<?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-16882846</id><updated>2012-02-04T13:39:35.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randumb 101 In Session</title><subtitle type='html'>It's simple - I write and you read.  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&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;Fatty McFatty's Foody List of Fatty Cities has confirmed that Chicago, IL is the mecca of obesity in America. &amp;nbsp;After more studies from scientists with expensive degrees have verified, Chicago habitually takes already concocted foods and adds more calories, fat, and bad things to it. &amp;nbsp;Example 1 is the drunken food favorite - pizza. &amp;nbsp;Whereas the thinly crusted east coast delicacy was formulated and made into an easy, walk-as-you-eat dynamo, the Windy City took it one notch up and made it chunky. &amp;nbsp;Now, Chicago-style pizza is about 10 layers of a thin crust pizza with more bread, cheese, and inside goodness. &amp;nbsp;Instead of downing 2 to 3 slices of thin crust, a person just needs one slice of deep dish pizza to fall into comatose status. &amp;nbsp;Example 2 is the ball park signature must have - the hot dog. &amp;nbsp;When at one time, a man named Mr. Nathan created the solid style of the basic wiener and bun and even created a contest to see how many people can down it in 12 minutes, Chicago (again) takes it a notch up and inserts a sandwich spread on top of it. &amp;nbsp;The big no no for Chicago-style hot dogs is the addition of ketchup. &amp;nbsp;In a sarcastic tone of false fact, a Chicagoan stated, &amp;quot;No ketchup helps keep off that 2 to 3 calories that we just don't need.&amp;quot; &amp;nbsp;What he/she failed to acknowledge was that most ketchups have at least 20 calories to it. &amp;nbsp;However, we will note that the Chicago-style hot dog does involve the most vegetable collection compared to most other bar foods. &amp;nbsp;Imagine that....more than onion rings. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;Please stay tuned for our next opinionated article when we focus on Fatty McFatty's Foody List of What Else Can We Deep Fry??&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-3789571766707607005?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/3789571766707607005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=3789571766707607005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/3789571766707607005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/3789571766707607005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2009/07/chicago-is-fatty-mecca-no-way.html' title='Chicago is a Fatty Mecca - No Way!'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-1171865299377594940</id><published>2009-07-29T12:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T12:09:23.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alan Thicke is Nostradamus</title><content type='html'>For years now, NATO has been in a grudge match against the Taliban in Afghanistan.  Since before the inception of our new Commander-In-Chief, troops have been continuing this battle to overthrow their evil regime and wicked ways.  A statement of political and religious viewpoints turn black and white lines grey into moralistic values on how a society should be.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years ago, on November 3rd of 1978, the US NBC network introduced this travesty of a story regarding 2 orphaned African-American boys left by their mother to a wealthy, single Caucasian man.  Confusion and grudge put the two young gentlemen into a battle, not only internally but externally against this lavish lifestyle that no doubt questioned their street cred.  Sometimes, the only person they could go to was a red-headed housekeeper who knew how to "keep it real."  They called this Different Strokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following year, on August 24th of 1979, the US NBC network introduced another heart aching issue that spoke of over privileged young women left to lead a life of their own.  With parents who were either too busy, too rich, or not caring, these young girls were placed in a boarding school to go through pubescent years only to seek guidance in this same red-headed housekeeper.  This was named the Facts of Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew then that the wisdom of acknowledging that the world doesn't move to the beat of just one drum, but to a bunch of nations would be important words needed today.  How also did we know that by taking the good and the bad together, as one, we'd have the facts of life.  The facts of life?!?!  There was only one man behind the strength of this knowledge back then and HE IS ALAN THICKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alan Thicke was a seer of future issues metaphorically contrived in his brain as situational comedies.  As the author of these theme songs, he wrote down lyrics of what came to him naturally and to the optimism of continuing to dream and shine.  There are many dark days that arrive from clouds of explosion in Afghanistan, but to those people, no matter what they got, maybe not a lot, they just gotta say, "So what?"  They'll have theirs, we'll have ours, and even me personally, will have mine.  And together, all of this - this good vs. bad, religious viewpoints, and political standstills - we'll be fine!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, as our own troops may think that the world isn't living up to their dreams, they can learn that this whole thing is just the facts of life.  The facts of NATO, the facts of Bush, and the facts of Barack.  It takes a lot to get it right, when you're learning the facts of strife.  The facts of strife.  Learning the facts of strife.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is for you Jason Sever.   I knew you were the true seer....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-1171865299377594940?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/1171865299377594940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=1171865299377594940' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/1171865299377594940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/1171865299377594940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2009/07/alan-thicke-is-nostradamus.html' title='Alan Thicke is Nostradamus'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-467734309949959656</id><published>2009-06-22T12:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T12:56:39.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mind vomit</title><content type='html'> &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;I'm sick of sitting here and wishing that I were paid to come up with jokes. &amp;nbsp;I'm reading for the ba-jillionth time John Vorhaus's The Comic Toolbox. &amp;nbsp;There's a chapter in there that says something to the matter that we need to set-up these mini-celebrations in order to succeed. &amp;nbsp;In other words, the only way to accomplish a screenplay, sketch, or even a joke is to at least get one word down on paper. &amp;nbsp;It just has to start. &amp;nbsp;Editing and cleaning it up or making it funnier can all come later. &amp;nbsp;Right now, it's a matter of doing instead of waiting, wishing, or thinking. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;My problem isn't this. &amp;nbsp;I do this all the time in the form of freewrite, blogging, emailing to myself, and yes, chipping away at my screenwriting and sketch comedy. &amp;nbsp;What my problem is, is time! &amp;nbsp;I feel like I never have time and when I do have time, there's always something else that is priority. &amp;nbsp;Like family obligations, girlfriend obligations, or &amp;quot;inspiration&amp;quot; obligations (these are things that I should do in order to get inspired to write, i.e. go to the movies, watch a play, or act crazy around friends). &amp;nbsp;With my dayjob, time to eat, time to sleep, and just time to be in silence for at least a half hour in order to keep my sanity - I have no time to fine tune what I've written. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;And now that I'm writing this, I realize that really this is my complaining about not finishing something. &amp;nbsp;Instead of starting something new, how come I'm not going back to the same thing? &amp;nbsp;How come I'm not chipping away at the screenplay or sketch comedy till it's done? &amp;nbsp;My other problem is that I'm an idea freak of nature. &amp;nbsp;I sit and observe, then something happens when I start churning these thoughts into an idea. &amp;nbsp;The idea isn't fully developed, but it's a step in the right direction. &amp;nbsp;It has good premise, good promise, and good intentions in being something great. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;Yet again - as I'm writing this, I'm realizing...why the hell aren't you finishing that thought up?! &amp;nbsp;OR even further more - the time you took to write this, why didn't you just go back to something you've already written and made it better?? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;You know what - I'm just insane and need my mind to vomit out this jargon before I get my shiet straight. &amp;nbsp;Is it nap time yet?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-467734309949959656?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/467734309949959656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=467734309949959656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/467734309949959656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/467734309949959656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2009/06/mind-vomit.html' title='mind vomit'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-831642910509494277</id><published>2009-06-19T13:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T13:08:40.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>leaving 2 hours earlier</title><content type='html'> &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;what is with the last two hours of work that kills me?! &amp;nbsp;especially on Friday, especially when it's nice outside, especially when i just want to leave so badly! &amp;nbsp;let's play with this, shall we? &amp;nbsp;let's say i did leave early - what would i do? &amp;nbsp;probably take the train home, text my girlfriend and rub in the fact that i've left early, then when i get to my train station begin to walk home. &amp;nbsp;i'd probably stop at the grocery store to pick up something that we could eat for dinner and probably a bottle of vino. &amp;nbsp;on the way home, i'd probably get harassed by a bunch of kids who are now out of school and have nothing better to do than to loiter waiting for good working pedestrians to be loud around. &amp;nbsp;i'd get annoyed in trying to ignore them and finally get inside the house. &amp;nbsp;by the weather today, it's probably really humid inside the house and i'd open up the window for some fresh air. &amp;nbsp;we have new neighbors that are right across from our kitchen window. &amp;nbsp;i don't think they work, so they'd probably be loud and make it uncomfortable for me to just relax and watch t.v. &amp;nbsp;i'd go into our computer room, after pouring a glass of wine, and start doing my usual facebook and email shinanigans. &amp;nbsp;however, since my &amp;quot;second&amp;quot; job is media oriented, i'd probably start getting into doing a little bit of work by updating websites and trying to write. &amp;nbsp;most likely, i'll re-read what i've written, hate the way it sounds, hit delete or not save it. &amp;nbsp;then 10 minutes later after surfing on the web, will finally think of a new way to make that thing i've written sound better to only realize that i'd have to start all over again. &amp;nbsp;in pissy mood now, i think this would finally fill the extra 2 hours that i would have partaken if i were to leave right now. &amp;nbsp;i guess lounging around work and writing on my blog is sufficient enough instead. &amp;nbsp;i guess....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-831642910509494277?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/831642910509494277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=831642910509494277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/831642910509494277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/831642910509494277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2009/06/leaving-2-hours-earlier.html' title='leaving 2 hours earlier'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-8043989640797870612</id><published>2009-05-28T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T12:43:55.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stirring up that hot pot</title><content type='html'> &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;this is literally going to feed into my taste buds. &amp;nbsp;i wish i had a distinct opinion about food. &amp;nbsp;since i was a child, i've been fairly open to different kinds of food. &amp;nbsp;I'd like to believe that it stems from my filipino background. &amp;nbsp;However, as I've matured and even grown accustomed to new food flavors, I must say that I'm still indifferent from different degrees of awesome. &amp;nbsp;My opinion is either - I like it or I don't and most times, I do. &amp;nbsp;Even when others may not like it, I probably add something like ketchup or hot sauce, and find reason to still finish it up. &amp;nbsp;To some this may be great in terms of planning food for a party cause then anything works but to myself, or yes some others, distinct opinion of foods sometimes makes one come off as more worldly. &amp;nbsp;Yes - this worldly attitude can be delivered and displayed in a snobbish format, but that strength in knowing precisely what makes a certain food good or bad is super cool man. &amp;nbsp;It's like debonair. &amp;nbsp;Like James Bond and 'ish. &amp;nbsp;Like most other arts, food creation is the mixture of textures, flavors, colors, and preparation. &amp;nbsp;There's a hidden strategy to it, which is why Iron Chef rocks. &amp;nbsp;I don't think I'll be going to culinary school anytime soon, but this is something I'd like to work on as I get older. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;This includes wine! &amp;nbsp;Not all of it is suppose to taste the same!&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-8043989640797870612?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/8043989640797870612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=8043989640797870612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/8043989640797870612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/8043989640797870612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2009/05/stirring-up-that-hot-pot.html' title='stirring up that hot pot'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-1108978477371905901</id><published>2009-05-20T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T08:27:25.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing thru it!</title><content type='html'> &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;I think it's necessary to start scratching a particular itch I have. &amp;nbsp;I always have these random arse ideas of putting a show up on stage, but with so many projects on my plate, I rarely find time to hide and write. &amp;nbsp;I also feel that sometimes I need to upkeep with friends and family. &amp;nbsp;Haven't been very good with friends (which I always feel guilty for and hate knowing this) but family is always close to me (I'm just bad at uploading digital pics that I take). &amp;nbsp;With certain projects winding down and me trying to get my writing routine back into a higher platform, I think it's time to start jiving on a sketch comedy show. &amp;nbsp;Crazy, I know, I know! &amp;nbsp;But no insanity in the world makes for a bunch of robots. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;What will my show be about? &amp;nbsp;I have no clue....I've been trying to think of a common theme amongst the sketches that I've written, but find nothing. &amp;nbsp;I'm also having an interesting time with writing up new sketches. &amp;nbsp;My mind hasn't thought of sketch since recently due to an inquiry from a student doing a short film. &amp;nbsp;I wrote a sketch for him and wrote the basics of it within a day, then went through a rewrite and came up with an above average sketch. &amp;nbsp;Can I continue that wave of sketch writing? &amp;nbsp;I'd like to, but I'm in desperate need of a seed of an idea to grow upon. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;I hate this! &amp;nbsp;It's not writer's block it's more like internal perfection for what may or may not be great. &amp;nbsp;Then I always think of &amp;quot;what do you want to say to the world?&amp;quot; &amp;nbsp;Because in gist, these sketches/screenplays/essays/etc.etc. are really my voice in trying to get a message across. &amp;nbsp;So - what the hell do I want to say??? &amp;nbsp;I'm not sure actually....this wishy washy feeling is killing me. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;A couple of weeks ago, I listened to a Creative Screenwriter's podcast of Charlie Kauffman (Eternal Sunshine, Being John Malkovich, etc.) and the dude asked him what he did in preparation of writing (or maybe it was a question of writer's block or rewriting) - anyhoo, Kauffman said that he did a lot of sitting around and thinking before writing. &amp;nbsp;Maybe this is what I'm doing....or at least I'd like to believe....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-1108978477371905901?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/1108978477371905901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=1108978477371905901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/1108978477371905901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/1108978477371905901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2009/05/writing-thru-it.html' title='Writing thru it!'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-2585540969147664277</id><published>2009-05-19T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T08:08:09.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my bad, blogger</title><content type='html'> &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;I must begin to write on this thing on a more consistent basis. &amp;nbsp;What's amazing to me is that I'm still writing, but I'm writing in my notebook of randomocity and in my screenplay notebook and thru creative emails. &amp;nbsp;My mind tells me to keep writing and I advise other writers to &amp;quot;keep writing!&amp;quot; but I get lazy, I get restless, and make excuses. &amp;nbsp;Writers must remember that writing is an exercise that must be upkept or else we fall victim to losing the power behind words. &amp;nbsp;I love writing and find it to really be my lifelong passion. &amp;nbsp;Sometimes I feel like I should apologize to it for letting it lie dormant or ignoring it or cheating on it with other artforms, BUT small entries like this can keep me more sane. &amp;nbsp;I have to remember this! &amp;nbsp;This post is an exercise of what should be the beginning of more. &amp;nbsp;2 words: &amp;nbsp;honesty and yes.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-2585540969147664277?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/2585540969147664277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=2585540969147664277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/2585540969147664277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/2585540969147664277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-bad-blogger.html' title='my bad, blogger'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-6607038878792100369</id><published>2008-12-15T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T14:05:28.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a day for a daybreak</title><content type='html'> &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;it's frigid outside. &amp;nbsp;and i'm not talking &amp;quot;ooh, that's cold&amp;quot;, i'm talkin &amp;quot;dang....the balls just headed up north!&amp;quot; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;christmas is around the corner and i haven't completed the severe task of purchasing christmas presents. &amp;nbsp;i'm usually pretty good with this in past years, but for some reason this year has been difficult. &amp;nbsp;don't get me wrong - the internet makes it so frickin easy for any fat man to sit on his couch, surf the web and buy stuff online. &amp;nbsp;but i think for me, it's been the hunt to find the &amp;quot;right&amp;quot; present. &amp;nbsp;unlike most &amp;quot;dudes,&amp;quot; i put an overwhelming amount of thought into my present picking. &amp;nbsp;i think this saves on cost for me, because if you think about it - me buying a person that loves to cook a brand new, state of the art cuisinart spatula (for example), would probably be better than some expensive macy's hand towels or lovey dovey flower smelling hand soap. &amp;nbsp;ya catch my thinking? &amp;nbsp;it really is the thought that counts. &amp;nbsp;not the thought of me thinking of just giving you a present, but the thought of me actually putting thought into what i should be giving you. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;it shows that i actually do 'know' you and i actually give a daym about what you think is cool. &amp;nbsp;and that, my friends, is what's cool during christmas. &amp;nbsp;it's a good time to test who actually knows you, vs. who just wants to be close to you for when you win the lotto. