't know I guess it's about upbringing, at least to a certain degree.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Don't get me wrong I like the guy, he's one of my closest friends. It's just that he doesn't really seem to get it, you know?&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Has anyone else noticed that in movie theaters the "Last Chance" concession stands are rarely, if ever, staffed? I realized this the other day when I was thinking back on a visit to a local movie theater a few months back. When I thought even more on it I realized that it was the same way in other theaters that I had been too as well. This was at different times so it's not exactly that at such and such time every day theaters just don't staff these "last chances." I don't exactly understand this because the theater could be making more money if they were to staff these concession stands. Yes, I realize that they may not want to staff these because they hadn't gotten much money but to see them empty all of the time is still almost funny.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So if you have any other theories or you simply noticed this as well than drop a comment.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="poweredbyzoundry"&gt;Powered by &lt;a href="http://www.zoundry.com" class="poweredbyzoundry_link" rel="nofollow"&gt;Zoundry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-116485040081501103?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/116485040081501103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/116485040081501103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2006/11/last-chance.html' title='Last Chance'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-116251044154733020</id><published>2006-11-02T17:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T17:34:01.666-06:00</updated><title type='text'>They're not here, so they *must* be over there.</title><content type='html'>
&lt;p&gt;I was eating dinner with some friends tonight and one of them said how he wished that he had a time machine so that he could take the liberal Bush bashers back to when Saddam was in power. The purpose of this was to show these people that yes Saddam did have WMDs and was going to take over the US. I just about yelled at him because he tried using the lack of evidence of the WMDs must have meant that Saddam hoisted them off on someone(bin-Ladden). That claim right there made me nearly want to rip his head off because of how stupid he was being stupid. Bear in mind that this guy is my friend so I don't dislike him. I just get really, really mad when someone tries to convince me I'm wrong and that they're right when they're using faulty logic. The faulty logic that I'm talking about is that lack of evidence is not evidence for somethings existence.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm not quite sure what's worse. The fact that my friend is just about as bad as any liberal when it comes to using faulty logic or that he tried using it on me.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="poweredbyzoundry"&gt;Powered by &lt;a href="http://www.zoundry.com" class="poweredbyzoundry_link" rel="nofollow"&gt;Zoundry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-116251044154733020?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/116251044154733020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/116251044154733020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2006/11/theyre-not-here-so-they-must-be-over.html' title='They&apos;re not here, so they *must* be over there.'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-116165618877518571</id><published>2006-10-23T21:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T22:48:30.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Positronic Brain Neurology</title><content type='html'>Wow, am I ever a nerd! I say this because just now I was trying to find some sort of schematic for positronic brains online. Yes, I know that positronic brains don't actually exist as of yet but that's not the point. I want to at least get some idea of what they look like. Yes, I'm aware that Data from Star Trek: TNG had a positronic brain and that the inside of his head was shown on more than one occasion. That, however, isn't enough for my curiousity. I actually want to know more of how one of these artifical brains work. The description that Asimov gives in "I, Robot" is /really/ vague. Plus, no one else really seems to fully know the ins and outs of positronic brains either or at least not from what I've found.


So seriously if you can find a schematic or a clear description of the workings of the positronic brain than please leave a comment and a link to a website that gives either or both of those. I'd be extremely pleased.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-116165618877518571?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/116165618877518571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/116165618877518571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2006/10/positronic-brain-neurology.html' title='Positronic Brain Neurology'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-116149756682074068</id><published>2006-10-21T11:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T01:12:46.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rabbit Stew</title><content type='html'>
&lt;p&gt;I was a bit surprised tonight when I a friend told me that he had never heard of Isaac Asimov. Ok, I take that back I was really surprised. The reason being is that I've been under the influence that Asimov was/is, depending on how you want to interpret it, a giant in the field of science fiction and well know outside of the circle of those who read science fiction as well. I guess that I was less correct than I thought. I understand if he never read anything by Asimov because I've never read anything by him until now. I'm reading &lt;em&gt;I, Robot&lt;/em&gt; right now and that's how the discussion came up with my friend.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="poweredbyzoundry"&gt;Powered by &lt;a href="http://www.zoundry.com" class="poweredbyzoundry_link" rel="nofollow"&gt;Zoundry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-116149756682074068?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/116149756682074068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/116149756682074068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2006/10/rabbit-stew.html' title='Rabbit Stew'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-116085618451642664</id><published>2006-10-14T14:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T15:03:04.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One or Two Lumps</title><content type='html'>On my computer I have installed two video cards, so of course I have two monitors. I’ve had the second monitor installed over the summer. I say that so that you might better understand what I’m about to say. I don’t much like computers that are, shall I say, more mundane (only one monitor.) ;) I keep wanting to move my cursor over to the other monitor. However, when I realize that I can’t because there isn’t one I get a little peeved for about a minute. Nerdy? Yes, but who cares? I mean seriously what does it matters if I have two monitors, it just means that I can have one application up on one monitor and a different one on the other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-116085618451642664?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/116085618451642664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/116085618451642664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2006/10/one-or-two-lumps.html' title='One or Two Lumps'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-116080797260226387</id><published>2006-10-14T01:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T01:39:32.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saucers Seen Over Hollywood.</title><content type='html'>
&lt;p&gt;I think that part of my apparition of movies that rank on the b-list or lower comes from my early exposure to Japanese monster movies. Right now I'm watching &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0052077/" target="_blank"&gt;Plan 9 from Outer Space&lt;/a&gt;. Let me tell you it is really lame so far and it's only about twenty minutes in. To tell the truth I think that the movie wouldn't be as bad if it weren't for the narration and the really cheesy effects. I guess that it's good that I like cheese. Ok, that was a lame joke. Plan 9 from Outer Space is the type of movie that is worthy of MST3King. I might not be watching it if it weren't so funny and plus it has &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000509/" target="_blank"&gt;Bela Lugosi&lt;/a&gt; in it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-116080797260226387?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/116080797260226387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/116080797260226387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2006/10/saucers-seen-over-hollywood.html' title='Saucers Seen Over Hollywood.'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-115844453266439564</id><published>2006-09-16T17:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T17:08:53.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel the burn...or not</title><content type='html'>
&lt;p&gt;A friend and I went to a buffalo wing place last night for dinner. I, of course, ordered the hottest stuff they offered on the menu. This seemed to be enough to cause the waitress to pause and think that I was slightly off in the head or something like that. I honestly didn't think that the wings were as hot as they were made out to be. I say that because after I was done I didn't feel the need to quench any the "burn." Well, don't get me wrong I did feel a bit of a burn at the back of my throat at the beginning and my lips did feel like they were burning after I had finished. None of these things lasted more than a minute or so. Plus, they were hardly noticeable.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-115844453266439564?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/115844453266439564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/115844453266439564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2006/09/feel-burnor-not.html' title='Feel the burn...or not'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-115765863332341279</id><published>2006-09-07T14:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T14:50:33.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a joke!!!</title><content type='html'>