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;tangent - when did it become professional unacceptable to randomly sing during work? &amp;nbsp;i thought offices always liked when employees kept a positive attitude and displayed good energy. &amp;nbsp;playing music and random singing has always been an emotionally associated action. &amp;nbsp;i can't really sing well, but to the people that really know me - i'm like this jukebox that can stay on random play for hours. &amp;nbsp;i just let it out. &amp;nbsp;it's funny cause it's completely random. &amp;nbsp;my head is always full of songs throughout the day and sometimes, i just wanna sing. &amp;nbsp;my girlfriend can vouche for the entertainment that i provide through the bathroom door during showers. &amp;nbsp;there's no theme, but i wish i knew more words to more songs. &amp;nbsp;yeah, yeah - i'm guilty of being that guy that only knows the refrain/chorus to songs. &amp;nbsp;but amazingly, if i'm on top of my game, i can pinpoint song names and the person/band that sings in within two or three notes into the song. &amp;nbsp;i swear this! &amp;nbsp;just something i picked up along the way. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="sans-serif"&gt;okay....i'm done killing time now. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-6607038878792100369?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/6607038878792100369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=6607038878792100369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/6607038878792100369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/6607038878792100369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-day-for-daybreak.html' title='what a day for a daybreak'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-88018307937421749</id><published>2008-11-09T21:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T21:52:34.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>unload mental stability</title><content type='html'>i hate late sunday nights.  maybe because work doesn't justify the creativity that urges out of my mind.  from that, i don't have the necessary practice of my true love of an art.  'creative writing' is beautiful.  not to sound like a mr. sensitive type, but it's very endearing and completely moving to take words (of any language) and move them into positions that can conjure up the feelings of man.  with the mighty pen and marks of truth, i can make people cry, laugh, and simply think.  however, my occupation doesn't take advantage of that want that i have to unload that truth.  everything i write i work is uniform, justified, and support by cold facts where no room for imagination can play.  i've always thought writing as an art was like answering an open ended question that can only be graded as pass or fail with the teaching being the audience member who reads.  however, my job has taught me that writing can also be a mathematical equation where there is a right and a wrong that is formed by the correct terminology inserted in the correct spots otherwise the incorrect positioning can create the serious consequences when trying to pass as true.  heavy thought - i know, but that absence of creativity and only practicing the mathematical equation makes for complete boredom.  yeah - it's my personal opinion, but i dig it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sunday nights make me ponder this as i need to retreat to bed early enough to carry on the life of an "adult."  can you believe that being an "adult" can be stereotypical?  it's true.  being an adult means drinking coffee in the morning, dressing in "work clothes" (otherwise known as 'business' or 'business casual' attire - gimmie a break....), speaking in proper etiquette terminology with words that contain more than 2 syllables, asking people "how's it going?" and answering back with "fine" without even thinking it, and continuing that cliche saying of this "grind" to "pay the bills" and making "another day another dollar" - BLA!  that's an adult!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, sometimes i do like being the 'adult' rather than being a kid or a "teenager."  YES - did think i wouldn't speak of the other end of the spectrum by saying that being a 'teenager' can be stereotyped as well?  well it can and it's actually of innocent magnitude.  as an adult, we tend to forget how that teenager that we once were was innocent meaning he/she didn't know better.  although very guilty of bad things, it's always just a trying time to figure out 'what the fuck is going on?'  or in their language - "wtf?"  so being a teenager means not having a true grasp of your feelings and having these urges that need to be embellished and spoken out, the need to either fit in or to completely stay away from everyone, the misunderstanding of parental units or authoritative figures and the cool of rebelling!, and also just the lingo to whatever is hip.  the one thing that i miss about being a teenager the most is being indulged in music ALL the time.  not that i can't do it now, but it actually does take time to pick up new sounds and listen to new bands or try to find new music.  i just don't have the time, which is another thing that can get chaulked up under being an 'adult.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't forget that these are stereotypes of these age affiliated words.  anyone can be anything and act in anyway, but this is how society sees these people.  if that person doesn't act correct to their age, then people always have to demeanor their true opinion of the person according to the situation at hand.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's your long awaited, new random lesson....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-88018307937421749?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/88018307937421749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=88018307937421749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/88018307937421749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/88018307937421749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2008/11/unload-mental-stability.html' title='unload mental stability'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-1263231278353834919</id><published>2008-04-28T09:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T09:39:37.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>good golly miss molly</title><content type='html'>You know I couldn&amp;#39;t stay away for a whole year!!  I apologize to the&lt;br&gt;blogger-stalker nation for not dropping current knowledge of my mind leaks.&lt;br&gt;It&amp;#39;s been a busy bee couple of months and freedom felt like a non-existant&lt;br&gt;oasis.  However - I&amp;#39;ve finally got a handle of the different foods on my&lt;br&gt;plate to be able to now share some thoughts that have been tickling my mind&lt;br&gt;of recent.  I hope you enjoy reading forward and as an incentive bonus,&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;ll also be sharing a bit of knowledge regarding an on-line film&lt;br&gt;competition that my documentary is part of.  WOOOO HOOOO!!!&lt;p&gt;random go:&lt;p&gt;-would it be wierd if &amp;quot;a guy&amp;quot; said to another &amp;quot;guy&amp;quot; in the bathroom, while&lt;br&gt;releasing toxins at the urinals - &amp;quot;wow man - i smell some good poopin.  you&lt;br&gt;smell that?&amp;quot;  I think we would relinquish any form of taboo or awkward&lt;br&gt;feeling if we finally admitted that our bodies release smelly gases and&lt;br&gt;human body waste.  I mean - let&amp;#39;s grow up for a second! - I try to stay&lt;br&gt;away from the blue humor, but isn&amp;#39;t it natural that we do these things??&lt;br&gt;So why can&amp;#39;t we talk about it?  Same thing about sex, but that&amp;#39;s for&lt;br&gt;another blog post.&lt;p&gt;-i&amp;#39;ve been reading up on this thing called &amp;quot;metaverse.&amp;quot;  The term is&lt;br&gt;basically the upcoming digitized universe where interaction takes place&lt;br&gt;online through created avatars and digitzed versions of people.  Can we&lt;br&gt;make it anymore easier for our children to not interact with real life?!?!&lt;br&gt;And we complain about how we&amp;#39;ve become a heavier nation!  It&amp;#39;s because of&lt;br&gt;things like this that kids don&amp;#39;t know how to talk in front of people, get&lt;br&gt;shy, sit in front of computer screens all day, ruin their eyes, and get&lt;br&gt;their wrist bones all sorts of hurtin.  Don&amp;#39;t get me wrong - I do see the&lt;br&gt;upside to ideas like this and do applaud how technology just advanced again&lt;br&gt;5 seconds ago and just did it again right now (and again, right now).  But&lt;br&gt;I think we need to control how things like this get exposed and/or make it&lt;br&gt;less easy for younger generations to advance at a quicker pace.  I&amp;#39;ve&lt;br&gt;always felt that the better workers in society are the ones that have&lt;br&gt;actually gotten their hands dirty and gone through the nity grity&lt;br&gt;experience that was needed to get conquered for advancement.&lt;p&gt;Now that i&amp;#39;ve gotten your fists pumping with social power and bringing back&lt;br&gt;the old school, i&amp;#39;m going to hurt your heart by saying that this metaverse&lt;br&gt;is pretty strong.  it may be coming sooner than people think and i do&lt;br&gt;advice on preparation.  therefore - start by drawing a picture of yourself&lt;br&gt;and only communicate to other people by using it like a puppet.  it will be&lt;br&gt;one step closer to how it may be in 10 more years.&lt;p&gt;-i&amp;#39;m sore from moving yesterday.  that&amp;#39;s all - i&amp;#39;m just hurt.&lt;p&gt;be well, my kiddies!  and tell your friends that they&amp;#39;re the coolest and&lt;br&gt;tell your family (well - the ones you like) that they rock cause something&lt;br&gt;people just need to hear that stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-1263231278353834919?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/1263231278353834919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=1263231278353834919' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/1263231278353834919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/1263231278353834919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2008/04/good-golly-miss-molly.html' title='good golly miss molly'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-3386490876375121971</id><published>2008-01-11T07:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T07:43:05.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i sing the song of random</title><content type='html'>ya know - I have not written positive affirmation on this thing as of the&lt;br&gt;new year.  so today&amp;#39;s blog posting will be dedicated to quick and quirky&lt;br&gt;random jive from sir blab-o-lot!  enjoy it (in your face!)!&lt;p&gt;--what&amp;#39;s the deal with swiss bank accounts?  i think even when i was a kid,&lt;br&gt;it was a joke on prime time television sitcoms to have a &amp;#39;swiss bank&lt;br&gt;account.&amp;#39;  is it because since they&amp;#39;re neutral on war, that they&amp;#39;re money&lt;br&gt;growth per capita is greater than the now powerful euro?  is chocolate&lt;br&gt;really THAT valuable that if you invest in their bank you not only get&lt;br&gt;great interest rate, but bonus box of chocolates (even WITH the map of&lt;br&gt;what&amp;#39;s inside the chocolates!)?&lt;p&gt;-speaking of swiss and chocolate (or even less cliche - speaking of&lt;br&gt;underware and cigarettes), swiss miss, quick, bosco, ovaltine, or any other&lt;br&gt;form of chocolate mix drink - what&amp;#39;s better - adding water or milk??  i&lt;br&gt;think it goes by which one you&amp;#39;re making - hot chocolate or chocolate milk.&lt;br&gt;because in retrospect, if you&amp;#39;re making chocolate milk with water, then&lt;br&gt;it&amp;#39;s not really chocolate milk, it&amp;#39;s chocolate water.  and if that&amp;#39;s the&lt;br&gt;case, might as well add DIRT cause that&amp;#39;s what it&amp;#39;ll taste like!&lt;p&gt;-speaking of fondue and mrs. field&amp;#39;s cookies - i&amp;#39;ve been addicted to&lt;br&gt;&amp;#39;instant watching&amp;#39; on my netflix account.  god - does anyone else have&lt;br&gt;this!?!?  this is so cool.  so the deal here is if you have a netflix&lt;br&gt;account, not only do you get your dvd&amp;#39;s in the mail with no late fees, but&lt;br&gt;you also can watch films that netflix has uploaded in their superior&lt;br&gt;databank to watch instantly over the web.  if you have great resolution and&lt;br&gt;a nifty speed on the internet highway, it&amp;#39;s game on!  (and this is my plug&lt;br&gt;for netflix - AGAIN!  i&amp;#39;m still waiting for compensation!)&lt;p&gt;-speaking of robots of the future and neo soul music - i want to learn to&lt;br&gt;speak german.  doesn&amp;#39;t everyone?!  i&amp;#39;m going to learn.  that&amp;#39;s all.&lt;p&gt;-speaking of spank me whips and sugar free hot mocha frappacino - tell me&lt;br&gt;you&amp;#39;ll continue this game later on, eh?1&lt;p&gt;enjoy your day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-3386490876375121971?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/3386490876375121971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=3386490876375121971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/3386490876375121971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/3386490876375121971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-sing-song-of-random.html' title='i sing the song of random'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-1276246006897014810</id><published>2008-01-07T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T08:16:02.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>to you, and you, and you</title><content type='html'>This is a letter of remorse, honesty, and the will to endure what needs to&lt;br&gt;be done in order to move forward with personal goals.&lt;p&gt;To whom it may concern-&lt;p&gt;I can no longer give into feeling unnecessary guilt for not being a better&lt;br&gt;person to you.  My apologies are due for not giving you the such essential&lt;br&gt;time you need in order to be fulfilled with my presence.  However, I want&lt;br&gt;to gesture reasoning on the behalf of people that get our of comfort zones.&lt;br&gt;The motives you carry are needs to use social events such as restaurants,&lt;br&gt;bars, clubs, or overwhelming get togethers as a cover up for not&lt;br&gt;challenging your intellect.&lt;p&gt;WAIT - I have no means of insult nor am I trying to degrade you to a class&lt;br&gt;that seems lower to me.  I&amp;#39;m nothing special and my upbringing is far from&lt;br&gt;elite situations which hopefully keep me down to earth and easy to&lt;br&gt;understand.  Sometimes trying to convey thought and certain ideas needs to&lt;br&gt;be interwoven with truth.  We all know the truth (the REAL truth) hurts.&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;ve felt it and I hope you swallow this with a spoonful of sugar.&lt;p&gt;Continuing on - my personal goal is to get into a world that is far from my&lt;br&gt;own knowledge of books, the internet, and bonus coverage on dvd&amp;#39;s.  I can&lt;br&gt;only get so near to know that there&amp;#39;s no business like showbusiness but&lt;br&gt;where I am right now still takes time and work.  Time which takes me out of&lt;br&gt;where I was before.  Dwelved into a lifestyle of working an 8 to 5 job,&lt;br&gt;waiting for the weekend, then partying it up to only realize these things:&lt;br&gt;1.  complaints and wishes on making movies  2.  eating unhealthy and&lt;br&gt;staying lazy to complain again on not getting chicks and 3.  not wanting to&lt;br&gt;go back to a job that I despise but am stuck because I don&amp;#39;t want to have&lt;br&gt;to look for a new job.  It&amp;#39;s easy to stay this way because it doesn&amp;#39;t take&lt;br&gt;work, but the thing that became irritable and completely, utterly annoying&lt;br&gt;was the word &amp;#39;complain.&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;You cannot complain if you&amp;#39;re not trying!  If you&amp;#39;re not trying, then&lt;br&gt;you&amp;#39;re bringing this upon yourself.  Whatever you&amp;#39;re complaining about - if&lt;br&gt;the cause came from something you didn&amp;#39;t try to improve on, then how are&lt;br&gt;you entitled to complain?  But our society is built on complaints.  If you&lt;br&gt;think about, laws are made, things are created, objects are invented by the&lt;br&gt;terms of becoming better and in order to know what&amp;#39;s better, you need to&lt;br&gt;know what&amp;#39;s wrong.  Complaints equal &amp;#39;what&amp;#39;s wrong?&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;To not get too far from the root of this letter, improvement takes time.&lt;br&gt;Time is so limited in our lives when you take the means to improve on so&lt;br&gt;many different aspects of your life.  Let&amp;#39;s go back to the list and see how&lt;br&gt;my time expired.  1.  complaints and wishes on making movies turned into&lt;br&gt;time to tape interviews, watch footage, and edit, edit, edit, and on yeah -&lt;br&gt;edit.  If something doesn&amp;#39;t look right, back to the editing board.  If a&lt;br&gt;story isn&amp;#39;t understood, especially in a documentary, back to the editing&lt;br&gt;board.  If you&amp;#39;re trying to make a movie better, back to the editing board.&lt;br&gt;Understood.  2.  eating healthy and being lazy to complain about ladies&lt;br&gt;turned into exercising, eating right, and taking the time to work-out.&lt;br&gt;This turned into getting dates and getting into a relationship.  A&lt;br&gt;relationship where I want (the key word is &amp;#39;want&amp;#39;) to be the best boyfriend&lt;br&gt;I can be.  Working out and relationship upkeep equals more time.  and 3.&lt;br&gt;not wanting to go back to work that I dislike has turned into me speaking&lt;br&gt;up at work and getting into a position that I do like.  However, it&amp;#39;s a&lt;br&gt;higher up position which entails more responsibility, more time commitment,&lt;br&gt;and thankfully, more money.&lt;p&gt;Now in retrospect, it looks like things are good - right?  These are good&lt;br&gt;things that I&amp;#39;ve turned around for myself.  Awesome!  All the time and&lt;br&gt;energy that I&amp;#39;ve put into doing what I wanted to make better and get rid of&lt;br&gt;the word &amp;#39;complaint.&amp;#39;  But what&amp;#39;s this - oh, oh.....where did everyone go?&lt;br&gt;All the people that I went to the bars with, ate at restaurants with, and&lt;br&gt;drank beers with - they seemed to have disappeared.  And what&amp;#39;s this even&lt;br&gt;more?  I&amp;#39;m totally out of the loop that it feels like friends are enemies&lt;br&gt;because I didn&amp;#39;t have time for them.  When they needed to complain to&lt;br&gt;someone about something that they didn&amp;#39;t act on, I wasn&amp;#39;t there to tell&lt;br&gt;them what they wouldn&amp;#39;t be doing because it sounded good to them.  And now&lt;br&gt;you&amp;#39;re reading an apology letter because I wasn&amp;#39;t being a better person.&lt;p&gt;Can you tell me if I really did something wrong?  When I send you emails on&lt;br&gt;trying to get together for events that I CAN make, do you ignore it and say&lt;br&gt;under your breath that I&amp;#39;m not worth it?  Do you feel that in order to be&lt;br&gt;MY friend, you have to work on MY time and the effort isn&amp;#39;t mutual?  Well -&lt;br&gt;then I guess I am guilty.&lt;p&gt;So to whom it may concern - I apologize.  I&amp;#39;m no better after writing this&lt;br&gt;letter to a blog that people never read, but to know that I complained.....&lt;br&gt;well, you know how that story goes.&lt;p&gt;And to the people that do read - thank you for listening.  I want no&lt;br&gt;sympathy.  Just carry on as you normally do.  This is all I ask.&lt;p&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br&gt;Creative Mind Spill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-1276246006897014810?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/1276246006897014810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=1276246006897014810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/1276246006897014810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/1276246006897014810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2008/01/to-you-and-you-and-you.html' title='to you, and you, and you'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-3703523908580730499</id><published>2007-11-28T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T21:32:26.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow - i haven't written in here since forever and a day.  "so, what's new?" he says.  well - the grass ain't green and the leaves are falling, so winter is coming.  Chicago is cold and when i say cold, I mean testicles arise!  it's true and guys shouldn't be ashamed to share this fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a private screening of my documentary film last week and i'm still sorta clouded in the head about it.  it was good and bad at once.  good - in the sense that i got to see a flick i made on the big screen.  bad - in the sense that 1. weather was quite crap-alicious so people bailed from their RSVP 2. i could hear in mind what people were thinking when i was watching it (didn't feel right) and 3. i wished i had refined my art project a little bit more.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so - yes, i'm back to the drawing board, but not on clean canvass, rather placement of what was already laid out.  just gotta make what i got better.  another draft if you will (and if the term is used for beer, i'll have two).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i can never get used to critique.  for me - it always depends on who it's coming from and what the subject matter is.  i've always been a writer and ever since being placed in reading level B in 5th grade, i've felt below the standard of excellence.  so i've always tried to excel to touch the sky, yet no matter how many times i've had to face peer to peer review, it always depended on who it was coming from and what it was about.  i'm not gonna take cooking advice from someone who's never touched a skillet before.  and not to say, i'm not gonna take viewer advice from someone who's never made a movie before - but if you're gonna give me feedback, back it up with something concrete within the film.  nothing like 'man, this part sucked' or 'i thought this was boring' - without leaving the film aesthetic of why it sucked or why it was boring.  i can fix your problem, just gimmie a good reason to.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next - wow - i never thought i'd fall into a situation where i'd find that friends have become more high maintenance as i've gotten older. i'm probably becoming guilty of this myself by concentrating on my film and not being able to hang out as much as i use to.  but geez - i go make a film and ask people to come out, then i don't get any love back.  ouch...i'm sorry.  i didn't know i had to call or email you every week to make sure you were okay.  i figure once every two weeks is sorta standard and even upscale as far as 'guy' standards are concerned.  and if this doesn't fly, then let it be....i can't take back thoughts that have accumulated by one's self.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired - i've said this during periods in my life when i've become mentally exhausted.  now if people know me well enough, i usually do try my best to flip that frown upside down and show some ass crack for the sake of giggle giggle, tickle, tickle.  but with this film taking hold of me, high maintenance friends exhiling me from their lives, and darker days before my eyes....well, i'm tired.  maybe out of minute depression, lack of exercise, or maybe not accepting the turn of tides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;changes are happening, my friends.  i'm becoming too old to accept, yet i'm the one adding to the phenomenon.  people have passed me by and i can't do anything about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sidenote - google 'kevin smith's blog.'  yeah - the dude who did clerks.  his shiet is high-larious!  later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-3703523908580730499?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/3703523908580730499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=3703523908580730499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/3703523908580730499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/3703523908580730499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2007/11/wow-i-havent-written-in-here-since.html' title=''/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-4792279769927780659</id><published>2007-09-05T07:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T07:52:46.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When I grow up....</title><content type='html'>I&amp;#39;m in no position to give advice to college kids.  I&amp;#39;m not the one that&lt;br&gt;was determined to come out with a particular degree when I entered my&lt;br&gt;collegiate career.  Instead, I floated into a unforeseen world that opened&lt;br&gt;up opportunities that I didn&amp;#39;t know existed.  Yes - I am guilty of falling&lt;br&gt;into the &amp;quot;asian&amp;quot; path of starting out as a Biology major, but as time&lt;br&gt;passed and the liberal sense of looking into different areas of education&lt;br&gt;opened in front of me, I had to see what I loved.  I wanted to find myself&lt;br&gt;in these different books and different classes and different professors.&lt;br&gt;The search for a voice that was similar to mine was found in film classes.&lt;br&gt;There was a deeper love found in writers and how they conveyed their&lt;br&gt;stories.  Writing had always been there as my escape from whatever&lt;br&gt;commotion life brought me and it never talked back.  It never told me how I&lt;br&gt;f*cked up on something.  Instead - it was a tool of self realization.  It&lt;br&gt;was my doppelganger telling me the evils of what I was doing.  It was my&lt;br&gt;mother or father holding my hand and telling me everything was alright.  It&lt;br&gt;was my work telling me how stressed out I was and how much crap I take from&lt;br&gt;my bosses.  So when I went to college, I found out that all that writing,&lt;br&gt;all those journal entries, all those voices in my beat up notebook next to&lt;br&gt;my bed - they were all in a classroom.  Someone else out there felt the&lt;br&gt;same way as me a long time ago.  Someone with stronger words felt the same&lt;br&gt;way I did.  And now I can learn about them.  It was amazing.  And even&lt;br&gt;better - since I was a movie junkie - there was a connection.  There was a&lt;br&gt;meaning behind what I loved.  It wasn&amp;#39;t a daydream anymore.  This love&lt;br&gt;could become a reality of mine and this is what I found in college.  So for&lt;br&gt;all you math, science majors that can only comprehend what is right or&lt;br&gt;wrong through theory or law - please don&amp;#39;t forget to look beyond the&lt;br&gt;calculations.  There&amp;#39;s more meaning behind what I&amp;#39;m writing.  There&amp;#39;s more&lt;br&gt;meaning behind those numbers you enter into your Texas Instrument.  Our&lt;br&gt;worlds are the same - it&amp;#39;s a matter of finding it.  But here I am with my&lt;br&gt;degree and waiting for my calling.  And like I said - I&amp;#39;m in no position to&lt;br&gt;give advice to college kids....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-4792279769927780659?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/4792279769927780659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=4792279769927780659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/4792279769927780659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/4792279769927780659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2007/09/when-i-grow-up.html' title='When I grow up....'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-5277412599064822009</id><published>2007-08-17T14:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T14:17:26.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the decks</title><content type='html'>you know what seems to be a big project for guys in the &amp;#39;burbs?  working on&lt;br&gt;their deck.  i don&amp;#39;t know if its a city requirements to have decks or maybe&lt;br&gt;a crazy house fashion fad during the 90&amp;#39;s, but whenever I hear the elder&lt;br&gt;gents talk about their plans for the weekend, they always seem to say, &amp;quot;I&lt;br&gt;gotta work on my deck.&amp;quot;  What &amp;#39;work&amp;#39; means in this context can measure&lt;br&gt;anywhere from re-staining it to decorating it with those lovely fake&lt;br&gt;plants.  And as I&amp;#39;m not a deck owner myself, I tend to wonder why it must&lt;br&gt;be done so often during the summer season and why it&amp;#39;s such an on going&lt;br&gt;task?  How big can your deck be?  (&amp;quot;that&amp;#39;s what she said....&amp;quot; - bidum&lt;br&gt;ching)  But really - I&amp;#39;m pointing this out to be a suburban man&amp;#39;s default&lt;br&gt;answer to &amp;quot;what&amp;#39;s going on this weekend?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;For a city man like myself, I like to say things like, &amp;quot;Well, I&amp;#39;m going to&lt;br&gt;the strip club again to eat that free pizza because you can&amp;#39;t find cheese&lt;br&gt;like that anywhere else&amp;quot; or &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m going to the bar with some friends and&lt;br&gt;stand around watching sports with the music too loud for me to hold any&lt;br&gt;sort of conversation&amp;quot; or my personal favorite &amp;quot;buying crack and getting my&lt;br&gt;money from my tricks.&amp;quot;  JOKES, people - JOKES!&lt;p&gt;On another note, a new upcoming season of Rutgers football is around the&lt;br&gt;corner.  Keep your eyes on the sports tube, cause I have a feeling you&amp;#39;ll&lt;br&gt;be watching them in a BCS bowl game.  Why does this matter to you?  Because&lt;br&gt;more viewer support/fan base means more alumni donations which means more&lt;br&gt;funding for school which in turns teaches those college rascals better and&lt;br&gt;thus creates better workers in the world we live in.  SO - support Rutgers&lt;br&gt;man....it&amp;#39;s the truth.  And if you&amp;#39;re thinking, well, what about the other&lt;br&gt;schools??  NO - RUTGERS I SAID....dang, don&amp;#39;t you listen?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-5277412599064822009?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/5277412599064822009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=5277412599064822009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/5277412599064822009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/5277412599064822009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2007/08/decks.html' title='the decks'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-1247114972720235899</id><published>2007-08-09T06:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T06:18:25.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to that dude</title><content type='html'>this post is a dedication to all my homeboys that still bring a sense of&lt;br&gt;chivlry into this world.  this is for that guy that gives up a seat on the&lt;br&gt;train when he sees an old lady come on board and there are no seats&lt;br&gt;available.  this is for the nice guys that digest things for what they are&lt;br&gt;instead of expect things to meet their standard of need.  this is for the&lt;br&gt;man that is &amp;quot;man&amp;quot; enough to know that he has feeling and says &amp;#39;i love you&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt;to his lady - but not for the sap that uses it out of lust or uses it to&lt;br&gt;cover up his tracks for wrong doing.  this is for the homeboy that sits up&lt;br&gt;straight, does his work, and knows to talk when talked to - instead of&lt;br&gt;always &amp;#39;trying&amp;#39; in order to look good.  this is for the dude that knows not&lt;br&gt;to give a flying f*ck about what other people think and does what he wants&lt;br&gt;to because he wants to - which in turn, makes him knowledgable to look out&lt;br&gt;for his peeps.  in other words - he knows what he wants to do and still has&lt;br&gt;the social etiquette &amp;amp; accommodating manner to not be selfish.  AND this is&lt;br&gt;for the guy who&amp;#39;s just trying to do his own thing without needing to worry&lt;br&gt;about &amp;#39;feeling bad.&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;let&amp;#39;s keep it real y&amp;#39;all!  stop playing each other for fools and chill the&lt;br&gt;f*ck out.  look up a funny joke and tell it to someone you don&amp;#39;t know.&lt;p&gt;end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-1247114972720235899?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/1247114972720235899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=1247114972720235899' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/1247114972720235899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/1247114972720235899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2007/08/to-that-dude.html' title='to that dude'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-4591070299160221394</id><published>2007-07-26T05:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T05:49:33.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>busy bee</title><content type='html'>i moved up on the eating chain @ work which makes me completely tooooooo&lt;br&gt;busy to write on here.  i apologize to any that read my blog looking for&lt;br&gt;insight on how i think the world evolves, but really doesn&amp;#39;t......&lt;p&gt;i recommend viewing old posts as i was probably more creative then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-4591070299160221394?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/4591070299160221394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=4591070299160221394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/4591070299160221394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/4591070299160221394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2007/07/busy-bee.html' title='busy bee'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-8981985645911329609</id><published>2007-07-05T08:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T08:30:52.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fake talk</title><content type='html'>How do people do it???  There are people at work that are in the position&lt;br&gt;of dealing with clients and other upper level officers that just know how&lt;br&gt;to put on that commercial smile and say the &amp;quot;right&amp;quot; words.  But how?  How&lt;br&gt;can you come into work (unless you enjoy/love your job, then icksnay this&lt;br&gt;complaint) and always seem to be peppy?&lt;p&gt;See - I don&amp;#39;t characterize myself as the &amp;#39;average joe&amp;#39; because I&amp;#39;m a little&lt;br&gt;insane in the head.  I&amp;#39;m not mental, rather an &amp;quot;outside of the box&amp;quot; thinker&lt;br&gt;that says quirky shiet on a speed scale of 3.2 seconds during responses.&lt;br&gt;However, I will say that upon my observation of the human mind, I have&lt;br&gt;accumulated the mood and situation at hand to accommodate to the masses.&lt;br&gt;Thereby I&amp;#39;ve been able to massage my werds into an appropriate manner where&lt;br&gt;it can still be funny, yet suitable for who&amp;#39;s in the room.  HOWEVER - I&lt;br&gt;can&amp;#39;t do the peppy, work jive.  I&amp;#39;ve been trying to work on it with the&lt;br&gt;cliche work conversations.  These topics include:  weather, sports (mainly&lt;br&gt;local teams and works better for older males), current events/news, and any&lt;br&gt;funny anecdotes that can be incorporated into the work.  BLA BLA BLA!!&lt;br&gt;Yuck - not a fan of the cliche work conversations as it doesn&amp;#39;t make the&lt;br&gt;world turn nor does it make movements into my psyche.  Yet it does improve&lt;br&gt;relations in the work force and it does show that I&amp;#39;m not always sleeping&lt;br&gt;on the job (....haha - fooled them again!).&lt;p&gt;Back to the main question at hand - how do people plaster on that smile&lt;br&gt;everytime someone comes to greet them at work?  Like EVERY TIME!  Even when&lt;br&gt;they&amp;#39;re getting work!  Now unless someone who usually gives me work flips&lt;br&gt;the script and says, &amp;quot;Hey - no filing today, but here&amp;#39;s a jillion dollars I&lt;br&gt;feel like giving you&amp;quot; than I&amp;#39;ll just keep to my usual - &amp;quot;Hey, how&amp;#39;s it&lt;br&gt;going?&amp;quot;  Otherwise, I&amp;#39;m working on this aspect of my job.....&lt;p&gt;Holy geez - you would&amp;#39;ve thought I had this down by now.  I graduated from&lt;br&gt;college over 6 years ago now.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-8981985645911329609?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/8981985645911329609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=8981985645911329609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/8981985645911329609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/8981985645911329609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2007/07/fake-talk.html' title='Fake talk'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-1318001149350610542</id><published>2007-07-03T11:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T11:52:26.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July</title><content type='html'>AH - it&amp;#39;s picnic time again and time to rejoice in this Hacksaw Jim Duggan&lt;br&gt;patriotic event.  Let&amp;#39;s see - the 4th of July is our time to celebrate the&lt;br&gt;Independence of our country.  But really - are we that independent??  Have&lt;br&gt;we really escaped the shackles of a legal system that places taxation on&lt;br&gt;our well being??&lt;p&gt;Back then, we signed the Declaration of Independence to stand tall against&lt;br&gt;the power that is Great Britain.  They were all over us - putting taxes on&lt;br&gt;everything we do and everything we buy.  Now - how about our gas or how&lt;br&gt;about our public transportation or how about our electricity?  It isn&amp;#39;t&lt;br&gt;called tax within these terms &amp;amp; conditions that are in fine print at the&lt;br&gt;bottom of websites or bills when we sign up for it.  Rather, it&amp;#39;s part of&lt;br&gt;the whole kit &amp;amp; caboodle as service or fees or surcharge.&lt;br&gt;Am I just an angry American looking for the next free thing or trying to&lt;br&gt;get the big discount instead of paying my just fair dues accordingly??  I&lt;br&gt;don&amp;#39;t think so!  I&amp;#39;m just a person that doesn&amp;#39;t want to pay $40 dollars for&lt;br&gt;a full tank of gas for a small Maxima.&lt;p&gt;And don&amp;#39;t get me started on a war that&amp;#39;s taken up billions and billions of&lt;br&gt;dollars.  Errrr!&lt;p&gt;It&amp;#39;s sad that our world runs on money, yet its so necessary to survive.  SO&lt;br&gt;- come your Independence Day celebration - less not forget what we&amp;#39;re&lt;br&gt;really free of - the Backstreet Boys.&lt;p&gt;The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-1318001149350610542?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/1318001149350610542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=1318001149350610542' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/1318001149350610542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/1318001149350610542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2007/07/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of July'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-7473850097629093771</id><published>2007-06-28T06:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T06:55:11.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jokes, and jokes, and jokes</title><content type='html'>OKAY - so i get the whole &amp;quot;i&amp;#39;m just talking to myself&amp;quot; at work thing.  BUT&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;COME ON&amp;quot; (the infamous werds of this blog) don&amp;#39;t overuse it to sound like&lt;br&gt;you&amp;#39;re this super busy person!  it also sounds irritable - like you&amp;#39;re&lt;br&gt;speaking under your breath about something instead of complaining outloud&lt;br&gt;like a person with confidence.  i like the people that tell jokes to&lt;br&gt;themselves instead and laugh or smirk out of nowhere.  that&amp;#39;s more fun.&lt;br&gt;rather hear more of that in the stuffy cublicles than people speaking under&lt;br&gt;their breaths....&lt;p&gt;next observation:  alright, so I&amp;#39;m a guy and we do have &amp;quot;guy talk&amp;quot; in which&lt;br&gt;we let loose with our werds and say excessive language that is not&lt;br&gt;acceptable to the female party.  BUT i have been in the mix of different&lt;br&gt;ladies that there are some that use language equally if not worse than us&lt;br&gt;lads do.  its pretty simple to talk with a filthy mouth saying if a &amp;quot;chick&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;is hot and what you would do to her.  (eww...i know, i know....)  however -&lt;br&gt;what the heck is &amp;quot;girl talk&amp;quot;??  i can&amp;#39;t imagine it being the same.  girls&lt;br&gt;talking about guys and what they would do to them.  that doesn&amp;#39;t sound&lt;br&gt;right.  in my mind, girl talk varies from smack talk about another girl&lt;br&gt;(because from my own observations, ladies are quite chatty and many of you&lt;br&gt;have admitted guilt to this) to overloading with the mushy talk of love.&lt;br&gt;the stuff in the middle are areas that metrosexual boys and super&lt;br&gt;sensitive, artsy nerds can still relate to.&lt;p&gt;i think i&amp;#39;m gonna start telling one joke a day to make people smile a&lt;br&gt;little bit more at work.  how&amp;#39;s that for affirmation?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-7473850097629093771?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/7473850097629093771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=7473850097629093771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/7473850097629093771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/7473850097629093771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2007/06/jokes-and-jokes-and-jokes.html' title='jokes, and jokes, and jokes'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-6186461502939461555</id><published>2007-06-18T11:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T11:00:08.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what's my grade?</title><content type='html'>I read this article today and thought it was funny.  Thought I&amp;#39;d share as&lt;br&gt;it shows what lengths kids go to these days to not take a grade over again.&lt;br&gt;Remarks to follow:&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;BERLIN (Reuters) - A 16-year-old Berlin student was so worried he would&lt;br&gt;have to repeat a year at school because of poor marks he convinced two&lt;br&gt;friends to storm his class and steal the report cards with his bad grades.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;The student probably honestly believed that he could avoid repeating the&lt;br&gt;school year if he made the report cards disappear,&amp;quot; said a spokesman for&lt;br&gt;local police Monday.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;The youth sat quietly at the back of the classroom as the two masked&lt;br&gt;robbers, aged 14 and 15, burst in and threatened his teacher with a steel&lt;br&gt;bar if she did not hand over the reports.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;After grabbing them, the two tried to flee but dropped the reports as other&lt;br&gt;students leapt to defend the teacher. The two were arrested close to the&lt;br&gt;school, and told police their friend had devised the raid because he was&lt;br&gt;afraid of flunking a year.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Police would not reveal what incentives the youth had offered the pair to&lt;br&gt;carry out the robbery, adding the youths faced legal consequences once&lt;br&gt;investigations were over.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;REMARKS:  can you imagine how this plan was conceived?