&lt;p&gt;**Keep in mind as you're reading this post that I voted Republican in the last Presidential election. And that I'm not one of those left wing extremists. So no scathing comments are to be left, ok?**&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;In one of my classes the other day we were started a group project and I made a joke about VP Chaney. It wasn't anything bad about him personally or politically but I still got a shocked look from some of my group mates and even a comment about it. I quickly explained that it &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; just a joke and that I did vote for Bush/Chaney. The joke dealt with Chaney's hunting accident. I admit that the joke was quite likely uncalled for and possibly mean but I thought that it was a bit funny. Don't be asking me to post what the joke because otherwise I might be getting people flaming me and I don't want to be banning people from commenting. To much of a hassle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-115765863332341279?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/115765863332341279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/115765863332341279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-joke.html' title='It&apos;s a joke!!!'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-115765888493892960</id><published>2006-09-07T14:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T14:54:44.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>International Talk Like a Pirate Day</title><content type='html'>
&lt;p&gt;I just thought that I'd give everyone a heads up about "International Talk Like a Pirate Day," it's on the 19th. Ok, true it's coming up in two weeks which means that this is an extremely early warning. I just thought that I'd overcompensate for only mentioning it a few days ahead last year. So you get ready by brushing up on piratey things, especially the talking part.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-115765888493892960?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/115765888493892960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/115765888493892960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2006/09/international-talk-like-pirate-day.html' title='International Talk Like a Pirate Day'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-115639336115923397</id><published>2006-08-23T23:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T23:22:41.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh...what did you say?</title><content type='html'> &lt;p&gt;In the tradition of &lt;a href="http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2005/08/if-it-werent-for-my-horse-i-never.html" target="_blank"&gt;last&lt;/a&gt; year I'm continuing what I'll call for now "Did just hear/say that?" I was just walking past one of the dorm buildings two people were walking the other way. The chick had picked up the end of a hose that the maintenance guys had left hooked up. I heard her say, most likely to the guy that was walking with her, "Turn me on," meaning turn the water on. As a point of clarification she was pointing the hose towards a parked car of guys who had their music possibly a tad to loud. I could tell that she obviously didn't realize that as she was saying it that it could be taken differently than how she meant it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;However, as soon as those words were out of her lips the full meaning of what she said hit her. I personally was greatly amused at the accidental pun.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-115639336115923397?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/115639336115923397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/115639336115923397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2006/08/uhwhat-did-you-say.html' title='Uh...what did you say?'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-115637192101827796</id><published>2006-08-23T17:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T17:25:21.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Unknowing Participant</title><content type='html'> &lt;p&gt;I'm beginning to think that college dorms are nothing but psychological/sociological studies. Colleges have a the studies population each year literally signing up to unknowingly partake in this experiment. Obviously each schools sample size is going to be different and there will be some fluctuation from year to year Think about it, unless people arrange with their friends to be roommates they'll be placed with a random person. Not only that but a fairly large amount of people will be living in close proximity to each other. What I mean is that the rooms will be close and people are likely to make noise in the halls. People may also blair their music loud enough to be heard in the halls and through floors, walls and/or ceilings. Also, in some dorms there are shared bathrooms.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Now this thought may sound unethical, as it may well be, but it almost seems fun. That is if you aren't being a sub-uh- I mean participant. And no I'm not saying that colleges are actually conducting this hypothetical study. I'm just having fun with the situation.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-115637192101827796?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/115637192101827796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/115637192101827796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2006/08/unknowing-participant.html' title='Unknowing Participant'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-115625992550467748</id><published>2006-08-22T10:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T10:18:46.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's eight a.m. do you know where your class is?</title><content type='html'> &lt;p&gt;It just occurred to me that this is the first semester that I don't have &lt;em&gt;any&lt;/em&gt; eight o'clock classes. That is a first for me in my relatively long college career. This may or may not seem like a big deal to you but to me it is. This qualifies as a big deal because I have been trying unsuccessfully for a few semesters to go without an eight o'clock class. This is my fifth year in college so you might imagine how relived I am.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-115625992550467748?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/115625992550467748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/115625992550467748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-eight-am-do-you-know-where-your.html' title='It&apos;s eight a.m. do you know where your class is?'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-115481690560126577</id><published>2006-08-05T17:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T17:28:25.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly puppy...</title><content type='html'> &lt;p&gt;Over the summer I've been living with my parents. Recently some younger people have moved in to the empty house next door. Well, my point is that the younger people are really irresponsible. The latest irresponsibility to the fairly long list is that they've recently gotten a black lab puppy. Do these people have a fenced in yard? Do the keep the puppy indoors? Do they restrain the puppy from running around free? No on all counts. This really annoys me to no end. Why? Because not only is it &lt;em&gt;extremely&lt;/em&gt; irresponsible but it's also illegal. I think that people like this should not only have their pets taken away but also not allowed to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; have another animal, not even a fish.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;All of this comes up because as my family came home from Wal-Mart earlier the neighbor's puppy came running up to us begging for attention. We just ignored it because it was wanting attention and if we gave it the attention it wanted and needed we'd only encouraged it to wander off.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-115481690560126577?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/115481690560126577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/115481690560126577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2006/08/silly-puppy.html' title='Silly puppy...'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-115440179561589405</id><published>2006-07-31T22:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T22:09:56.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jim Funnylastname, reporting the sports results...</title><content type='html'> &lt;p&gt;I'm of the opinion that sports guys on almost any news show must have funny names. It's the first rule for anyone to report on sports. It's set in stone. I could be wrong. :)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-115440179561589405?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/115440179561589405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/115440179561589405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2006/07/jim-funnylastname-reporting-sports.html' title='Jim Funnylastname, reporting the sports results...'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-115438861340556040</id><published>2006-07-31T18:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T18:30:13.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That guy's a jerk, I like Nascar</title><content type='html'> &lt;p&gt;If you've read my post &lt;a href="http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2006/04/ron-burundy-is-elf.html" target="_blank"&gt;"Ron Burgundy is an elf?"