&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;flunking kid:  &amp;quot;No really - this isn&amp;#39;t a joke.  So you should come in and&lt;br&gt;steal the report cards.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;friend #1:  &amp;quot;have you gone mad?  how much did you say you&amp;#39;ll pay us for&lt;br&gt;this??&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;friend #2:  &amp;quot;and you&amp;#39;ll still give us access to watch your extremely hot&lt;br&gt;sister take showers??&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;this has to have happened, but seriously - how dumb can you be to think&lt;br&gt;that this could work with a &amp;quot;steel bar&amp;quot;???  a steel bar??  in a classroom&lt;br&gt;with probably 30 students.  30 STUDENTS!  you gotta watch your set-ups with&lt;br&gt;this ploy, my friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-6186461502939461555?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/6186461502939461555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=6186461502939461555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/6186461502939461555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/6186461502939461555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2007/06/whats-my-grade.html' title='what&apos;s my grade?'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-6099785876321224724</id><published>2007-06-11T11:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T11:45:36.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it wasting time or moving forward?</title><content type='html'>So you complete college, get your entry level position, stick with it for&lt;br&gt;about 5 years (this includes the annual raises, promotions, and weekly&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;monday blues&amp;quot;), gain some recognition within the company, and then&lt;br&gt;suddenly feel like you don&amp;#39;t want to do it anymore.  Not that it&amp;#39;s a sudden&lt;br&gt;thing, but more possibly like a &amp;quot;I wasn&amp;#39;t 100% sure&amp;quot; thing.  This&lt;br&gt;especially happens when you submit to accepting any job straight outta&lt;br&gt;college to gain experience, but experience kept you in somewhat of a&lt;br&gt;comfort zone for too long.  Things mask your initial goal to get the dream&lt;br&gt;job that you want (a.k.a. Huge Hefner&amp;#39;s pesonal assistant, steven&lt;br&gt;spielburg&amp;#39;s set aid/screenplay advisor, or Carmen Electra&amp;#39;s lotion&lt;br&gt;latherer, etc., etc.) such as good benefits, a good retirement plan, and a&lt;br&gt;slew of paid vacation days.  HOWEVER - you weren&amp;#39;t 100% sure you wanted to&lt;br&gt;get into the thick of this job because a.) you had other personal goals in&lt;br&gt;mind 2.) you&amp;#39;d rather make more bank doing what you like in life and z.)&lt;br&gt;monotony kills.  SO when you think you&amp;#39;re gaining experience and moving&lt;br&gt;forward, you might actually be wasting time.  Like digging a hole deeper as&lt;br&gt;you commit to what you really didn&amp;#39;t intend on sticking with for so long.&lt;br&gt;The saying &amp;quot;...to get my feet wet&amp;quot; has turned into &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;ve drowned and am now&lt;br&gt;swimming with the fishes.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;We all have aspirations and dreams for when we get outta college and it&amp;#39;s&lt;br&gt;sad that I haven&amp;#39;t met too many people that can actually say they love what&lt;br&gt;they do (...I&amp;#39;ve met a few, but to my own discretion have made me feel like&lt;br&gt;this is all they do with their lives, which scares me for not having a&lt;br&gt;different form of outlet ....this is a whole different story/thought all&lt;br&gt;together).  And yes - I am quite aware that there isn&amp;#39;t a perfect job or&lt;br&gt;circumstances (money, family, etc.) weigh in on why people do what they&lt;br&gt;need to do.  Maybe I&amp;#39;m just an optomist or a &amp;#39;good times avenger&amp;#39; but I&lt;br&gt;sometimes feel like it&amp;#39;s a waste of time if your heart isn&amp;#39;t entirely set&lt;br&gt;in what you do as a profession.&lt;p&gt;However - this has it&amp;#39;s advantages as you can be more fearless to do more&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;out of the box&amp;quot; projects.  Yet again - another story all together.&lt;p&gt;Therefore - are you just wasting time or are you really moving forward??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-6099785876321224724?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/6099785876321224724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=6099785876321224724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/6099785876321224724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/6099785876321224724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2007/06/is-it-wasting-time-or-moving-forward.html' title='Is it wasting time or moving forward?'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-7779578292060644394</id><published>2007-06-08T11:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T11:30:56.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My downfall will be.....</title><content type='html'>....not swallowing corporate/business office humor and having people assume&lt;br&gt;that I don&amp;#39;t have a sense of humor.  (Even though I&amp;#39;m proactive with the&lt;br&gt;jokes and even graduated from the funny school of Second City -&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.secondcity.com"&gt;http://www.secondcity.com&lt;/a&gt; ).&lt;p&gt;....not realizing the goodness that&amp;#39;s right in front of my face and trying&lt;br&gt;to look beyond it for something better, when in fact the best was right&lt;br&gt;under my nose.&lt;p&gt;....not taking more risks.&lt;p&gt;....being overwhelmingly funny and laughing at life situations where drama&lt;br&gt;is what&amp;#39;s needed to be played out and focused on instead.&lt;p&gt;....money, women, and being a &amp;quot;guy.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;....age catching up.&lt;p&gt;....daydreaming instead of doing.&lt;p&gt;....getting TOO comfortable and just &amp;quot;dealing with it&amp;quot; instead of saying&lt;br&gt;what I really feel.&lt;p&gt;....utilizing &amp;quot;complete the sentence&amp;quot; formats too much instead of writing&lt;br&gt;out more full, vivacious story/essay structured work to exercise my writing&lt;br&gt;ability.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-7779578292060644394?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/7779578292060644394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=7779578292060644394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/7779578292060644394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/7779578292060644394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-downfall-will-be.html' title='My downfall will be.....'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-6318141305565639455</id><published>2007-06-06T08:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T08:27:10.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>exercising makes a difference</title><content type='html'>it really does make a difference when you get some exercising in your&lt;br&gt;routine.  last night i went to the gym but haven&amp;#39;t been there for about 2&lt;br&gt;weeks.  surprisingly, i busted out 4 1/2 miles on the track.  it felt&lt;br&gt;pretty good and i had a good stride going.  i haven&amp;#39;t run that long since&lt;br&gt;the Shamrock Shuffle (LaSalle Bank&amp;#39;s infamous 8k run).  there is definitely&lt;br&gt;this adrenaline kick rushing through your body after you get worked up like&lt;br&gt;that.  i was eating my dinner standing up cause i was still moving around&lt;br&gt;afterwards - couldn&amp;#39;t stop moving.  then sleep - oh man - sleeping was&lt;br&gt;fan-tab-ulous!  I was out cold and woke up refreshed.  and today - i&amp;#39;m&lt;br&gt;still hoping around more so than I was in the beginning of the week&lt;br&gt;(besides my 5 cups of joe and 2 apples - j/k.....about the apples).&lt;p&gt;ANYHOO - my eye exercise has been &amp;quot;The Alchemist&amp;quot; by Paulo Cuelho.  My&lt;br&gt;friend recommended it to me, but as I&amp;#39;m reading it I see how spiritual it&lt;br&gt;is.  Not that I have anything against that genre of writing - also being&lt;br&gt;that I had to buy it from the metaphysical section of Borders. However, I&lt;br&gt;do seem to question the motives of the people that recommend these books to&lt;br&gt;others on the fact that they like it so much.  Was it in general the fact&lt;br&gt;that this character overcame such a burden and used his wits and shear&lt;br&gt;repertoir of goodness to overcome it?  OR was it a coincidence that you&lt;br&gt;(the reader) were going through life troubles and found this book to be&lt;br&gt;relatable in a metaphoric sense, making it the answer to your problems?&lt;br&gt;motivational if you will.....&lt;p&gt;Sometimes I have trouble listening to people&amp;#39;s perceptions of books or&lt;br&gt;movies because I take into consideration what kind of person they are.  I&lt;br&gt;know - its sorta elitist - but doesn&amp;#39;t it make sense?  you could be in the&lt;br&gt;worse situation w/work and then you go watch this movie about how a dude&lt;br&gt;overcomes his problems with his boss while getting the girl in the end&lt;br&gt;(alla Secret of my Success) AND thus makes it an awesome movie.  But you&lt;br&gt;tell your friend Joe about it and he works in the construction biz and is&lt;br&gt;like, &amp;quot;What&amp;#39;s so good about it?&amp;quot;  He couldn&amp;#39;t relate, but you gave that&lt;br&gt;recommendation to him w/out thinking....&lt;p&gt;Get my gist??&lt;p&gt;However, I digress because I&amp;#39;m not that sorta guy to be like &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m not gonna&lt;br&gt;listen to your opinion cause I&amp;#39;m SO much better than you.&amp;quot;  Then again - I&lt;br&gt;am writing this blog post, now aren&amp;#39;t I???&lt;br&gt;hhhhhhmmmmmmm.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-6318141305565639455?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/6318141305565639455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=6318141305565639455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/6318141305565639455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/6318141305565639455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2007/06/exercising-makes-difference.html' title='exercising makes a difference'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-7818568824400146443</id><published>2007-06-01T08:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T08:42:10.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>scent of a man</title><content type='html'>You know why there was never a movie called &amp;quot;Scent of a Man&amp;quot; in retort to&lt;br&gt;&amp;#39;Scent of a Woman&amp;#39;?  Because the character of Al Pacino&amp;#39;s would definitely&lt;br&gt;be yelling out a &amp;quot;WOO HA!&amp;quot; everytime a man with B.O. passed by.&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;m sorry, but come on guys - let&amp;#39;s be real - when we get rancid, we can&lt;br&gt;surely GET RANCID!  It&amp;#39;s true - I&amp;#39;m guilty of it, my dad&amp;#39;s guilty of it, my&lt;br&gt;fraternity brothers are definitely guilty of it, even baby cousins are&lt;br&gt;guilty of it.  Let&amp;#39;s analyze this, shall we:&lt;p&gt;Ever since we were little tykes playing with our monster Tonka trucks and&lt;br&gt;kung fu gripping G.I. Joe (or G.I. John for the cheaper kids), we&amp;#39;d&lt;br&gt;straight up poop in our pants.  How convenient it was!  But right then and&lt;br&gt;there, we stunk up that room boy!  And thus it began - the scent of a man.&lt;p&gt;Then around puberty time, before we found out about body deodorant, we&amp;#39;d&lt;br&gt;play kickball during gym period.  20 minutes later in Science class, a cute&lt;br&gt;girl sitting next to you on those 2 person tabled filled classrooms, would&lt;br&gt;turn her subtle grin into a distasteful cringe.  Not a pleasant moment and&lt;br&gt;you would know that it was your armpits drawing up those green squiggly&lt;br&gt;lines around your body.&lt;p&gt;SO then we get to your adult years when you figure you have the B.O. thing&lt;br&gt;down to a tee and you&amp;#39;re pretty much in control with your cleanliness.  You&lt;br&gt;shower, shave, pamper yourself with lotions, deodorants, and sometimes&lt;br&gt;cologne (&amp;quot;cause anything else would be uncivilized&amp;quot;).  However, sometimes&lt;br&gt;there are those days when you eat at a restaurant that cook right in front&lt;br&gt;of you and cheese is a prime ingredient.  The food scent sticks to you like&lt;br&gt;glue.  There&amp;#39;s your source of B.O.&lt;p&gt;OR sometimes you don&amp;#39;t feel too well cause you went out drinkin with the&lt;br&gt;boys at the local tavern where everybody knows your name and yes, we&amp;#39;ve all&lt;br&gt;suffered from the next day &amp;quot;beer farts.&amp;quot;  Sorry to be crass, but it&amp;#39;s an&lt;br&gt;epidemic that can&amp;#39;t be excused.  There&amp;#39;s your source of B.O.&lt;p&gt;OR sometimes you get that athletic itch and go play basketball with the&lt;br&gt;guys at the park first thing in the morning w/out showering or putting on&lt;br&gt;some deodorant.  After a couple of games, heat coming into play, and pores&lt;br&gt;opening up - you&amp;#39;re in your puberty period all over again.  Armpits drawing&lt;br&gt;squiggly lines.  There&amp;#39;s your source of B.O.&lt;p&gt;Thus my friends, as men, let&amp;#39;s be careful of when we make an under the&lt;br&gt;breath remark like, &amp;quot;Oh gawd - it reeks in here&amp;quot; because you could be just&lt;br&gt;as much of a hypocrite when you start stinking up the corporate bathroom&lt;br&gt;after gallons of Guiness from last night.&lt;p&gt;The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-7818568824400146443?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/7818568824400146443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=7818568824400146443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/7818568824400146443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/7818568824400146443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2007/06/scent-of-man.html' title='scent of a man'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-2316457760597821279</id><published>2007-05-30T11:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T11:31:26.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hey, sun-times guy!</title><content type='html'>last week, i miraculously made the front of the chicago sun-times on&lt;br&gt;friday.  the article was about a possible hike in train fair and yup, there&lt;br&gt;i was getting on the train.  nothing big.  no one interviewed me nor was i&lt;br&gt;protesting or anything.  i was simply getting on the train like i do every&lt;br&gt;weekday after work.  the reason i bring this up is how i became some sort&lt;br&gt;of celebrity at work that whole morning.  everyone was like &amp;quot;awesome!  look&lt;br&gt;at you!&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;can i get your autograph?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;is that robert redford next to&lt;br&gt;you?&amp;quot;  (yeah - bob redford was on the front page too about some earth stuff&lt;br&gt;in chicago.)  and then everyone was telling me to get a bunch of copies and&lt;br&gt;telling me congrats on making a nationally known paper.&lt;p&gt;and now i shall input my blog&amp;#39;s infamous line - &amp;quot;GIMMIE A BREAK!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;first off - i didn&amp;#39;t DO anything.  i was just taking the train and some&lt;br&gt;dude took a pic of me that just happen to make the front page.  in&lt;br&gt;retrospect, if you interpreted the article with me as a rider, i should be&lt;br&gt;portrayed as someone that&amp;#39;s upset about paying more money to ride a train&lt;br&gt;that smells like urine on summer days or delays for 10 minutes before the&lt;br&gt;last stop cause of train congestion.  and stop giving me praise about&lt;br&gt;nothing.  big deal - someone at the newspaper said, &amp;quot;this kid looks like he&lt;br&gt;gives a damn about riding the chicago transit.  let&amp;#39;s put him on the&lt;br&gt;cover!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;and now i other infamous line - &amp;quot;DON&amp;#39;T GET ME WRONG&amp;quot; but i don&amp;#39;t mind being&lt;br&gt;on the cover.  it is a pretty cool thing and i&amp;#39;m not putting it down for&lt;br&gt;what it&amp;#39;s worth.&lt;p&gt;my static has to deal that it&amp;#39;s not worth as much as everyone makes it out&lt;br&gt;to be.  i&amp;#39;d rather have been on the cover for my documentary or my awesome&lt;br&gt;writing, but instead on on the cover cause i&amp;#39;m a train rider.  i&amp;#39;d probably&lt;br&gt;like it more so if i were quoted on how the hike bites the big one.&lt;p&gt;now i know what 15 minutes of fame feels like - literally.  this is NOT the&lt;br&gt;climax of my celebrity status but i guess all that hype made it feel like&lt;br&gt;something like that would never come again.  i beg to differ as i will push&lt;br&gt;to get my face on that cover again for something that i&amp;#39;ve done for mother&lt;br&gt;earth, whether it be film, writing, or being more outspoken.  ask me about&lt;br&gt;this again in 10 years...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-2316457760597821279?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/2316457760597821279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=2316457760597821279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/2316457760597821279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/2316457760597821279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2007/05/hey-sun-times-guy.html' title='hey, sun-times guy!'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-7825318119080915583</id><published>2007-05-25T12:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T12:18:51.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a current affair!</title><content type='html'>time is ticking and it feels like it&amp;#39;s going really, REALLY slow!  don&amp;#39;t&lt;br&gt;you hate the friday before a long weekend?  you&amp;#39;re stuck at work or school&lt;br&gt;and when it gets closer and closer to the end of the day, it feels like&lt;br&gt;time goes slower.  yeah, yeah - i know - don&amp;#39;t look at the clock or keep&lt;br&gt;busy cause then you won&amp;#39;t notice time fly.  but i always feel like i need&lt;br&gt;to know what time it is because it makes me know what&amp;#39;s going on at what&lt;br&gt;part of the day.  in other words - if my boss comes to me and asks me when&lt;br&gt;i sent that letter or important document out, i can say around 2 o&amp;#39;clock.&lt;br&gt;it&amp;#39;s more acceptable then saying - &amp;#39;i dunno - like earlier in the day.&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;it goes the same with people that read up on the newspaper or keep up with&lt;br&gt;current affairs.  it makes them sound smart when they talk about it.  it&amp;#39;s&lt;br&gt;true.  i did a personal experiment.  i&amp;#39;m a pretty savvy kid and have the&lt;br&gt;brains to keep up a conversation.  SO - one week, i decided to watch the&lt;br&gt;news every night and talk about it at work or with friends by the end of&lt;br&gt;the week.  the following week, i didn&amp;#39;t watch shiet and people would ask me&lt;br&gt;about things and i could only say, &amp;quot;really?  i didn&amp;#39;t catch that.&amp;quot; or &amp;quot;i&lt;br&gt;heard about that&amp;quot; but not really.  and the rest of my conversations sounded&lt;br&gt;more like human behavioral complaints or random, funny incidents that&lt;br&gt;happened through the week.  didn&amp;#39;t sound as smart as the news, but none the&lt;br&gt;less - something to carry the conversation.&lt;p&gt;so today&amp;#39;s lesson is to always know the time and news so you sound smart.&lt;p&gt;what time is it now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-7825318119080915583?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/7825318119080915583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=7825318119080915583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/7825318119080915583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/7825318119080915583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2007/05/current-affair.html' title='a current affair!'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-6568300240950136148</id><published>2007-05-22T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T11:15:03.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>leave me be</title><content type='html'>i think there&amp;#39;s some kind of invisible &amp;quot;f*ck you&amp;quot; sign on me that i can&amp;#39;t&lt;br&gt;see.  for some reason, people @ work have been kind of stand-off&amp;#39;ish.&lt;br&gt;like, &amp;quot;don&amp;#39;t talk to me&amp;quot; or &amp;quot;i&amp;#39;m not saying hello to you, b*tch&amp;quot; or &amp;quot;you&amp;#39;re&lt;br&gt;a waste of my time&amp;quot; (haha - circa previous post).  but really - i&amp;#39;ve been&lt;br&gt;really cheery and nice today cause it&amp;#39;s beautiful outside and i&amp;#39;d rather&lt;br&gt;like to become more upbeat at work.  i&amp;#39;ve somehow pigeonholed myself in the&lt;br&gt;past to be this d*ck at work that is seen as a &amp;#39;debbie downer&amp;#39; cause work&lt;br&gt;sucks.  WELL - lately i&amp;#39;ve wanted to change that cause 1. it takes more&lt;br&gt;energy to be a downer than it does to be upbeat and if you&amp;#39;re always a&lt;br&gt;downer, no one would want to be around you.  i&amp;#39;m a social butterfly outside&lt;br&gt;of work - why hide that?  2. less stress.  when you&amp;#39;re always grumpy or&lt;br&gt;down in the dumps, you&amp;#39;re always feeling blue and that there&amp;#39;s a cloud over&lt;br&gt;you.  i hate that feeling.  