&lt;/a&gt; than you realize that I'm not a Will Ferrell fan. I realized another reason why, well more like a twist on the original reason. That reason is that all of Ferrell's characters are pretty much the same half-retarded character. When I told my parents my insight, my dad said that that made sense since Will Ferrell is half-retarded. I tend to agree.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-115438861340556040?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/115438861340556040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/115438861340556040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2006/07/that-guys-jerk-i-like-nascar.html' title='That guy&apos;s a jerk, I like Nascar'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-115385908978024903</id><published>2006-07-25T15:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T18:03:07.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Close Encounters of the Stupid Kind</title><content type='html'> &lt;p&gt;I am a bit annoyed by the whole idea that ancient man may have had help kick starting civilization. I'm annoyed with one man in particular, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Erich_von_D%C3%A4niken" target="_blank"&gt;Erich von Däniken&lt;/a&gt;. If you're not familiar with this crazy and his crack pot ideas than let me enlighten you. He more or less says that there were extraterrestrials who visited Earth in distant past and basically did what I mentioned in the beginning sentence. Erich von Doodooface calls this the "Ancient Astronaut theory."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What I have a hard time wrapping my mind around is the arrogance/stupidity, you pick, of not only von Daniken but also those who buy into his crap. They seem to think that ancient man simply could not be remotely smart enough to come up with the technology that they had. That ancient man was &lt;em&gt;actually&lt;/em&gt; intelligent. True, ancient man had some strange beliefs but that doesn't mean that they couldn't figure out that if you stick a piece of copper into wine you get a reaction. Or that ancient Egyptian Pharaohs couldn't figure out how to get their citizens to build the pyramids and other projects of the State. As for the Egyptian statement it's called the citizens paying taxes with help from some slaves but let's ignore what historical documents say, ok?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-115385908978024903?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/115385908978024903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/115385908978024903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2006/07/close-encounters-of-stupid-kind.html' title='Close Encounters of the Stupid Kind'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-115373758851410092</id><published>2006-07-24T05:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T15:41:04.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Number 11 on the Bottom 10</title><content type='html'> &lt;p&gt;I swear at times I must be at least half-way retarded or get a kick out of trying to get the jibbilies. because I was online a few minutes ago and watching trailers for a horror movie, Pulse. The explanation behind what I said is that I was getting ready to go back to bed for a few hours but &lt;em&gt;if&lt;/em&gt; the trailers somehow managed to give me the jibbilies than I might not be able to calm down for a few minutes. That's silly though.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-115373758851410092?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/115373758851410092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/115373758851410092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2006/07/number-11-on-bottom-10.html' title='Number 11 on the Bottom 10'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-115311933062789298</id><published>2006-07-17T01:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T20:06:20.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad News Bears</title><content type='html'> &lt;p&gt;I admit that I'm bit slow to have learned of this unfortunate news. I just learned that Jim Baen died June 28th. I did hear that he had had a stroke a little over a month ago but I hadn't heard anything new. Until a few minutes ago that is.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-115311933062789298?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/115311933062789298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/115311933062789298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2006/07/bad-news-bears.html' title='Bad News Bears'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-115156283814317436</id><published>2006-06-29T01:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T01:33:58.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Superman and the American way</title><content type='html'> &lt;p&gt;"...the American way." Three words. If all they are are words than why leave them out? PC is a tool of petty bureaucracies and their owners. Or some such thing like that. Ok, if you want to accept the argument that Superman/Clark Kent aren't technically from Earth or even the U.S. an as such makes him more of a man of the world. According to this argument he is more of a protector of the &lt;em&gt;whole&lt;/em&gt; planet than sure that might work. That is if it weren't for the fact that he landed in Kansas. Kansas is in the middle of the U.S.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I bring up this obvious little factoid is to use it as a stepping stone to my next point. My next point is that when the planet Krypton exploded he was made an orphan. Which made him eligible for adoption. How do you fill out that form for adoption? Check the box for a Kryptonian baby? "You want a Kryptonian baby, sorry we're fresh out. Oh, wait we just happen to have gotten one a day ago." Normally I would support going through the correct channels to adopt a child and immigration but this was a special case.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So is Superman American? More than he is British, Chinese, or South African. Does he still have an obligation to the whole world? Yes, if he can help people in those countries.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-115156283814317436?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/115156283814317436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/115156283814317436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2006/06/superman-and-american-way.html' title='Superman and the American way'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-115135737664013378</id><published>2006-06-26T16:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T02:35:59.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Pocket</title><content type='html'> &lt;p&gt;A while back I found out about &lt;a href="http://www.jimgaffigan.com/"&gt;Jim Gaffigin&lt;/a&gt;. In cause you've never heard about him he's really funny. So go to his website and listen to some of his stuff. What are you waiting for, go.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-115135737664013378?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/115135737664013378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/115135737664013378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2006/06/hot-pocket.html' title='Hot Pocket'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-115130238173008333</id><published>2006-06-26T01:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T01:13:01.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Punishment Begins</title><content type='html'> &lt;p&gt;Um...wow. That's what was going through my mind as I was watching "&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0330793/" target="_blank"&gt;The Punisher&lt;/a&gt;." Not really in the best sense that the word wow could be used either. It was more violent and gory than what I thought it might be but then that's what I get for only knowing the basic premise of a movie before watching it. This movie isn't getting a very high spot on my recommendation scale. I'd say about a 5 out of 10. I found the movie overall a bit distasteful, though it did have a few decent things about it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;There are some other things that bring down the recommendation score. First, brief glimpses of too much skin on women. The reason that brings the recommendation score is because it might be something that might something that some people might think unnecessary or want to speed through. The second thing that brought the score down was John Travolta. More like John Revolta. Oh come on, don't tell me you couldn't see that one coming.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-115130238173008333?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/115130238173008333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/115130238173008333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2006/06/punishment-begins.html' title='The Punishment Begins'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-115091423405806013</id><published>2006-06-21T13:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T13:23:54.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Does No the English Language..</title><content type='html'> &lt;p&gt;I find it more than a little annoying when I come across a blatant grammatical error. For example, someone using the word here for hear. I saw that as a comment on a friend's blog. I don't know about the overall intelligence of the person who made the comment but that shouldn't be a mistake that should be made. I say that since it's so obvious. I know, I know I should lighten up a little bit since I make some spelling and grammatical mistakes myself. However making a mistake like the example I made shouldn't be made. At least not by anyone who knows the English language well enough.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-115091423405806013?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/115091423405806013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/115091423405806013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-does-no-english-language.html' title='I Does No the English Language..'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-115009748826617009</id><published>2006-06-12T02:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T02:33:39.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"What's going on, buddy?"</title><content type='html'> &lt;p&gt;Random thought of the day. Well, actually not to random since there is a connection between the two. Now to the not too random thought of the day. A few years ago, about the time of the release of &lt;em&gt;Attack of the Clones&lt;/em&gt; I was up relatively late watching tv when I flipped past MTV. I stopped since they were talking about Star Wars. They were giving a quick recap of the Star Wars movies up to that point. When they got to the point of the end of "The Empire Strikes Back" they said something to the effect that Lando Calrissian was a good for nothing traitor. To which I automatically thought that he wasn't and that they were idiots for even thinking so.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; &lt;p&gt;True, for the longest time when I was little I thought that Lando was a traitor and for that was a horrible person. To tell the truth I hadn't given the whole "Lando is a traitor" thing much thought for a few years until I heard it on the idiot making channel.So what changed my thinking? Well, I had matured and had read several Star Wars novels, as well as watched the movies numerous times since I was little. Between those two things I must have unknowingly came to the conclusion that Lando did what he did for the good of the citizens of Cloud City and everyone else that was in the floating city. So is sacrificing a friend for the good of thousands of people that you have an obligation to truly justified? I think that it can't be fully &lt;em&gt;justified&lt;/em&gt; but that if only one person is lost no matter how grudgingly for the majority of people concerned, even the person making the choice, for the good of the majority and the situation ends up working for the good in the long run than it was for the best.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-115009748826617009?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/115009748826617009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/115009748826617009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2006/06/whats-going-on-buddy.html' title='&quot;What&apos;s going on, buddy?&quot;'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-114927620842266880</id><published>2006-06-02T14:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T14:23:28.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's that smell?</title><content type='html'> &lt;p&gt;Ok, here's the review of sorts of &lt;em&gt;Sasquatch.&lt;/em&gt; I thought it was a step or two up from &lt;em&gt;Abdominal&lt;/em&gt;. What I mean by this is that it seems as if more money was spent on the production of it. Also the acting was better but that isn't saying a lot. Was it an outstanding movie overall? No, not really. I'm not saying that it was bad but if I had to rate it on a scale of 1-10, one being craptastic and ten being greater than great; I'd give it a 5.5. Simply because the acting was relatively believable but not award winning, the "special effects" were nothing spectacular. The sasquatch did look more ape-like and more plausible however looked a bit silly. What I mean is that it was less furry than what I typically imagine a sasquatch to look like.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I really wouldn't recommend this movie to anyone who dislikes inconsistencies. That's because towards the beginning of the movie the search party notices a horrible smell, this is about the time when we the audience sees an outline of the sasquatch through the trees. However this little fact seems to have been forgotten to the director and everyone else responsible for continuity. The reason that I even bring this up is that when the sasquatch is stalking the rescue party and they think that it's following them they forget to check for the smell.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-114927620842266880?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/114927620842266880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/114927620842266880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2006/06/whats-that-smell.html' title='What&apos;s that smell?'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-114922779811887401</id><published>2006-06-02T00:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T00:56:38.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To sasquatch, or not sasquatch? That is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment --&gt;I watched the last 30-40 minutes of one of the most craptastic monster movies that I have seen in the last year. It was on the Sci-Fi channel. The movie was called &lt;em&gt;Abdominal&lt;/em&gt;. True, I only saw the ending but still just based on that little of the movie I can confidently say that it was horrible. Why you ask. Well, let me start with the overall appearance of the sasquatch. It just looked like a big extra hairy human with &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; bad teeth. I admit that I don't know what one of these creatures would look like if they really were to exist but I could bet money that it wouldn't look the way that it was depicted.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another thing is that the sasquatch was breaking into houses to get to the people inside and eat them. The problem that I see with that is that who's to say that sasquatches are blood thirsty man eaters? I have only read of two &lt;em&gt;claims&lt;/em&gt; of &lt;a href="http://www.bfro.net/gdb/show_FAQ.asp?id=659" target="_blank"&gt;attacks&lt;/a&gt; on humans by sasquatch-like creatures. Whether those actually were true or by sasquatches has yet to be confirmed, but I digress.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There was something that just didn't seem that it should have worked from what I saw. BTW I should warn you that I'll just give something away about the movie. The hero of the story, I didn't catch his name, put his station wagon in reverse to hit the sasquatch which subsequently pinned it to a tree. The hero took one of his shoes off and put it up against the gas peddle but there was no way that it could have stayed at least from the camera angle that the shot was shown from. That could just be me being a stickler.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There was another sasquatch movie immediately afterwards. This movie was imaginatively named &lt;em&gt;Sasquatch.&lt;/em&gt; I'll post on this one later when I get the chance.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-114922779811887401?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/114922779811887401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/114922779811887401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2006/06/to-sasquatch-or-not-sasquatch-that-is.html' title='To sasquatch, or not sasquatch? That is...'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-114911847966912432</id><published>2006-05-31T18:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T18:34:39.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How cloning really happens</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment --&gt; I find it a bit disconcerting how much a small animal can shed. I say this because I was sitting at my computer with my cat in my lap petting him. The amount of fur that he was shedding was almost enough to make another cat. Well the fur he was shedding tonight and the past few days could, at least in the amount of fur anyway. He's lucky I like cats otherwise I might be upset that he was shedding all over me. As it is I'm not exactly happy about it but not really horribly upset about it either.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-114911847966912432?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/114911847966912432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/114911847966912432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2006/05/how-cloning-really-happens.html' title='How cloning really happens'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-114878253634964606</id><published>2006-05-27T21:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T21:15:49.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Breaking News</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment --&gt;I realize that this a bit late but I am just now getting around to posting about it. Please bear with me on the lateness of the posting, also please forgive me. I only caught the tail end of the President's speech on Monday of last week, the one on illegal aliens and the guest worker program, etc. However as soon as I heard him mention the guest worker program I knew right then and there that he was taking the wring course of action and not being firm enough. What he probably needed/needs to do was/is to have all of the illegals kicked out of the country and if they want to return as &lt;em&gt;legal&lt;/em&gt; immigrants well they should wait their turn like any law abiding person should, citizen of that country or not. That's the least of what President Bush should do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will he actually do that? No, he'll not even come close to that I can almost promise it. Why am I so certain of this? Well, think about it for a minute. He went to war with Iraq at the wrong time, and now this. Of course, I'm sure there have been other things in between the start of the war in Iraq and Bush's "meaningful punishments." I'm just not going to get into them. My point is that he hasn't quite handled things exactly the way that he really should have. I'm not saying that I think Bush is a total screw up but rather not managing things as well as he could have.