i felt like that everyday of my life when i was&lt;br&gt;in middle school.  i should be happier now a days - girlfriend, i&amp;#39;m&lt;br&gt;thinner, i&amp;#39;m making a movie, and my dayjob isn&amp;#39;t crazy difficult.&lt;p&gt;SO - i&amp;#39;m trying to be more upbeat at work and trying to make my &amp;quot;happiness&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;contagious.  however - today doesn&amp;#39;t seem to be so swell.  no one wants to&lt;br&gt;smile back at me or are irritable or just don&amp;#39;t feel like talking.  HOWEVER&lt;br&gt;- what&amp;#39;s throwing me off more so is that they&amp;#39;re more upbeat to other&lt;br&gt;people.  so this is why i&amp;#39;m wondering if maybe i have this personal f*ck&lt;br&gt;you sign that i don&amp;#39;t know about.&lt;p&gt;just one of the things i miss about jersey.  it was just easier to talk to&lt;br&gt;people for me there.  don&amp;#39;t know why - just was.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-6568300240950136148?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/6568300240950136148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=6568300240950136148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/6568300240950136148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/6568300240950136148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2007/05/leave-me-be.html' title='leave me be'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-2552179605364915329</id><published>2007-05-17T08:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T08:51:50.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wasting time</title><content type='html'>you know what&amp;#39;s a harsh phrase to hear?  &amp;quot;waste of time&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Like &amp;quot;That class was a waste of time&amp;quot; or &amp;quot;Talking to him/her was a waste of&lt;br&gt;time&amp;quot; or &amp;quot;STOP WASTING MY TIME!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;m almost positive I&amp;#39;ve used that phrase in my life, but these days when I&lt;br&gt;hear it and after knowing what people would rather use &amp;quot;that time&amp;quot; on&lt;br&gt;instead.  NO - it&amp;#39;s not a waste of time.  Your mind makes it a waste of&lt;br&gt;time cause you&amp;#39;re not taking it in for what it&amp;#39;s worth.  Am I losing you a&lt;br&gt;bit?  Okay - lemme backtrack a bit...&lt;p&gt;SO - me personally, I&amp;#39;ve been contraint w/time - always editing, running,&lt;br&gt;keeping up with social expectations (weddings, birthdays, etc.), upkeeping&lt;br&gt;the dayjob, taking care of my lady, and attempting to excel more than&lt;br&gt;expected in all areas.  All these things take time and yet I still try to&lt;br&gt;schedule new things or put new things on my plate.  And yes - I will admit&lt;br&gt;that I have encountered moments where it was a &amp;quot;waste of my time&amp;quot; because&lt;br&gt;it was something that I&amp;#39;ve already done or something I already knew or it&lt;br&gt;didn&amp;#39;t move me forward in the direction I wanted to go.  HOWEVER, in a&lt;br&gt;world where &amp;quot;everything&amp;#39;s in the mind,&amp;quot; if you take that step outta the box&lt;br&gt;and look at it from a far from normal point of view (or P.O.V. for you&lt;br&gt;acronym freaks), then you have to at least muster up a small string of new&lt;br&gt;knowledge from that experience.  Whether it be picking up on a different&lt;br&gt;human behavior or upkeeping a new relationship (a.k.a. networking) or even&lt;br&gt;hearing a different voice with a different opinion - it&amp;#39;s all relative to&lt;br&gt;something new.  Now unless you&amp;#39;re suffereing from a severe case of&lt;br&gt;consistant deja vu or memory relapse, experiences in life should be like&lt;br&gt;snow flakes or fingerprints.  Everything always depends on how you take it,&lt;br&gt;but to utter the phrase &amp;quot;waste of time&amp;quot; - well, did you really try to take&lt;br&gt;that moment for what it was worth??&lt;p&gt;Okay - let me stop wasting your time....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-2552179605364915329?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/2552179605364915329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=2552179605364915329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/2552179605364915329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/2552179605364915329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2007/05/wasting-time.html' title='wasting time'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-8073573698043289556</id><published>2007-05-09T14:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T14:01:04.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>myspace &amp; movie</title><content type='html'>i had this random dream a couple of night ago, but the only thing that came&lt;br&gt;out of it for me was this line that i could definitely use in a screenplay.&lt;br&gt;this infamous line is:&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;OH YEAH!  WELL, YOU&amp;#39;RE JUST JEALOUS CAUSE I&amp;#39;M GONNA BE ON AMERICAN&lt;br&gt;GLADIATORS AND YOU&amp;#39;RE NOT!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Isn&amp;#39;t that awesome??  continuing on....&lt;p&gt;i feel like it&amp;#39;s new work when you need to set time aside to update your&lt;br&gt;myspace layout.  isn&amp;#39;t that sad??  i mean, don&amp;#39;t get me wrong, i am guilty&lt;br&gt;of setting things up on myspace late at night and making it pretty for my&lt;br&gt;friends to check out.  i also try to get the right youtube video to post&lt;br&gt;up, as well as the right song to play on my profile.  the reason why i&amp;#39;ve&lt;br&gt;become addicted all over again is because i stopped using it for like 2 or&lt;br&gt;3 months, then i started using it up again.  See - i take these long spurts&lt;br&gt;between usage which is why i&amp;#39;m probably still active on that.  myspace is&lt;br&gt;also a really good networking tool - no joke.  i&amp;#39;ve used it to actually&lt;br&gt;meet people to interview for my documentary.  isn&amp;#39;t that wierd??&lt;p&gt;i&amp;#39;ll be posting up a new documentary teaser on this blog later today.&lt;br&gt;please check it out and please check out the website.  i&amp;#39;m almost done&lt;br&gt;w/this movie and it&amp;#39;s been so frickin grueling w/the editing that i&amp;#39;m&lt;br&gt;starting not to care about detailed things.  ugh - but gotta keep pushing&lt;br&gt;man!  that&amp;#39;s what puts people on top over others!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-8073573698043289556?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/8073573698043289556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=8073573698043289556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/8073573698043289556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/8073573698043289556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2007/05/myspace-movie.html' title='myspace &amp; movie'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-3931269773048961574</id><published>2007-05-02T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T09:05:00.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bills, bills, bills</title><content type='html'>sometimes i wish there were such thing as a 3 or 4 dollar bill.  there are&lt;br&gt;just those moments where you only have a 5, 10, or 20 and really need that&lt;br&gt;dollar bill to just buy a cup of coffee or pay toll.  wonder why that $2&lt;br&gt;bill didn&amp;#39;t fly?  probably the same reason the susan b. anthony $1 coin&lt;br&gt;didn&amp;#39;t fly.  Whatever this reason may be - my theory has to do with the&lt;br&gt;skulls - that underground hardcore fraternity that supposedly runs our&lt;br&gt;country.  i mean - their symbols are all over the $1 bill, right?  that&amp;#39;s&lt;br&gt;why the susan b. didn&amp;#39;t fly!  the $2 bill though, they probably didn&amp;#39;t like&lt;br&gt;the picture on the back.  ppffff - who wants to see a bunch of old dudes&lt;br&gt;signing a contract about our rights as citizens?!?!  bla - whatever -&lt;br&gt;anarchy rules!&lt;p&gt;continuing on:&lt;p&gt;this goes out to &amp;quot;Black Bear&amp;quot; - you know who you are!  you keep stalking me&lt;br&gt;on this blog.  the question here is - why aren&amp;#39;t you emailing me??  I&lt;br&gt;believe I was the last to send an email out, but you know how those Bears&lt;br&gt;get around this season.  Fillin their lungs up with brain cell killing&lt;br&gt;smoke to get that rejuvinated feeling that Dave Matthews IS THAT AWESOME!&lt;br&gt;i suggest you do google searches on the following, Black Bear:  Peggy Lee&lt;br&gt;Kirby, the children of William Morris, Officer Dacres, and the lost&lt;br&gt;recordings of WRLC&amp;#39;s 1110 Mix.  Good luck and I expect an email from you&lt;br&gt;FIRST (cause I don&amp;#39;t have an updated email addie).&lt;p&gt;lastly:&lt;p&gt;i found my OLD blog of like 4 years ago.  it&amp;#39;s quite amazing really:&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://kermit-j-frog.livejournal.com"&gt;http://kermit-j-frog.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;if you read into it, i&amp;#39;m way more crass, way more imaginative, and way more&lt;br&gt;out there than how I&amp;#39;ve been on this blog.  those were probably the days i&lt;br&gt;was unemployed and smoked crack - ah....those were the days.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-3931269773048961574?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/3931269773048961574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=3931269773048961574' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/3931269773048961574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/3931269773048961574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2007/05/bills-bills-bills.html' title='bills, bills, bills'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-8973361788053872323</id><published>2007-04-24T12:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T12:08:14.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i just called to say....</title><content type='html'>you know what&amp;#39;s true about life:  the saying &amp;quot;Outta sight, outta mind.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;When something is not always pressed against someone&amp;#39;s memory in visual&lt;br&gt;sense, it can easily be forgotten.  At first, there will be that&lt;br&gt;transitional phase where memory will be invoked to ponder a question of&lt;br&gt;one&amp;#39;s whereabouts, but after awhile our busy bee mentality takes over to&lt;br&gt;move forward.  we&amp;#39;re always moving these days and the people that don&amp;#39;t&lt;br&gt;keep up with us - well, they can just catch up at the next holiday&lt;br&gt;gathering.  isn&amp;#39;t that sad?  i&amp;#39;ve always found myself to be the master of&lt;br&gt;gatherings.  if a party was needed to get planned, i wouldn&amp;#39;t hesitate to&lt;br&gt;make calls and write quirky emails.  however, i stopped and along with that&lt;br&gt;- they stopped.  and then people moved forward.&lt;p&gt;i also moved forward, but can&amp;#39;t shake off that thinking of gathering&lt;br&gt;people.  however, i stop after i&amp;#39;ve written up something on email or i&lt;br&gt;don&amp;#39;t hit the dial button when i&amp;#39;m staring at a phone number in my cell&lt;br&gt;address book.  i stop because i become i think, &amp;quot;why should I (me, myself!)&lt;br&gt;be the one to call?  why can&amp;#39;t he/she/it call me??&amp;quot;  and then i play fight&lt;br&gt;in my head:&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;cause you&amp;#39;re better and you&amp;#39;re interested in what he/she/it is up to....&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;but if he/she/it were interested in what YOU were doing, why didn&amp;#39;t&lt;br&gt;he/she/it call YOU???  why is he/she/it better than you??&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;stop being selfish and see what happens...you haven&amp;#39;t seen/heard of&lt;br&gt;he/she/it in awhile....&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;if he/she/it doesn&amp;#39;t care, then i don&amp;#39;t care!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;and then my fight ends and nothing productive comes from it other than i&lt;br&gt;ended where i started.  and what saddens me more is hearing the words, &amp;quot;Man&lt;br&gt;- I haven&amp;#39;t seen you in a LONG time?  What have you been up to?  Can&amp;#39;t you&lt;br&gt;call sometime??&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Excuse me....what was that??  SO - it was acknowledged that there was an&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;outta sight&amp;quot; citing, but the &amp;quot;outta mind&amp;quot; part continued to keep it &amp;quot;outta&lt;br&gt;mind.&amp;quot;  maybe it&amp;#39;s just easier that way - that&amp;#39;s why.  why should we care?&lt;p&gt;AH- but really - why shouldN&amp;#39;T we care??  call someone up and tell&amp;#39;em you&lt;br&gt;love&amp;#39;em.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-8973361788053872323?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/8973361788053872323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=8973361788053872323' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/8973361788053872323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/8973361788053872323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-just-called-to-say.html' title='i just called to say....'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-7357326339702647876</id><published>2007-04-19T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T07:27:00.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>senior-itis</title><content type='html'>Here&amp;#39;s my little rant for today:  (I should just rename my blog - Little&lt;br&gt;Rant 101)&lt;p&gt;I went to the gym last night and after my run I wanted to do either&lt;br&gt;crunches or work on my back.  When I walked to the crunch benches - they&lt;br&gt;were all taken, so I moved to the thing to work on your back (it&amp;#39;s like a&lt;br&gt;diagonal gymnastics horse), but alas - they were all taken too!  So I&lt;br&gt;waited for the back thing and stood there for awhile.  And NOW MY RANT:  a&lt;br&gt;theme that I&amp;#39;m starting to see is senior citizens or elderly people to take&lt;br&gt;that status for granted.  Now don&amp;#39;t get me wrong - I love&amp;#39;em old folks and&lt;br&gt;dearly enjoy listening to the &amp;quot;old days&amp;quot; of how things use to be better.&lt;br&gt;Hell - I&amp;#39;m getting there myself and have been telling those type of stories&lt;br&gt;(it just sounds weird cause it&amp;#39;s about the 80&amp;#39;s).  But lately I&amp;#39;ve seen&lt;br&gt;these elderly people KNOW they can&amp;#39;t move as quick but aren&amp;#39;t considerate&lt;br&gt;of younger people.  In relation to my workout - an elderly lady was using&lt;br&gt;the back bench and i stood there and let her go at it for about 15 minutes.&lt;br&gt;you know what i saw - she would do 3 reps - stop - stand around - look&lt;br&gt;around - and then sit on the bench for like 2 minutes before she did&lt;br&gt;another 3 and then all that crap all over again!  She was on that thing for&lt;br&gt;30 minutes and probably only did 15 total reps.  I think what annoyed me&lt;br&gt;more was that she knew I was waiting.  Thank god another one opened up for&lt;br&gt;me to use.  I was so pissed, I did my 5 sets of 20 in like 5 minutes.&lt;p&gt;Another occasion - my gf and I were on the bus on the way home and it&lt;br&gt;wasn&amp;#39;t sincerely packed.  I know the front of the bus is reserved for&lt;br&gt;senior citizens and handicapped people, but obviously some people just like&lt;br&gt;to sit at the front of the bus.  We were watching as these two elderly&lt;br&gt;ladies, who were walking fine, came on board and looked at these 2 younger&lt;br&gt;girls sitting at the front.  &amp;quot;The leader&amp;quot; of this elderly couple of ladies&lt;br&gt;said to these girls &amp;quot;we&amp;#39;re seniors...&amp;quot;  In my head, that meant, &amp;quot;i&amp;#39;m old -&lt;br&gt;get the f*ck outta my seat!&amp;quot;  and the way she said it, I wouldn&amp;#39;t be&lt;br&gt;surprised if that&amp;#39;s what she meant.  Now that&amp;#39;s takin the &amp;#39;senior citizens&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt;status for granted!&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;m no old person hater, so don&amp;#39;t label me as uncaring or unsympathizing.&lt;br&gt;However, I am an observer of courtesy amongst people and some people just&lt;br&gt;take their status for granted.&lt;p&gt;SIDENOTE:  my wisdom tooth needs to get pulled....i&amp;#39;m hurting over&lt;br&gt;here.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-7357326339702647876?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/7357326339702647876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=7357326339702647876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/7357326339702647876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/7357326339702647876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2007/04/senior-itis.html' title='senior-itis'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-8964779686962603459</id><published>2007-04-11T13:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T13:53:04.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a can of coke</title><content type='html'>i don&amp;#39;t understand the people that need to announce everything they do&lt;br&gt;before they do it.  And to follow - I don&amp;#39;t understand the people that&lt;br&gt;reinforce the notion with supportive words to such a menial task.  For&lt;br&gt;example - &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m gonna go buy myself a can of coke.&amp;quot;  Followed by - &amp;quot;Way to&lt;br&gt;quench that thirst!&amp;quot;  Sometimes I think the people that say these things&lt;br&gt;are saying it to just listen to themselves speak.  However - I do digress&lt;br&gt;because I am guilty of the momentary bathroom break announcements that&lt;br&gt;overshares what actions will take place in the confines of &amp;quot;the moonhouse.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;But I&amp;#39;ve been better at this since I&amp;#39;ve turned 21 (7 years ago).&lt;p&gt;Maybe I&amp;#39;m just bitter at the people that feel that this type of dialogue is&lt;br&gt;necessary for a more open environment.  It sets ease and comfort to&lt;br&gt;everyone around so that no one is suddenly surprised that this person&lt;br&gt;appears out of nowhere with a coke.  &amp;quot;HEY!  Where&amp;#39;d you get that coke and&lt;br&gt;why didn&amp;#39;t you say anything?!&amp;quot;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-8964779686962603459?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/8964779686962603459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=8964779686962603459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/8964779686962603459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/8964779686962603459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2007/04/can-of-coke.html' title='a can of coke'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-1445540650037483290</id><published>2007-04-02T07:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T07:34:34.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"i just broke up &amp; i don't know if i should share or not"</title><content type='html'>i never know what to say to another dude when he&amp;#39;s just in passing, but he&lt;br&gt;drops a quick overshare of his relationship status.  Like I just went to&lt;br&gt;buy a bottle of water and a guy from work who&amp;#39;s on &amp;quot;work aquaintance&amp;quot; level&lt;br&gt;had to say, &amp;quot;Well, I&amp;#39;m single now.  So that&amp;#39;s okay.&amp;quot;  After all I said was,&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Hey - how&amp;#39;s it going?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Now w/insight like that, he&amp;#39;s sorta opening up to me but in another way,&lt;br&gt;he&amp;#39;s also releasing some feeling.  Sorta like the balloon metaphor for when&lt;br&gt;guys hold in feelings for too long.  He can either let out little bits&lt;br&gt;along the way or he can let it all blow out in one big release.  Then he&lt;br&gt;got into it a little bit more, &amp;quot;But everything&amp;#39;s okay, everything&amp;#39;s okay.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;This can be read as, &amp;quot;if i keep saying this, I&amp;#39;ll believe it and yes,&lt;br&gt;everything will be okay.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;I felt for him, so I tried to humor him by relating.  I tried to make him&lt;br&gt;truly feel okay w/relating situations.  I said, &amp;quot;Well, I&amp;#39;m still in a&lt;br&gt;relationship, so you&amp;#39;re pretty lucky.  We&amp;#39;re in the comfort zone, so it&amp;#39;s a&lt;br&gt;bit troubling.&amp;quot;  However, what I said was a little white lie cause it&amp;#39;s not&lt;br&gt;troubling and my relationship is actually pretty good since I&amp;#39;m completely&lt;br&gt;random and find comfort uncomfortable.  The good thing was that he smirked&lt;br&gt;and hopefully it made him feel just a pinch better.&lt;p&gt;SEE - guy&amp;#39;s have feelings too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-1445540650037483290?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/1445540650037483290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=1445540650037483290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/1445540650037483290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/1445540650037483290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-just-broke-up-i-dont-know-if-i-should.html' title='&quot;i just broke up &amp; i don&apos;t know if i should share or not&quot;'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-5902569804101085491</id><published>2007-03-30T12:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T12:18:35.