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't consider myself an expert of politics so if my analysis of the situation seems a tad off or shallow, thats why. Questions? Comments? Than go for it, leave it/them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-114878253634964606?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/114878253634964606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/114878253634964606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2006/05/late-breaking-news.html' title='Late Breaking News'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-114878097848927290</id><published>2006-05-27T20:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T21:25:55.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shameless promotion</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;As of last month I have started a blog that I share with another blogger. It's titled &lt;a href="http://bugsquashers.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Two Guys, a Blog, and a Mental Condition&lt;/a&gt;. Don't ask me why we named it that, all I can say is that it was late and we were in a weird mood. While I'm in the promoting mood why don't I point you in the direction of the personal &lt;a href="http://itusedtobe.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; of the friend that I share the blog mentioned above with.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So drop by those blogs and remember comments are &lt;u&gt;always&lt;/u&gt; welcome, whether here or there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-114878097848927290?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/114878097848927290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/114878097848927290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2006/05/shameless-promotion.html' title='Shameless promotion'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-114876976304494395</id><published>2006-05-27T17:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T17:42:43.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Redundent Redundency?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I recently saw a commercial for an area pub &amp;amp; grill. This left me a little confused since that pretty much seems redundent, to me at least. The reason is that I have almost always been under the impression that a person could order food at a pub. So based solely on that assumption the owners of this establishment shouldn't have to tout it as both. I could be entirely incorrect in my assumption, if so please correct me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-114876976304494395?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/114876976304494395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/114876976304494395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2006/05/redundent-redundency.html' title='Redundent Redundency?'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-114813616880705199</id><published>2006-05-20T09:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T09:42:48.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Armor of Hardrock"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;For some reason I keep remembering an anime show that I watched when I first started watching anime. The show, &lt;a href="http://absoluteanime.com/ronin_warriors/index.htm" target="_blank"&gt;Ronnin Warriors&lt;/a&gt;. I really enjoyed it when it was aired on Toonami a few years back. Yeah, I realize that I likely come across as either really lame or really weird for claiming to enjoy an animated show. I'm not even sure exactly I enjoyed the show except for the fact that it seemed, to me, to be relatively well written and pretty interesting plotwise. Don't worry about pointing out to me my level of nerdness since I already have a good idea of where it lies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-114813616880705199?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/114813616880705199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/114813616880705199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2006/05/armor-of-hardrock.html' title='&quot;Armor of Hardrock&quot;'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-114732334675322824</id><published>2006-05-10T23:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T23:55:46.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not sure about this one</title><content type='html'>I just tried Coca-Cola's new "energy" drink, Vault. I don't see what's so special about it. The reason is because it tastes almost exactly like what I remember Surge tasted like. I think it's a bit funny that Surge was pulled off the market because it supposedly had too much caffine but a few year later a new drink that's an "energy" drink that tastes almost exactly like it is released, go figure.

It could just be coincidence but I'm not sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-114732334675322824?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/114732334675322824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/114732334675322824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2006/05/not-sure-about-this-one.html' title='Not sure about this one'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-114723591514241473</id><published>2006-05-09T23:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T23:41:14.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"It's only good for two things cleaning engines and..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment --&gt;Oh, it was great. At dinner tonight I was going for a refill of peach tea and I smelt that coffee had just been brewed. I'm not talking about the cafeteria's typical mediocre brew either. I'm talking they had brewed the wonderfully strong stuff. As soon as I smelled it I forget the peach tea. I &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; regreted that I didn't get the refill but a nice strong cup of coffee will almost always win out over a cup of peach tea; no matter how good the peach tea is.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-114723591514241473?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/114723591514241473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/114723591514241473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-only-good-for-two-things-cleaning.html' title='&quot;It&apos;s only good for two things cleaning engines and...&quot;'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-114723538419150833</id><published>2006-05-09T23:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T15:57:42.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>""No, I'm not going without an Oompa Loompa song!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I have recently come to the realization how much I've been effected by "Willy Wonka &amp;amp; the Chocolate Factory." I say this because I'll catch myself humming songs from it, for now apparent reason at all. Not that I mind, it just seems interesting. The most common one is the Oompa Loompa song.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I really find great amusment from this whole "ordeal." Why? Simply because I find the movie to be an entertaining movie. That and I've seen the movie so many times that I've grown to almost love it. Emphesis on &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-114723538419150833?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/114723538419150833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/114723538419150833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2006/05/no-im-not-going-with-out-oompa-loompa.html' title='&quot;&quot;No, I&apos;m not going without an Oompa Loompa song!'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-114706273271201309</id><published>2006-05-07T23:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T23:32:12.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truth is Out There...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Over dinner the other day some friends were discussing the whole conspiracy of the moon landing being filmed in a studio. One of them said that eventually the government would make a full disclosure of the incident. So I ended up telling the one that if the government had filmed the landing in a studio somewhere my friend was being extremely niave for believing that the government would ever make a full disclosure about the incident. Just about the only reason that I can see that the government would come clean about the situation, if they did film the moon landing as the cospiracy therory states, is if they were forced to but only possibly to cover up for something else. They however would likely spin it in their favour.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I however don't believe that the government did fake the moon landing. I mean really, why bother? I know many of the theories but they almost seem comical. I don't mean to say that the moon landing couldn't have been a hoax but I don't see much point to it. I also am not saying that the government isn't covering anything up either. I'm too much of an X-Files fan to not believe that the government isn't covering something up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-114706273271201309?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/114706273271201309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/114706273271201309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2006/05/truth-is-out-there.html' title='The Truth is Out There...'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-114671937249758324</id><published>2006-05-04T00:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T22:46:34.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"...He still doesn't realize he's a horse."