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blogger love</title><content type='html'>you ever question your motives for getting ticked off?  sometimes its just&lt;br&gt;too much energy to stay angry at something/someone.  i&amp;#39;ve gotten to this&lt;br&gt;place where people get on my nerves because they do stupid things, but i&lt;br&gt;shrug my shoulders and say &amp;#39;whatever.&amp;#39;  in the past, i&amp;#39;ve corrected the&lt;br&gt;problem or told the person my opinion on the situation.  but after awhile,&lt;br&gt;peoples&amp;#39; old habits of being forgetful or being late or being negative get&lt;br&gt;played out.  sometimes you wish people weren&amp;#39;t as sensitive so you could&lt;br&gt;just say, &amp;quot;can you stop being (insert bad habit)!!  you know you have this&lt;br&gt;problem, so fix it!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;but yet again, we don&amp;#39;t live in that fantasy world where people realize&lt;br&gt;what&amp;#39;s wrong with themselves and they try their hardest to defeat it.&lt;br&gt;instead we live in a majority bad habit world with imperfections that we&lt;br&gt;need to learn to accept as &amp;quot;that&amp;#39;s just bob being bob&amp;quot; or &amp;quot;that&amp;#39;s okay -&lt;br&gt;just humor it.&amp;quot;  this goes back to a past entry where i b*tch about how&lt;br&gt;inventors are on missions to make us more lazy.  like america being the&lt;br&gt;most obese country, we&amp;#39;ve created the internet to look things up instantly.&lt;br&gt;and instead of talking to people and preaching methods of improvement, we&lt;br&gt;go on these website to complain on what we hate.  those daym bloggers!&lt;br&gt;haha  :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-5902569804101085491?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/5902569804101085491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=5902569804101085491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/5902569804101085491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/5902569804101085491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2007/03/blogger-love.html' title='blogger love'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-4538359892781040245</id><published>2007-03-23T13:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T13:18:58.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mental drain</title><content type='html'>this one time in my life i was all about accommodating to the masses as&lt;br&gt;much as possible.  i was &amp;quot;the planner&amp;quot; - the guy that got people together&lt;br&gt;to do things like have dinner, go bowling, watch movies, or just hang out.&lt;br&gt;emails, phone calls, and reminders would go out and i enjoyed it.  knowing&lt;br&gt;that people would be laughing and having a good time was always fun because&lt;br&gt;i was still part of it.  then i was also this &amp;quot;leader&amp;quot; - the one that&lt;br&gt;ordered the food and dealt with the collection of money at the end of the&lt;br&gt;meal.  the guy that had to do a headcount and make sure reservations didn&amp;#39;t&lt;br&gt;fall through the cracks cause someone was gonna be late.  the guy that&lt;br&gt;bought the movie tickets in advance cause he knew it would get sold out if&lt;br&gt;everyone waited on it.&lt;p&gt;and then i became tired.&lt;p&gt;it became nerve wrecking, stressful, and turned into extra work.  then&lt;br&gt;people started to take you for granted - telling you to plan this or that&lt;br&gt;event.  saying &amp;quot;what are you gonna plan for my birthday?&amp;quot; or &amp;quot;shouldn&amp;#39;t you&lt;br&gt;send out an email about the movie?&amp;quot;  it turned into a hassle and lost the&lt;br&gt;luster of just getting friends together.&lt;p&gt;so i stopped.&lt;p&gt;know what happen?  no one did anything.  no one wanted to take the time and&lt;br&gt;effort that i once endured to get everyone together.  so - people lost&lt;br&gt;interest.  people didn&amp;#39;t even stop to see what happen.  they just went&lt;br&gt;about their personal lives and would rather care about their own good being&lt;br&gt;than to create a plan for everyone to jump into.&lt;p&gt;and now, as selfish and conceded as it may seem, i wish there were someone&lt;br&gt;that acted like me.  i wish someone would take the time and effort to make&lt;br&gt;plans for everyone to hang out.  i do it every once and awhile, but now,&lt;br&gt;since it lost the regularity and spontaneity, things need to be planned&lt;br&gt;like 2 weeks in advance instead of happing in a couple of days.  we get&lt;br&gt;older and friends seem not to care or if you don&amp;#39;t put out any effort, they&lt;br&gt;look over what you&amp;#39;ve done in the past to compensate for it.&lt;p&gt;and then i became tired again.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-4538359892781040245?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/4538359892781040245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=4538359892781040245' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/4538359892781040245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/4538359892781040245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2007/03/mental-drain.html' title='mental drain'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-6939173186002158126</id><published>2007-03-20T13:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T13:33:47.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one liner</title><content type='html'>i like how diet coke prominantly states that it is NOT a significant source&lt;br&gt;of vitamin A, vitamin C, calcium, and Iron.  &amp;quot;you mean - vitamin C for Coke&lt;br&gt;doesn&amp;#39;t exist?&amp;quot;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-6939173186002158126?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/6939173186002158126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=6939173186002158126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/6939173186002158126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/6939173186002158126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2007/03/one-liner.html' title='one liner'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-6617458404291689621</id><published>2007-03-06T06:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T06:42:30.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my far fetch thought for the day</title><content type='html'>This was in the news this morning:&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;BEIJING (Reuters) -- Fearful of soaring Internet addiction and juvenile&lt;br&gt;crime, China has banned the opening of new Internet cafes this year, state&lt;br&gt;media reported on Tuesday.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;THOUGHTS:  Okay - so in making my documentary, obviously a question of&lt;br&gt;where our society is has occurred to me on multiple occassion throughout&lt;br&gt;each day that passes.  My thoughts are that scientists, inventors,&lt;br&gt;creators, and contributors to our world are pushing forward toward one&lt;br&gt;goal:  how to become as lazy as possible while still being productive.  Now&lt;br&gt;the thought may seem like an oxymoron (lazy producer or producing laziness)&lt;br&gt;, but I&amp;#39;m sure you get the gist here.  Although we&amp;#39;re in this phase of&lt;br&gt;technological advancement, somewhere down the universal evolution, there&lt;br&gt;may be a breakdown and we may find ourselves back to the basics.  Now you&lt;br&gt;may be thinking, &amp;quot;But J, how can that be?  We&amp;#39;re so well and smart and&lt;br&gt;always becoming better (in terms of technology).&amp;quot;  Well here&amp;#39;s a thought,&lt;br&gt;hot shot - not to use global warming as my political support, but as an&lt;br&gt;example of a global crisis, let&amp;#39;s say all our resources deteriorate and our&lt;br&gt;functionality that thrives off of energy runs down.  What we have left here&lt;br&gt;is nothing but our own will power as man.  Are we ready for something like&lt;br&gt;that?  Do you believe that every woman and man has the ability to survive&lt;br&gt;on his or her own skill and wit??  And yeah, this would be like the reality&lt;br&gt;show Survivor, but do I really sound like I&amp;#39;m far fetched here?  I think&lt;br&gt;not....&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;In terms of relating to the article at hand in the beginning of this post,&lt;br&gt;this could be the route that people need to test their will.  It&amp;#39;s a matter&lt;br&gt;of stopping the madness and strengthening the weak.  Asia has been the&lt;br&gt;forefront of technology and has pushed the electronics card further each&lt;br&gt;day.  They notice that there&amp;#39;s a problem and now they take measures to try&lt;br&gt;and accommodate to it.  Do you think America can do the same?  Can we&lt;br&gt;Americans have something taken away from us to be a test of where we stand&lt;br&gt;in terms of strength?  Can you take away our fast food, our golden age of&lt;br&gt;television, and our cars??  Would we be able to be a social, harmonizing&lt;br&gt;nation under a happy, moralistic belief like the goal of just being free?&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;I dunno man....I dunno....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-6617458404291689621?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/6617458404291689621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=6617458404291689621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/6617458404291689621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/6617458404291689621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-far-fetch-thought-for-day.html' title='my far fetch thought for the day'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-1588338347245461511</id><published>2007-02-26T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T09:03:33.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just a few things</title><content type='html'>I don&amp;#39;t understand why bosses at work say, &amp;quot;can you do me a favor?&amp;quot;  our&lt;br&gt;implied thought is &amp;quot;do i have a choice?&amp;quot; but our immediate answer is&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;uh-huh...&amp;quot; waiting like a dog for a command.  in latter months i&amp;#39;ve become&lt;br&gt;a little more agitated and annoyed at my job.  basically because the&lt;br&gt;monotony is getting on my nerves and my strive to move forward gets haulted&lt;br&gt;by lack of &amp;quot;more education&amp;quot; or lack of &amp;quot;more experience.&amp;quot;  two barriers&lt;br&gt;that i think are rubbish and should at least circumvent an interview for me&lt;br&gt;due to the fact that my resume says &amp;quot;pick me&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;other candidates are&lt;br&gt;fake.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;then again - these may be the specific reasons why i&amp;#39;m not getting&lt;br&gt;interviews.  geez - can&amp;#39;t anyone appreciate the truth?&lt;p&gt;martin scorsese has finally made me a happier oscar watcher.  not that i&amp;#39;m&lt;br&gt;not a happy oscar watcher to begin with.  i do admit to being an academy&lt;br&gt;whore, but whatever - we all have to strive for something.  mine is trying&lt;br&gt;to get the most wins on my oscar ballot.  anyways - this year&amp;#39;s festivities&lt;br&gt;has been probably the better ones in ages.  i was actually not surprised&lt;br&gt;that ellen degeneras did a kick ass job.  truthfully, i think she&amp;#39;s funny&lt;br&gt;and more truthfully - why did seinfeld present best documentary??  bad&lt;br&gt;choice and his material prior to the award was terrible, recycled jokes&lt;br&gt;that i&amp;#39;ve heard him tell before.  get back to the comedy clubs, jerry.&lt;br&gt;work on your art cause you were awesome at one time.  don&amp;#39;t fall off the&lt;br&gt;face of the earth and lose your street cred....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-1588338347245461511?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/1588338347245461511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=1588338347245461511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/1588338347245461511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/1588338347245461511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2007/02/just-few-things.html' title='just a few things'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-4276378716000518119</id><published>2007-02-08T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T09:28:12.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what's in a name</title><content type='html'>i really think that sometimes people say my name to just say my name.  my&lt;br&gt;first name is &amp;quot;jonald&amp;quot; (&amp;quot;like Donald with a &amp;#39;J&amp;#39;).  So i think that people&lt;br&gt;that i don&amp;#39;t talk to on a usual basis at work, like to randomly say my name&lt;br&gt;outloud because they usually don&amp;#39;t say a name like that.&lt;p&gt;i guess i can be guilty of the same process of randomocity.  however, my&lt;br&gt;delivery is a little different in that i like saying my friends&amp;#39; names the&lt;br&gt;way that their parents say it.  i think it has to do with my intricate&lt;br&gt;observation of words and accents (writer&amp;#39;s complex).  thus i tend to mimick&lt;br&gt;the accent when saying their name or call them by their nickname.&lt;br&gt;otherwise, i turn the whole process into ghetto lingistics and call the&lt;br&gt;person by his/her first initial - &amp;quot;Yo E!&amp;quot;  - said for someone named Eric,&lt;br&gt;Ed, or Ebinizer.&lt;p&gt;Anyhoo - maybe i&amp;#39;m just making an excuse for people just saying hello to me&lt;br&gt;in a kind manner and disregarding the fact that there are actually nice&lt;br&gt;people in the world.&lt;p&gt;hmmmm.....&lt;p&gt;nah - there&amp;#39;s no such thing as that!!  haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-4276378716000518119?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/4276378716000518119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=4276378716000518119' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/4276378716000518119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/4276378716000518119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2007/02/whats-in-name.html' title='what&apos;s in a name'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-2229727080656735930</id><published>2007-02-02T09:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T09:28:12.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>an email to my cousin</title><content type='html'>i was tellin my co-worker this story of when we were kids and when the&lt;br&gt;bears made it to the superbowl in &amp;#39;85.  chicago was really hyped up on it&lt;br&gt;and there was such a bigger buzz goin on compared to this year.&lt;p&gt;there was a big chicago bears layout in the newspaper and my sister was&lt;br&gt;showing it to me and you.  then she said, &amp;quot;which chicago bear are you?&amp;quot; and&lt;br&gt;then you immediately said, &amp;quot;refrigerator perry!&amp;quot; and she asked what number&lt;br&gt;he was and you said, &amp;quot;72!&amp;quot;  i remember i was upset cause i wanted to be the&lt;br&gt;fridge and he was the only jersey # i knew.  so when my sister asked me who&lt;br&gt;i wanted to be, i frowned and said, &amp;quot;jim mcmahon&amp;quot; but then when she asked&lt;br&gt;what # he was, i didn&amp;#39;t know.  i was upset for not knowing and feeling&lt;br&gt;kinda dumb.&lt;p&gt;so, this morning i texted my sister  - &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;M URLACHER! #54!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;even though i got it before you, she must think i&amp;#39;m wierd now.&lt;p&gt;i can never win.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-2229727080656735930?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/2229727080656735930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=2229727080656735930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/2229727080656735930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/2229727080656735930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2007/02/email-to-my-cousin.html' title='an email to my cousin'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-4831269181476135745</id><published>2007-01-31T12:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T12:43:40.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the latter</title><content type='html'>some thoughts:&lt;p&gt;-what wrong w/me liking justin timberlake&amp;#39;s music?  okay - the gay part of&lt;br&gt;it is that he was part of n&amp;#39;sync and he&amp;#39;s like the national coverboy for&lt;br&gt;bebop/tiger-beat magazine.  however, if you break down the aesthetics of&lt;br&gt;his last album, he worked with a major hip hop music producer - timbaland.&lt;br&gt;his work is somewhat parallel to michael jackson of the 70&amp;#39;s/early 80&amp;#39;s&lt;br&gt;(off the wall, thriller) which are by far the best albums and i believe is&lt;br&gt;still the biggest selling album ever.  and the shiet is danceable, chill,&lt;br&gt;and pushes further than his boy band period.  all i&amp;#39;m sayin is that -&lt;br&gt;sometimes you shouldn&amp;#39;t have to play into your mind what other people think&lt;br&gt;about your likes and dislikes.  if you like justin, a past american idol&lt;br&gt;winner, or any reality television show - f*ck it....admit it and let it be&lt;br&gt;your guilty pleasure, BUT don&amp;#39;t rag on somebody for having the taste that&lt;br&gt;they have.  respect opinions man.....&lt;p&gt;-how much should you play into your decisions based on &amp;quot;feeling bad?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;sometimes it&amp;#39;s annoying when people &amp;quot;feel bad&amp;quot; about not doing or doing&lt;br&gt;something that someone else would find offensive or rude.  gimmie a frickin&lt;br&gt;break!  so for the most part - things depend on the situation - and to this&lt;br&gt;I do consider weighing options and yes, &amp;quot;feeling bad&amp;quot; can play a role.&lt;br&gt;however, when you come to two ill advisable paths or moments of confusion&lt;br&gt;where nothing seems to be correct no matter which way you go - well, f*ck&lt;br&gt;it!  just choose what you WANT to do!  seriously!  if friends are friends,&lt;br&gt;they should understand your choice and no - you should not have to feel&lt;br&gt;like you&amp;#39;re sneaking behind them with your choice nor should you have to&lt;br&gt;lie for the sake of looking like a bad guy.  again - i do consider weighing&lt;br&gt;the option of playing to the situation at hand - whereas circumstances&lt;br&gt;could mean that lying is a safe way to avoid non-needed confrontation or&lt;br&gt;future awkward moments.  but in a magical world where no there is no&lt;br&gt;polical correctness and being blunt is actually speaking the real truth&lt;br&gt;instead of beating around an invisible bush - then you should just do what&lt;br&gt;you want to do in life without having to take into consideration of&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;feeling bad.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;and yes - that magical world does have a bad side where i&amp;#39;m fat, bald, have&lt;br&gt;bad skin, and am a bad writer (cause everyone&amp;#39;s blunt).  but you know what&lt;br&gt;- if people told me this in a blunt way a long time ago, my problems may be&lt;br&gt;being vain and acting like an over perfectionist  hhmmm.....which ones are&lt;br&gt;worse traits?&lt;p&gt;oscars are coming?  who do you think is winning?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-4831269181476135745?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/4831269181476135745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=4831269181476135745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/4831269181476135745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/4831269181476135745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2007/01/latter.html' title='the latter'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-4902036907377823220</id><published>2007-01-18T13:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T13:04:34.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what we do for electronics!</title><content type='html'>LOS ANGELES (Reuters) - A California radio station has fired 10 staff&lt;br&gt;members after a contest to drink as much water as possible to win a new&lt;br&gt;Nintendo Wii game console resulted in a woman&amp;#39;s death, a company spokesman&lt;br&gt;said on Wednesday.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Jennifer Strange, 28, a mother of three, died from water intoxication after&lt;br&gt;taking part in a &amp;quot;Hold your wee for a Wii&amp;quot; competition on a morning radio&lt;br&gt;show on Sacramento station KDND-FM Friday.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;She was one of about 20 contestants who tried to outdrink each other&lt;br&gt;without going to the toilet and was reported to have drunk about seven&lt;br&gt;quarts (6-1/2 liters) of water in a bid to win the Wii for her children.&lt;br&gt;She was the runner-up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-4902036907377823220?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/4902036907377823220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=4902036907377823220' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/4902036907377823220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/4902036907377823220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-we-do-for-electronics.html' title='what we do for electronics!'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-3419440973731244595</id><published>2007-01-16T07:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T07:30:53.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dreamweaver</title><content type='html'>you know what trips me out sometimes?  when you&amp;#39;re having a bad day but&lt;br&gt;still say or write in an email - &amp;quot;have a great day!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;i always thought it was natural instinct to wish badful ventures to someone&lt;br&gt;when you&amp;#39;re having a bad day, so you can at least feel better than someone.&lt;br&gt;(sarcastic thought)&lt;p&gt;so in good fashion of a wannabe screenplay writer/filmmaker, i watched the&lt;br&gt;golden globes last night.  anyone else see this?  anyone think brad and&lt;br&gt;angelina had a little spat in the limo before getting unto the red carpet?&lt;br&gt;angelina looked sorta pissy.  maybe she misses that good billy bob lovin&lt;br&gt;pre-red carpet.  brad seems to be more conservative in that fashion.&lt;br&gt;probably cause billy boy knew he couldn&amp;#39;t get anyone that hot again.&lt;p&gt;i&amp;#39;d like to give big ups to my idol - the filmmakers filmmaker - marty&lt;br&gt;scorsese.  the man&amp;#39;s a genius and has yet to get his hands on that baby&lt;br&gt;oscar.  with this golden globe win and in comparison to the frontrunner for&lt;br&gt;babel....his chances are way higher than the past couple of years.  my only&lt;br&gt;vice is that dirty harry is still playing the strong cards.  i&amp;#39;m tellin ya&lt;br&gt;- if you told me after watching clint eastwood work it with a chimpanzee in&lt;br&gt;the 80&amp;#39;s that he would go on to be this award winning director - i&amp;#39;d ask&lt;br&gt;you where you got those air jordan&amp;#39;s and how much you&amp;#39;re sellin your crack&lt;br&gt;for....cause seriously, in the past couple of years, that man came outta&lt;br&gt;nowhere.&lt;p&gt;warren got his hands on the cecil b. award last night.  my only comment -&lt;br&gt;why?  no offense - i think the dude&amp;#39;s cool and he did have his moments, but&lt;br&gt;seriously, i think y&amp;#39;all gave it up to him cause he&amp;#39;s been outta the game&lt;br&gt;for a long time and y&amp;#39;all wanted an upright citizen to give the award to.&lt;br&gt;warren even said in his speech that he hasn&amp;#39;t been in that many films and&lt;br&gt;it really is true.  the handful of films that were featured last night&lt;br&gt;were probably all the ones that he&amp;#39;s made.  there&amp;#39;s probably been 20 films&lt;br&gt;total in a career span of over 30 years.  maybe it is quality over&lt;br&gt;quantity, but the guy isn&amp;#39;t dead...maybe it should&amp;#39;ve gone to someone else&lt;br&gt;more deserving during a time period that movie making has been in a low.&lt;br&gt;even this year&amp;#39;s oscar race seems somewhat weaker as past years.  but with&lt;br&gt;this award show becoming history....watch...you&amp;#39;ll see the hype by all the&lt;br&gt;movies.  it&amp;#39;s like waterworks when the corporation takes control now.&lt;p&gt;i can venture to say that dreamgirls will pick up some extra viewing this&lt;br&gt;weekend.  this movie will definitely put eddie murphey back on the map that&lt;br&gt;he lost awhile back.  he&amp;#39;s been playin it safe with all those kiddie&lt;br&gt;movies, but nothing has returned to him since coming to america.  hopefully&lt;br&gt;this&amp;#39;ll be his ticket to better written roles.&lt;p&gt;this is all......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-3419440973731244595?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/3419440973731244595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=3419440973731244595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/3419440973731244595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/3419440973731244595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2007/01/dreamweaver.html' title='dreamweaver'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-7145061919743125587</id><published>2007-01-10T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T07:12:02.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>in other news....</title><content type='html'>WASHINGTON (Reuters) - Unbowed by public doubts, President George W. Bush&lt;br&gt;plans to announce on Wednesday that he will send about 20,000 more U.S.&lt;br&gt;troops to Iraq as part of a long-delayed shift in strategy in the unpopular&lt;br&gt;war. Bush&amp;#39;s plan may represent his last best chance to salvage the U.S.&lt;br&gt;mission in Iraq and turn around frustration with his handling of the war.&lt;br&gt;Administration officials said Bush will announce plans to deploy about&lt;br&gt;20,000 more U.S. troops to join 140,000 already in Iraq -- most to Baghdad&lt;br&gt;and 4,000 to volatile Anbar province.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;AND&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Many of Bush&amp;#39;s own Republicans expressed unease and a USA Today/Gallup poll&lt;br&gt;said Americans oppose the idea of increasing troop levels in Iraq by 61&lt;br&gt;percent to 36 percent.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;ME THINKS:&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;are you kidding me dude??  Here&amp;#39;s a common theme from the documentary&lt;br&gt;aspect of cinema.  From all the documentaries that I&amp;#39;ve watched for the&lt;br&gt;past year (fahrenheit 9/11, who killed the electric car, when the leeves&lt;br&gt;broke, enron: the smartest guys in the room, etc., etc.) the common theme&lt;br&gt;all have to do with how bush is f*ckin up.  NOW - whether you&amp;#39;re a donkey&lt;br&gt;or an elephant - you gotta admit that this war thing is going just a bit&lt;br&gt;too far and we need those kids back here.  it&amp;#39;s reported that 3,000 lives&lt;br&gt;have already been sacrificed in that relived vietnam fight.  is there even&lt;br&gt;an answer to this long debate?  come on man....think for a little bit about&lt;br&gt;what&amp;#39;s going on here and listen to the people.  we&amp;#39;re a democracy - aren&amp;#39;t&lt;br&gt;we?&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;IN OTHER THOUGHTS (non-political):&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;let&amp;#39;s talk about sports.  mcgwire doesn&amp;#39;t make it into the baseball hall of&lt;br&gt;fame because of the steroid era??  gimmie a break....it&amp;#39;s the past already.&lt;br&gt;work toward making the future better!  don&amp;#39;t hinder the people that&lt;br&gt;might&amp;#39;ve or might not have f*cked up in the past.  let me tell you&lt;br&gt;something about that specific time in social culture when baseball watchers&lt;br&gt;and non-baseball watchers were on their toes everytime sammy sosa and mark&lt;br&gt;mcgwire were at the plate.  i would be watching a television show and the&lt;br&gt;network would do picture-in-picture to show their specific up at the plate.&lt;br&gt;it was an unreal time.  and when either one of them smacked it outta there,&lt;br&gt;it was unreal!  bars would go crazy and jaws would drop on how far that&lt;br&gt;shiet would go.  they picked up baseball to another degree where i&amp;#39;ve never&lt;br&gt;seen it.  and yes, steroids was at question even at that time....but they&lt;br&gt;did something for baseball back then and when you think about it, they&amp;#39;re&lt;br&gt;really harming themselves for doing it.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;i dunno - maybe i&amp;#39;m just a softy and maybe i thought they did something&lt;br&gt;great for the culture of baseball, but don&amp;#39;t deny the guy from getting into&lt;br&gt;the baseball hall of fame.  didn&amp;#39;t you let pete rose in there for&lt;br&gt;gambling??  this is just my opinion and that&amp;#39;s that.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-7145061919743125587?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/7145061919743125587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=7145061919743125587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/7145061919743125587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/7145061919743125587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2007/01/in-other-news.html' title='in other news....'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-8366172953035630809</id><published>2007-01-05T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T15:46:39.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>those were the days</title><content type='html'>you know what i don&amp;#39;t get about regular joe movie watchers?  these days,&lt;br&gt;they&amp;#39;re so ready to critique a film - saying whether it&amp;#39;s good or bad and&lt;br&gt;if it&amp;#39;s worth their money - instead of trying to understand what the&lt;br&gt;director or the writer is saying.  before films, there was television and&lt;br&gt;even before that there were these things called books.  and wouldn&amp;#39;t you&lt;br&gt;know it - those things called books held stories.  words on pages that&lt;br&gt;people read to try and learn something that someone was saying.  AMAZING!&lt;br&gt;now - people take the cgi graphics and vast technology for granted to only&lt;br&gt;say what&amp;#39;s good or bad without walking away with the barebones of what a&lt;br&gt;movie is trying to say.  hey - even the bad movies have cliche lines and&lt;br&gt;trite situations that are still trying to tell you what&amp;#39;s good and bad in&lt;br&gt;the world.  the more sad part is that if i were to write up a movie about&lt;br&gt;what i&amp;#39;m saying, it&amp;#39;d be too cliche.  a movie about a screenplay writer&lt;br&gt;trying to figure out what movie goers like and dislike....every first&lt;br&gt;screenplay writers fallback.  too bad none of them were ever that great....&lt;p&gt;uh....maybe except Adaptation with Nic Cage and written by Charlie Kaufman.&lt;br&gt;Check it out.&lt;p&gt;that&amp;#39;s my rant for today......(well, at least on here...) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-8366172953035630809?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/8366172953035630809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=8366172953035630809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/8366172953035630809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/8366172953035630809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2007/01/those-were-days.html' title='those were the days'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-303547101128910518</id><published>2007-01-04T06:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T06:52:24.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>where are y'all??</title><content type='html'>ugh - i have a lot of anger in me lately.  don&amp;#39;t know why, just do.&lt;p&gt;sometimes i can&amp;#39;t take &amp;quot;stupid people.&amp;quot;  now don&amp;#39;t get me wrong, i do have&lt;br&gt;tolerance and patience for people and i must say that it is at a very high&lt;br&gt;mark to which i can deal with most.  however, sometimes you know someone&lt;br&gt;for so long that you know what they&amp;#39;re capable of and what they&amp;#39;re not&lt;br&gt;capable of.  what i&amp;#39;m starting to pick up on about some that is starting to&lt;br&gt;annoy me is how people will use their &amp;quot;innocence&amp;quot; for granted.&lt;p&gt;initiative people!!  a lot of times in life, you just need to grab the bull&lt;br&gt;by the horns and run with it.  take a chance and make some executive&lt;br&gt;decisions.  do NOT always ask questions and seek approval of everyone.&lt;br&gt;again, don&amp;#39;t get me wrong, as there are times where unanimous consent is&lt;br&gt;needed or feedback is in order so that improvement can help move forward.&lt;br&gt;BUT our world is mixed up with people that either don&amp;#39;t give you any&lt;br&gt;valuable input OR push your thoughts away while waiting for something&lt;br&gt;better to come along.  that right there is when you move it along yourself.&lt;br&gt;all you baby!&lt;p&gt;it gets super-duper annoying when you know someone is capable of making an&lt;br&gt;executive decision in a situation, but is not firm, has no spine, and a lot&lt;br&gt;of talk is what it is - a lot of talk!&lt;p&gt;i guess i&amp;#39;m just looking for some substance around me......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-303547101128910518?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/303547101128910518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=303547101128910518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/303547101128910518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/303547101128910518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2007/01/where-are-yall.html' title='where are y&apos;all??'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-6146018064107238329</id><published>2006-12-29T07:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T07:07:25.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>drunk</title><content type='html'>I&amp;#39;m not sure how this happens, but sometimes it does.  You ever wake up&lt;br&gt;still being drunk?  I went drinkin last night and got to bed drunk (not&lt;br&gt;sloppy, hammered, and vomiting but kindly buzzed with moments of&lt;br&gt;unnecessary laughter) then I woke up to get ready for work.  Came into work&lt;br&gt;and now it&amp;#39;s about 3 hours since I woke up....but yeah....still&lt;br&gt;light-headed and can&amp;#39;t walk that straight.  I could really use a nap and&lt;br&gt;all I want to drink is water.  This is really wierd....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-6146018064107238329?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/6146018064107238329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=6146018064107238329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/6146018064107238329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/6146018064107238329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2006/12/drunk.html' title='drunk'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-3745806066612929332</id><published>2006-12-28T07:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T07:23:57.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'>takin' a break from all your worries, sure would help alot</title><content type='html'>after installing at least 5 viewing times of the Christmas Story on TBS, an&lt;br&gt;extra 2 hours a night after work for last minute Christmas shopping 4 days&lt;br&gt;before the eve event, and listening to non-stop Christmas music 1 week&lt;br&gt;before the big day......STILL, STILL I TELL YOU - there&amp;#39;s no sense of&lt;br&gt;Christmas nostalgia in me.  It&amp;#39;s not like I dislike the event nor am I a&lt;br&gt;scrooge about giving people presents, but for me....the vibe has&lt;br&gt;disappeared.  Did it really snow on Christmas eve just 4 years ago that&lt;br&gt;made it seem so magical and now due to global warming all I can do is hope&lt;br&gt;that it doesn&amp;#39;t rain??  Do i neeeeed to have children in order to reassure&lt;br&gt;myself that i&amp;#39;m not some cold-blooded individual that has no sense of&lt;br&gt;feeling and thrive off of living vicariously through them??  is this just&lt;br&gt;another ongoing indication that i&amp;#39;m growing old and my mid-life crisis is&lt;br&gt;going to be pure hell if I feel like this now?&lt;p&gt;SO i had an idea, an epiphany, a metaphoric light bulb that&amp;#39;s suppose to&lt;br&gt;symbolize that my mind still works!  while being in the midst of filming my&lt;br&gt;documentary&lt;br&gt;(ahem....plug...*cough*.....http://www.thatasianthing.com....ahem! *cough*)&lt;br&gt;and in the words of Rocky Balboa (from the movie, &amp;quot;Rocky Balboa&amp;quot;) - &amp;quot;I&lt;br&gt;still got stuff in the basement,&amp;quot; - meaning that i&amp;#39;m still flowing with&lt;br&gt;that sweet adrenaline juice - i thought of this idea to make a&lt;br&gt;Santa-mentary.  NOW i&amp;#39;m not sure if i&amp;#39;d want to do this, but i think it&amp;#39;s a&lt;br&gt;good idea.  So the premise is much like a product of M. Night&amp;#39;s Signs and&lt;br&gt;the almost forgotten independent hit, Blair Witch Project.  I guess it&lt;br&gt;would be about people trying to find the truth behind Santa.  they would&lt;br&gt;travel to Antarctica and walk many, many miles in the freezing cold to get&lt;br&gt;to wherever the North Pole is supposedly located.  after walking through&lt;br&gt;the freezing snow, they pass out and this is where it turns into something&lt;br&gt;like Signs - these midgets come and rescue them.  Elves man!  Elves!!&lt;p&gt;I would think it would not be children appropriate as it would be pretty&lt;br&gt;scary, trippy, and surreal.  ALSO - i don&amp;#39;t think you ever actually see&lt;br&gt;Santa throughout the whole ordeal.  I think silhouettes, shadows, and quick&lt;br&gt;images of him throughout the flick would be cool.  this is completely in&lt;br&gt;documentary format.  i envision the beginning being this press conference&lt;br&gt;held by state officials about receiving classified footage that was sent to&lt;br&gt;them anonymously from the Antarctica.  maybe it was held by the FBI during&lt;br&gt;the 80&amp;#39;s and only now is being released (sorta like the John Lennon files&lt;br&gt;this past week).&lt;p&gt;It&amp;#39;s just an idea to bring hype back into Christmas.  It could work.  And&lt;br&gt;no - this wouldn&amp;#39;t be a comedy...it&amp;#39;d be like the Blair Witch - a fictional&lt;br&gt;documentary.  WE&amp;#39;LL SEE....&lt;p&gt;moving right along - the overhyped event of new year&amp;#39;s eve is approaching.&lt;br&gt;time to either be bored with your family or waste 200 bucks (entrance fee&lt;br&gt;for open bar &amp;amp; grub w/cab fare) on a forgotten drunken night.  joy to the&lt;br&gt;world!  be safe people and as always - wish for world peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-3745806066612929332?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/3745806066612929332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=3745806066612929332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/3745806066612929332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/3745806066612929332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2006/12/takin-break-from-all-your-worries-sure.html' title='takin&apos; a break from all your worries, sure would help alot'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-4732217924527380175</id><published>2006-11-28T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T20:45:08.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts</title><content type='html'>sometimes i think comedy is really who can annoy who the most.  if my&lt;br&gt;theory is right, the whole world is pretty hilarious.  HA!&lt;p&gt;10 year high school reunions are worth the 2 minutes right before you&amp;#39;re&lt;br&gt;about to walk into it.  every emotion that you&amp;#39;ve felt from graduating high&lt;br&gt;school to that very minute resurges.  your mentality is completely confused&lt;br&gt;and you feel like laughing, pissing, throwing up, and gizzing in your pants&lt;br&gt;all at once.  it all makes you want to turn around and not go back.  the&lt;br&gt;open bar is worth it if you take advantage of it.&lt;p&gt;boredom for me results into unnecessary productivity.  instead of doing&lt;br&gt;real work that needs to be done, i start work that i&amp;#39;ve never thought of.&lt;br&gt;3 days out of work and no plans has made me learn to stitch, fix a stereo&lt;br&gt;using a nail cutter, and all the new dance moves on that MTV.&lt;p&gt;work always continues whether you&amp;#39;re there or not.  the only thing that you&lt;br&gt;missed out on was the results of reality television shows that coworkers&lt;br&gt;are obsessed about.&lt;p&gt;updating my 401k and all my insurance plans makes me feel old.&lt;p&gt;sitting up straight can mask your obesity.&lt;p&gt;thanks for listening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-4732217924527380175?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/4732217924527380175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=4732217924527380175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/4732217924527380175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/4732217924527380175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2006/11/thoughts.html' title='thoughts'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-6464990185540260341</id><published>2006-11-15T08:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T08:47:24.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>kriss kross make ya wanna jump</title><content type='html'>i hate being the messenger!  Why is everyone so damn scared of a little&lt;br&gt;confrontation??  OKAY, okay....I will say that I am guilty of not starting&lt;br&gt;beef - HOWEVER, what I do hate is becoming the mediator when someone is too&lt;br&gt;scared to say how they feel.  What upsets me more is when it&amp;#39;s between 2&lt;br&gt;people that know each other very, very well and I would venture to say that&lt;br&gt;no matter the outcome, status of friendship would probably stay intact.&lt;br&gt;Then speak your frickin mind, man!&lt;p&gt;Continuing with that, is it me or has there been a huge upscale rise in&lt;br&gt;spam emails??  How did they find us?!?!?  How do these people get paid and&lt;br&gt;why are they out there?  Because their spam emails about viagra are just as&lt;br&gt;dangerous as a hacker throwing you a virus.  You click on that email and&lt;br&gt;open up any attachments just cause you think you can get a discount of&lt;br&gt;p*nis erection longevity and then you&amp;#39;re screwed.  HA - i guess literally&lt;br&gt;if it really is about p*nis erection longevity.  SPAM GUYS - give it up&lt;br&gt;man.  Stop tricking the 12 year old boys about what&amp;#39;s more important in&lt;br&gt;relationships with women.&lt;p&gt;Transitioning from that - just love your women, man.  Treat them with the&lt;br&gt;utmost respect and if you feel like something is missing, something is&lt;br&gt;wrong, or something isn&amp;#39;t working in the relationship....just hit the reset&lt;br&gt;in your head and remember why you fell in love.  