</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A friend recently introduced me to a flavour of potato chips that I never knew existed until than. Steak and worchteshire sauce, very interesting I might add. It may or may not sound good at first but it really is a good flavour. Yes, for those of you who are thinking it I do have a some what odd taste in food. With liking wasabi peas and now the steak and worchteshire sauce potato chips, you may be wondering what I'll add next. I have been introduced to foods that, in my opinion, are weirder. For example ginger beer, my roommate introduced me to ginger beer (non-alchoholic). I think that it's definately an aqcuired taste. Don't get me wrong it isn't horrible but isn't quite for those who are neophobic. The reason is that it has a fairly strong honey flavour mixed with a ginger flavour. The honey taste caught me off guard but the ginger I expected.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-114671937249758324?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/114671937249758324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/114671937249758324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2006/05/he-still-doesnt-realize-hes-horse.html' title='&quot;...He still doesn&apos;t realize he&apos;s a horse.&quot;'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-114654926744967498</id><published>2006-05-02T00:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T00:54:27.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"You're Friendly Fired"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I was taking a break earler tonight and played a PS2 game with some friends. It was crazy, one of my friends who was on my team was getting kind of mad for very little reason. I can understand where he was coming from but he really needed to chill out. Friendly fire was on, which was part of the problem. The way I see it that sort of thing will likely happen in a fight in real life. Since it does, my friend just needs to chill out in my opinion. No, I wasn't trying to attack him but:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A) I was still getting the hang of the game,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;B) He got in the way and I accidently hit him&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ultimately, he played and complained for most of the game about that and "double teaming." While I was thinking that he should stop crying.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-114654926744967498?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/114654926744967498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/114654926744967498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2006/05/youre-friendly-fired.html' title='&quot;You&apos;re Friendly Fired&quot;'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-114616639307651176</id><published>2006-04-27T14:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T14:33:13.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Computers for Dumb Dumbs"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;In my computer class we have started going over the basic requirments that the school has put on for the class. I was looking at the book just so that I could fill out the vocab sheet and was shocked at how much of the stuff was very simple. I almost think that the book was written for people who have absolutely zero knowledge of computers. The book should be titled &lt;em&gt;Computers for Dumb Dumbs&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, I realize that there are those who aren't as familiar with computers as some. If they are non-trads, non-traditional student, who never had to deal with computers than I might be able to understand. But the book &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; covers the basics. For example: output device, input device, bug, and so on. If someone doesn't know those things they should take a seperate class.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-114616639307651176?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/114616639307651176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/114616639307651176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2006/04/computers-for-dumb-dumbs.html' title='&quot;Computers for Dumb Dumbs&quot;'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-114606751695286658</id><published>2006-04-26T11:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T00:35:53.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Quickly Approaching Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Thankfully school is about out for the year. This means that I get to a reprive from writing papers for a few months. I also don't &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; to wake up too early for the foreseeable future, among other things. What this does mean though is that I have to try and find a summer job. That isn't all that bad of an idea since I do need the money. It'd also give me something to do with my time other than watching tv, reading and wasting time online.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-114606751695286658?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/114606751695286658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/114606751695286658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2006/04/quick-approaching-summer.html' title='The Quickly Approaching Summer'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-114567859117668992</id><published>2006-04-21T23:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T23:05:07.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Of fate and hot sauce</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I will readily admit my fondness for spicey foods. Some(most) of my friends however don't seem to understand my appreciation this type of food. I've started to get comments whenever I've eaten pizza and put hot sauce on it. The comments have all pretty much to the effect of how the pizza was ruined because of the hot sauce or how the thought of hot sauce on pizza was disgusting. The whole time I was thinking something to the degree of "Hey, if you can't stand hot sauce, stick to ketchup and I won't openly mock you for that. &lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 0.75em; FONT-FAMILY:"&gt;Too much." ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY:"&gt;I may not put hot sauce on pizza if the pizza were any good. Well, ok maybe I would simpely because it's that good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-114567859117668992?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/114567859117668992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/114567859117668992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2006/04/of-fate-and-hot-sauce.html' title='Of fate and hot sauce'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-114524691276266790</id><published>2006-04-16T23:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T23:08:32.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dangerous Computer Users?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I don't get the point of why some people have anti-spyware progams on their computers but &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; update it. I was a friends place this evening and I was bored. So what did I do when I notice that she had an anti-spyware program on her computer? I checked to see how out of date it was. Um, yeah it was at least a year out of date. I only managed to get it updated part way since some friends and I who were there ended up playing a game of spades. I honestly don't even want to know how out of date her virus scanning program was out of date.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think that these types of people should not be allowed to get on the internet or at least on unsupervised. I only say that since they're putting the rest of us at higher risk.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-114524691276266790?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/114524691276266790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/114524691276266790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2006/04/dangerous-computer-users.html' title='Dangerous Computer Users?'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-114503037369914064</id><published>2006-04-14T10:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T10:59:33.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boycottation of Country Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I think that I should state for the record that I'm not a fan of country music as a whole, I'm quite the opposite. But every once and a while a song catches my attention. I heard a Rascal Flatts song the other day, by accident, and was basically surprised that it sounded scarcely more than a pop song with a country twang. It could just be me but something is not quite right with the world when country infects an already diseased form of music. I don't have a problem with some of the older country stuff but the newer stuff just seems like pure drivel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you like country than please don't take this as a personal attack. I just really don't like country.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-114503037369914064?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/114503037369914064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/114503037369914064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2006/04/boycottation-of-country-music.html' title='Boycottation of Country Music'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-114471173210255052</id><published>2006-04-10T18:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T18:28:52.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Very, very interesting</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So it turns out that Coca-Cola has a relatively new &lt;a href="http://www2.coca-cola.com/presscenter/nr_20051207_corporate_blak.html" target="_blank"&gt;drink&lt;/a&gt; that is part coffee and part soda. I haven't personally tried it or really heard anything about it so don't really know anything about it. The only reason I know about is that my roommate has an empty bottle on his desk. I don't know if it's worth shelling out $X.xx for it but it sounds interesting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-114471173210255052?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/114471173210255052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/114471173210255052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2006/04/very-very-interesting.html' title='Very, very interesting'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-114462319526716167</id><published>2006-04-09T17:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T17:53:15.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"I don't get it."</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I know that I've complained about having to deal with stupid people before but I just experienced something tonight at dinner that just left me a little stunned. While eating dinner with some friends in the cafeteria this almost stereotypical blonde, the type the jokes are based on, sits down. The way that I know that she's a stereotypical blonde, besides the fact that she just comes across that way, is that a freind was telling a joke and she didn't get it. It wouldn't have been so bad if she had gotten it the first time the joke was explained. The joke had to be explained at least three different ways.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I always thought that the jokes didn't have much basis in reality but this individual &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; makes me wonder.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-114462319526716167?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/114462319526716167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/114462319526716167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-dont-get-it.html' title='&quot;I don&apos;t get it.&quot;'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-114426727168984095</id><published>2006-04-05T14:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T07:07:00.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Born in East L.A.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I'm not really sure how to fix the problem of illegal immegration. I do think that there needs to be far stricter policy in place and actually have it/them enforced on a regular basis. If you want to read some intesting ideas on how to deal with the problem go to &lt;a href="http://www.thirdworldcounty.us/?p=1970" target="_blank"&gt;Thid World County&lt;/a&gt;. If they were implanted they may do better than the current policy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-114426727168984095?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/114426727168984095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/114426727168984095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2006/04/born-in-east-la.html' title='Born in East L.A.'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-114418008835090425</id><published>2006-04-04T14:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T14:48:08.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Location undetermined</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Ok, this just shows how out of touch I am. I stopped by &lt;a href="http://truthlaidbear.com/index.php" target="_blank"&gt;The Truth Laid Bear&lt;/a&gt; a few minutes ago and found out that bloggers can create an account, "claim and directly edit the URLs associated with it." The reason that I say that I'm out of touch is that this little feature seems to have gone into effect the sixteenth of last month. I think that this may come in handy but time may only tell.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-114418008835090425?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/114418008835090425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/114418008835090425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2006/04/location-undetermined.html' title='Location undetermined'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-114407234363453013</id><published>2006-04-03T08:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T08:52:23.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ron Burundy is an elf?</title><content type='html'>I don't understand the popularity of Will Farrell. I say this because many of my freinds really seem to love movies that he's in. For them anything that Will Farrell is in is pretty much comedic gold. In my opinion anything that he's in is basically crap. I think that a few of his jokes are amusing but over all he isn't at all funny. A freind, who isn't as rabid of a fan, once explained that may have had to do with ridiculas humor. I just basically think that my freinds who are fans of Will Farrill just don't have the best of taste.

If you have any insight as to the popularity of Will Farrill please leave a comment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-114407234363453013?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/114407234363453013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/114407234363453013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2006/04/ron-burundy-is-elf.html' title='Ron Burundy is an elf?'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-114350258336249516</id><published>2006-03-27T17:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T17:36:23.406-06:00</updated><title type='text'>...by selling magazine subscriptions</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment --&gt; In the last few weeks a friend of mine has been receiving magazines that he doesn't want. I'm not talking about anything indecent or the like but things like parenting, decorating, and fitness magazines. It's incredibly funny. The fact that he doesn't think that it is makes it all the more so in my opinion. I'm not entirely sure why he's getting them even though I think he explained to me. An odd thing is that he canceled any subscription that he had after he started getting them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-114350258336249516?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/114350258336249516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/114350258336249516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2006/03/by-selling-magazine-subscriptions.html' title='...by selling magazine subscriptions'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-114262032223482092</id><published>2006-03-17T12:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T12:32:02.273-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sensory Overload</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;What is it with people and their nonsensical traditions? Today is St. Patrick's Day and I refuse to observe it. The reason being is because I don't want to be coerced into wearing green on a specific day by threats of pinching. Don't get me wrong I'm not trying to dishonour St. Patrick or anything like that, it's just a stupid tradition. I've only had one person all day try to pinch me, which broke my record of not being piched on St. Patrick's Day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-114262032223482092?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/114262032223482092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/114262032223482092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2006/03/sensory-overload.html' title='Sensory Overload'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-114176814502666158</id><published>2006-03-07T15:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T00:47:31.046-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Operation Bar Press</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;On some level I'm surprised that some people don't change their behaviour. I say this because I hear them talking about how they speed and keep getting tickets for doing so. I almost always want to say "If you don't want tickets don't speed, you idiot." Or I hear how they, sometimes same people, get into accidents. It seems obvious to me that if they don't want their insurence to go up, that they should actually learn to drive. If they actually do so this type of stuff won't always be happening to them. Will they ever make the connection, if they haven't already? I don't know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, if I were to agree with &lt;a href="http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/aso/databank/entries/bhskin.html" target="_blank"&gt;B.F. Skinner&lt;/a&gt;, who, I believe, didn't think that punishment actually worked in the long run, than this type of behaviour shouldn't surprise me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-114176814502666158?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/114176814502666158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/114176814502666158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2006/03/operation-bar-press.html' title='Operation Bar Press'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-114176616710095290</id><published>2006-03-07T15:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T15:51:26.736-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Um...Ok</title><content type='html'>Today, while I and everyone else in my first class of the day were waiting for class to start, there was an interesting conversation taking place. It was whether or not breast feeding babies was a good practice to hold. There's nothing wrong with that discussion but since it's a small class there was almost no way to miss hearing what's said. The only reason I'm posting this is because there was this one younger woman who was adamently against the practice. I'm glad that I didn't say it but I thought of saying while pointing at her chest "What do you think those are for, decoration?" If I had said that I'm sure that I might have gotten in so much trouble with her. The only reason that I can think that the subject of breast feeding even came up is that I &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; that one of the women in the class is pregnat.



Normally, I try to mind my own bussiness and not to be too forceful with my opinion. At least when dealing with people who don't know me well enough to take it the wrong way. But in my opinion if babies, of any species, weren't meant to be breast feed to at least some degree than why do the female members of the species have the capability to breast feed their children?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-114176616710095290?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/114176616710095290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/114176616710095290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2006/03/umok.html' title='Um...Ok'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-114162040316667927</id><published>2006-03-05T22:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T22:46:43.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The award goes to...Dumpus the flying rubix cube</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I guess the Oscars were tonight. I honestly wouldn't have known if my roommate hadn't just asked me about them a couple minutes ago. This is a concept I can't really get behind, airing award shows. I mean seriously why should anyone really care enough to waste their time watching these things? They're long, boring and take up regularly scheduled shows that I probbly wouldn't watch anyway. Well, I guess that I shouldn't really complain since I don't really watch all that much on whatever station(s) that award shows are aired on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-114162040316667927?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/114162040316667927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/114162040316667927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2006/03/award-goes-todumpus-flying-rubix-cube.html' title='The award goes to...Dumpus the flying rubix cube'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-114135680995279810</id><published>2006-03-02T18:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T21:35:42.616-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tish You</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Just when I thought that I had avoided getting sick, I started feeling sick yesterday. I feel really kind of crappy today. I don't know why I avoided getting sick until now. I say that because something's been going around for the last few weeks. It almost seems as if a lot of people from my classes have either skipped because of sickness or came to class sick. These people sat right next to me which is partially why I'm surpised that I didn't get sick sooner. That's not to say that I won't be happy when whatever this is is gone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-114135680995279810?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/114135680995279810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/114135680995279810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2006/03/tish-you.html' title='Tish You'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-114071468888180774</id><published>2006-02-23T11:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T11:11:28.946-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Smelly Cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I hate the smell of formaldehyde. This isn't something that I've just realized, I've known this little fact since high school. The reason that this comes up is because in my anatomy lab we started the disection process today. Yep, we started by skinning the cat today. Even after washing my hands and arms up to my elbows I still can't get the smell off. The smell is the worst on my hands for obvious reasons. My hands have this really disgusting latex/formaldehyde smell emitting off of them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-114071468888180774?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/114071468888180774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/114071468888180774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2006/02/smelly-cat.html' title='Smelly Cat'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-114041342791759353</id><published>2006-02-19T23:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T18:42:37.183-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag you're it, no tag backs</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Here I was minding my own business when I visited Diane's Stuff to find out that I'd been &lt;a href="http://www.dianesstuff.com/?p=450#comments" target="_blank"&gt;tagged&lt;/a&gt;. So here goes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;List seven songs that you are listening to right now. Now matter the genre, whether they have words or even if they are any good, but they must be songs you're really enjoying right now. Post these instructions with your seven songs. Then tag seven people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1) "A New Escape" Phathom&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2) "Fake Tales of San Francisco" Artic Monkeys&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3) "Monsters" Matchbook Romance&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4) "Don't Stand Up" This Holiday Life&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;5) "Aye Julian" Meriwether&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*6) "Ugly" Kwench&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*7) "Bull Takes Fighter" Stavesacre&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I honestly don't have seven people to tag that haven't already done this little game. So if you're stumbling over this post; pick it up, dust it off and put it where it belongs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 0.9em"&gt;*In accordance to the rules I added two more songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-114041342791759353?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/114041342791759353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/114041342791759353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2006/02/tag-youre-it-no-tag-backs.html' title='Tag you&apos;re it, no tag backs'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-114024543788106767</id><published>2006-02-18T00:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T00:50:37.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Brothers Weird are not scared</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I watched &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0355295/" target="_blank"&gt;The Brothers Grimm&lt;/a&gt; not having anything higher than moderate expectations for it. It had a few moments when it was funny but the movie was blah as a whole. It had moments that were slightly weird. One of my friends left early claiming that it was too weird for him but I however think that I for the most part must have become slightly desensitized to weirdness. Either that or this freind of mine is hypersensetive to weirdness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-114024543788106767?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/114024543788106767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/114024543788106767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2006/02/brothers-weird-are-not-scared.html' title='The Brothers Weird are not scared'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-114021313012942921</id><published>2006-02-17T15:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T23:37:01.630-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Safety</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;In today's issue of the school newspaper there was an article about how more security cameras are going to be installed in the near future. In the paper there is always a section where they ask random students about an issue that was written about in that weeks paper. This week it was about the security cameras. One of the comments was so stupid, ok maybe not stupid but excedingly ignorant as to border on idiotic. The comment, and you know I'm qouting, was "I don't think they should put cameras on campus. There isn't even crime on campus or in Dumpusville. They are just wasting our money." I for obviouse reasons changed the name of the town.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I admit that Dumpusville,USA doesn't have as much crime as any of the larger cities but to blatently say that it has absolutely no crime whatsoever is crazy. I know for a fact that there have been crimes commited on campus, not serious ones but crimes all the same. I know this because the annual release of the stats of the crimes commited over the course of the year was released within the last month. So to say that there have been no crimes commited on campus is even crazier. I'm not saying that my school is unsafe, as a matter of fact I'd go the other way and say that it is fairly safe. I feel as safe as I reasonably can.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In case you are wondering I haven't named my school in the year that I've been blogging and I don't plan on starting so don't ask me since I'm not going to name my school.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-114021313012942921?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/114021313012942921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/114021313012942921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2006/02/safety_17.html' title='Safety'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10954747.post-114018647922500332</id><published>2006-02-17T08:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T08:27:59.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Feel the rhythm, Feel the rhyme..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I for various reasons dislike the Olympics. One of the reasons is that they just flat out bore me and always have. I guess that the Olympics just seem like pointless competions to me. Oh, yeah I'm aware of the line that they supposedly foster a sense of good will between countries, but is that an empirically proven fact? Don't think for a second that I'm saying that the Olympics shouldn't be held, I'm just basically saying that &lt;del&gt;I dislike them&lt;/del&gt; I dislike watching them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10954747-114018647922500332?l=huh-what.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/114018647922500332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10954747/posts/default/114018647922500332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huh-what.blogspot.com/2006/02/feel-rhythm-feel-rhyme.html' title='&quot;Feel the rhythm, Feel the rhyme...&quot;'/><author><name>Richard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456347584156171469</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