Mental chaos is difficult&lt;br&gt;to overcome and the stronger ones are the ones who can make it work.  And&lt;br&gt;remember - just don&amp;#39;t become the messenger.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-6464990185540260341?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/6464990185540260341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=6464990185540260341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/6464990185540260341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/6464990185540260341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2006/11/kriss-kross-make-ya-wanna-jump.html' title='kriss kross make ya wanna jump'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-116314306647785508</id><published>2006-11-09T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T09:58:31.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>democrats</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to whom it may concern,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;to whom it may concern - how are you?  what have you been up to?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;to whom it may concern - narrow and pessimistic point of view to follow.&lt;br /&gt;it's all really a crock full of sh*t and everyone seems so frickin fake.&lt;br /&gt;gimmie some daylight and a room full of straight people that have the&lt;br /&gt;mentality of stereotypical flamboyant homosexuals (...that's cause they're&lt;br /&gt;the only people that speak their minds with no disregard).  if we lived in&lt;br /&gt;a better world, i wouldn't need to hold back from telling a person how to&lt;br /&gt;parent their child.  if we lived in a better world, i wouldn't have to hold&lt;br /&gt;back from telling anyone that interrupts me that I haven't finished my&lt;br /&gt;thought yet.  If we lived in a better world, there would be gizmos and&lt;br /&gt;gadgets that can give evaluations for what you're worth to human society&lt;br /&gt;and place you in the correct job through your wants and needs.  God forbid&lt;br /&gt;that you go along with the grain and stay stuck in a job that "just pays&lt;br /&gt;the bills" or is "something to do."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;to whom it may concern - WAKE UP, the sleeping people and get them out of&lt;br /&gt;their shells.  Let them live lives that push evolution and make multiple&lt;br /&gt;memory books that turn into history books.  Stand with objectivity to&lt;br /&gt;figure out what is wrong and DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT!  Stop complaining with&lt;br /&gt;words that have no substance because saying "this sucks" or "i wish"&lt;br /&gt;doesn't move anyones feet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;to whom it may concern - get us out of this commercial break and let us&lt;br /&gt;watch better stories.  cut the fat and serve the meat cause what we need is&lt;br /&gt;life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;to whom it may concern - i'm tired and i know others are too.  are you&lt;br /&gt;tired?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;to whom it may concern - write back when you can!  see you in september!&lt;br /&gt;have a great summer!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-116314306647785508?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/116314306647785508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=116314306647785508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/116314306647785508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/116314306647785508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2006/11/democrats.html' title='democrats'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-116256792441537765</id><published>2006-11-03T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T09:58:31.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>VOTE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to take this opportunity to tell anyone out there reading&lt;br /&gt;this - PLEASE GO OUT &amp;amp; VOTE ON TUESDAY,NOV. 7th!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;I'm not going to tell you how to which way to vote, but I will tell you my&lt;br /&gt;personal knowledge as a novice political activist.  When I first came out&lt;br /&gt;of college 5 years ago, my only thoughts of politics were that Bush was bad&lt;br /&gt;and war stinks.   Present day - not much has changed.  But whatever -&lt;br /&gt;Republican or Democratic, the following is more of a push on voting.  I&lt;br /&gt;just wanted to reiterate that I didn't know much coming  out of college.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I'm more involved with my surroundings and the society around me.&lt;br /&gt;Not to say that it's because of maturity, but because our voting really&lt;br /&gt;does trinkle down to us personally.  You may not think that 1 out of a&lt;br /&gt;jillion can do much...but dag nab it, IT DOES!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Things like health care, the economy, and environmental issues all  play a&lt;br /&gt;role by the way votes are counted.  These are the basics people!  There are&lt;br /&gt;laws passed and the people that vote on these laws are the people that we&lt;br /&gt;vote for because we believe in  their vision of what is good and bad.  We&lt;br /&gt;like the way they think and we want them to represent us because we believe&lt;br /&gt;that he/she will do a good job of taking care of our needs.  Coming out of&lt;br /&gt;college, you may not be so aware because (like me personally) you probably&lt;br /&gt;want to get your own situation settled in.  A secure job that you like with&lt;br /&gt;benefits and the right distance for commute.  The pay needs to be able to&lt;br /&gt;help you clear off some of that debt and be able to give you loot to party&lt;br /&gt;with.  WELL - see right there!  Those common things are carried out and&lt;br /&gt;controlled by our voting.  Jobs= economy, benefits=health care, and even&lt;br /&gt;socially activity is equal to the little laws of where bars are built,&lt;br /&gt;smoking or non-smoking, and security w/liquor licenses.  There's so much&lt;br /&gt;behind everything we do that in order to make sure every bit of it runs&lt;br /&gt;smoothly, we need to have smart people that go out and ROCK THE VOTE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;SO PLEASE - GO OUT AND VOTE!! EVERY BIT COUNTS!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;go and google your county's  voting info.  Thanks..........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-116256792441537765?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/116256792441537765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=116256792441537765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/116256792441537765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/116256792441537765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2006/11/vote.html' title='VOTE!'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-116170801762277612</id><published>2006-10-24T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T09:58:31.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a gala apple</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;BERLIN (Reuters) - A 59-year-old German man who has spent the last 34 years&lt;br /&gt;in jail has turned down offers to be let out, an official said Saturday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;"He rejected an offer to leave in 1992," Thomas Melzer, a spokesman for the&lt;br /&gt;Brandenburg state justice ministry, told Bild newspaper. "We can't do&lt;br /&gt;anything if someone sentenced to life in prison doesn't want to leave."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;The man, identified only as Gerold H, was convicted of murder and sentenced&lt;br /&gt;to life imprisonment in 1972 when the area was part of communist East&lt;br /&gt;Germany.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;German prisoners have no obligation to agree to leave jail before their&lt;br /&gt;sentences have been completed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;BLOG NOTE:  SO - this is pretty interesting.  Any thoughts as to why he&lt;br /&gt;won't come back to the outside world?  Maybe he knows how f*cked up it can&lt;br /&gt;be and doesn't want to deal with all the hustle and bussle of "surviving."&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, like in my previous post, he's found content in staying where he is&lt;br /&gt;and molding his mind to be a machine.  He's probably not ready just yet and&lt;br /&gt;needs a couple of more years before he can implement his plan to take over&lt;br /&gt;the world.  You never know what these inmates are thinking while cooped up&lt;br /&gt;in the joint and all they have are these books and their minds.  I'd&lt;br /&gt;probably have 3 screenplays written out if I were in jail for the past 5&lt;br /&gt;years.  (i say only 3 cause those would only be the well-written ones as&lt;br /&gt;opposed to the 20 or 30 half-written or poorly written ones that i started&lt;br /&gt;along the way.)  Maybe he's scared to know what's going on with the world&lt;br /&gt;and his mind is too weak to conform to today's culture.  It always seems to&lt;br /&gt;be a shell shock even when you travel to another country.  Maybe he feels&lt;br /&gt;really guilty and knows that no form of punishment can truly cleanse his&lt;br /&gt;sin.  He's not one to committ suicide, so he waits till the lord takes him&lt;br /&gt;away.  Sometimes those jail birds can get freaky religious on ya.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;What would you do if you've been in jail for at least 30 years and are&lt;br /&gt;allowed to leave?  And if you did leave, how would you get back into the&lt;br /&gt;swing of things?  Interesting......no?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-116170801762277612?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/116170801762277612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=116170801762277612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/116170801762277612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/116170801762277612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2006/10/gala-apple.html' title='a gala apple'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-116119614287352488</id><published>2006-10-18T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T09:58:31.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>questionnaires</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what happens to a man when he seems to be content?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;isn't our life long goal to actually reach a state of happiness?  well -&lt;br /&gt;what if our constant desire is to never be satisfied?  doesn't that make us&lt;br /&gt;stop what we're doing in life?  in other words - if man actually did reach&lt;br /&gt;a sense of satisfaction, then what the hell does he do for the rest of his&lt;br /&gt;life?  does he keep on doing whatever routine he's kept on doing for the&lt;br /&gt;past 10 years to blind him of happiness?  now don't get me wrong - if&lt;br /&gt;someone tells me that he/she is completely happy and nothing is wrong with&lt;br /&gt;his/her personal world, who am I to rain on anyone's parade?  might as well&lt;br /&gt;make the best of it and say "happy birthday" or "merry christmas" everyday!&lt;br /&gt;however, our society is only recently waking up to becoming more&lt;br /&gt;pro-active.  there was a stink not long ago when culture was more dingy and&lt;br /&gt;not caring....but it's wierd because it was cool to be like that.  NOW -&lt;br /&gt;its become more action packed and non-stop multi-tasking.  it's cool to&lt;br /&gt;have your computer and television on at the same time while texting someone&lt;br /&gt;and taking notes on your blackberry as you're wearing your headset, waiting&lt;br /&gt;for someone to call.  what i'm afraid of is that billy joe down in&lt;br /&gt;never-hear-of-it, nebraska is living his life on a farm and has found&lt;br /&gt;happiness while ben chang is consistantly trying to accommodate to people's&lt;br /&gt;needs whilst still searching for his own stress-free world.  NOW - you tell&lt;br /&gt;me though - if a man is so content in either one of those societies (fast&lt;br /&gt;paced or grazin' raisin), then shouldn't he just lay on bed for the rest of&lt;br /&gt;his life like an olf and die with a smile on his face?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;doesn't seem likely because i believe god made us to always have a want or&lt;br /&gt;a need as part of our characteristic.  if that ever dies out in someone,&lt;br /&gt;then that metaphor of dying out becomes literal.  it's sad.  we'll never&lt;br /&gt;really find happiness people!  things will make us happy....but to be&lt;br /&gt;completely, utterly and non-needing ...well, you better wake up out of&lt;br /&gt;never, neverland cause michael jackson will show you the thriller when you&lt;br /&gt;least expect it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;there's your cent short of 3.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-116119614287352488?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/116119614287352488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=116119614287352488' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/116119614287352488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/116119614287352488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2006/10/questionnaires.html' title='questionnaires'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-116040296416749994</id><published>2006-10-09T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T09:58:31.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lotus notes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"that's so funny."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;you ever hear someone say that without laughing?  i'd like to raise my hand&lt;br /&gt;and not only admit to hearing it, but also admit to demonstrating the same&lt;br /&gt;gesture.  sometimes you know it's funny, but it's not THAT funny that&lt;br /&gt;laughter is needed, so you simply say those 3 words to parlay the thought.&lt;br /&gt;it's actually a two-sided thought.  1.) depending on delivery context, it&lt;br /&gt;can be somewhat condescending and sarcastic to show that something is&lt;br /&gt;actually not funny at all or 2.) the joke, not being SO funny to puncture&lt;br /&gt;the nerve of laughter, is still understood by the recipient to be in&lt;br /&gt;humorous content and therefore gets props in this fashion for its&lt;br /&gt;acknowledgement.  i just wanted to bring it up to speed and let people know&lt;br /&gt;that i hear what you're saying and when you tell me something is funny but&lt;br /&gt;aren't laughing, it makes me ponder the thought if it's really funny or&lt;br /&gt;not.  i'd rather get the number 2 reason over the number 1 thought of just&lt;br /&gt;saying "that's funny" because it really isn't funny and it's in everyone's&lt;br /&gt;mentality to be the sarcastic son-ova-b*tch that we are.  and post note&lt;br /&gt;that - i am sarcastic too and yes, i too am guilty of quoting the sentence&lt;br /&gt;i've begun this blog with.  the end on this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;NEXT ---&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;"the departed" directed by martin scorsese.  my name is j. reyes and i am a&lt;br /&gt;marty scorsese whore.  i think the man is god and even think the bad movies&lt;br /&gt;have their moments of shining as well.  you just have to look at it from a&lt;br /&gt;different angle.  anyhoo - i urge you and deeply suggest that you watch&lt;br /&gt;this movie.  make THIS movie stay in the top spot for longer than one month&lt;br /&gt;and remind people that we still love the cinema in theaters and that dvd's&lt;br /&gt;and home entertainment systems shouldn't take away our film experience.&lt;br /&gt;this is by far the best movie i've seen in a theater in a LONG, LONG time&lt;br /&gt;and not to be biased because i've admitted to being a scorsese fan, but to&lt;br /&gt;be objective and a professional film snob - this is seriously, by far, the&lt;br /&gt;best film i've seen in probably 2 years (....only talking about theater&lt;br /&gt;experiences).  yes - i know it's based on a hong kong film entitled&lt;br /&gt;"infernal affairs" to which i've watched and say that the storyline was&lt;br /&gt;quicker and shot selections were faster, but marty stretches it out more&lt;br /&gt;and adds his personal twist to his version.  i've watched and studied this&lt;br /&gt;man direct for so long that you can tell his style.  the simple side swing,&lt;br /&gt;mixed with a rock song from the 70's or 80's with quick shot selections.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;i WILL say this in negative light - to show that i'm still thinking outside&lt;br /&gt;of the whore box - is he making cinema too easy for the younger folk with&lt;br /&gt;his simple symbolism?  there are a few moments that stick out which make it&lt;br /&gt;too easy to be a film student.  per se the guy's a rat, you say he's a rat,&lt;br /&gt;and SO let's show a rat on the screen.  this guy's the bad guy, he's like&lt;br /&gt;the devil, SO let's make him look like a devil by using red and&lt;br /&gt;demonstrating a sense of evil.  what's up with that?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;BUT i still loved it.  3 hours completely unwasted and no chance of sleepy&lt;br /&gt;eye.  nothing dragged, nothing was drawn out, and nothing was completely&lt;br /&gt;over embellished.  WELL....let me take that last one back.  certain things&lt;br /&gt;were embellished but i think in a light where it was overdone to make a&lt;br /&gt;statement to the viewer.  in case you know things like that or not......if&lt;br /&gt;not, don't worry about it and just go about enjoying your movie experience&lt;br /&gt;with your date.  ANYHOO - go watch this movie NOW!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;the end.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-116040296416749994?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/116040296416749994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=116040296416749994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/116040296416749994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/116040296416749994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2006/10/lotus-notes.html' title='lotus notes'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-116006317670224065</id><published>2006-10-05T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T09:58:31.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>an avon calendar</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night I was tortured by my aunts to watch Dancing with the Stars.  not&lt;br /&gt;a fan of reality television and only watch it when being forced to by other&lt;br /&gt;people in the room (...usually free food will get me in these situations),&lt;br /&gt;I was mesmorized at how the format is just like American Idol but for&lt;br /&gt;dancing.  And this is why American Idol is one of the better reality&lt;br /&gt;television shows, along with Survivor and Dancing with the Stars - because&lt;br /&gt;it's really a higher scale of a game show and not more of an edited formula&lt;br /&gt;to create over embellished drama.  that's why i'm not a fan of real world&lt;br /&gt;or big brothers....however, it can get too far when it gets too cheesy,&lt;br /&gt;like the bachleor or joe schmoe, etc., etc.  AND yes, those other reality&lt;br /&gt;t.v. show game show type deals can get terrible too - just look at anything&lt;br /&gt;on MTV.  however, american idol, dancing w/the stars, and survivor....i&lt;br /&gt;guess they've hit some sort of formula to know how to entice the audience&lt;br /&gt;and keep them coming back for more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;ANYHOO - just watching it last night i already know who won.  a.c. slater's&lt;br /&gt;got it in the bag.  no fair.  the kid use to be on kids incorporated, which&lt;br /&gt;was a song and dance show for children.  and then he was on saved by the&lt;br /&gt;bell doing all the dance moves and shiet.  gimmie a break.  he's already a&lt;br /&gt;dancer by nature.  the only other person i think that could beat him is&lt;br /&gt;emmit smith and that's because he was one of the greatest running backs to&lt;br /&gt;ever play the game.  he's got the fancy footwork.  my only question is -&lt;br /&gt;how can you leave ali landry dude?  you're a dumbass.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;scorsese's new flick is based on a hong kong film.  i'm watching it before&lt;br /&gt;i dip into The Departed.  i think i'm going to build a scorsese collection.&lt;br /&gt;amazon used section is calling my name.  i love it.  goodfellas collector's&lt;br /&gt;edition - here i come!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;my birthday is on monday....old.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-116006317670224065?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/116006317670224065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=116006317670224065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/116006317670224065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/116006317670224065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2006/10/avon-calendar.html' title='an avon calendar'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-115921009514205073</id><published>2006-09-25T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T09:58:31.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>orange spice tea</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weather does not permit me the freedom to choose on my exercise preference.&lt;br /&gt;i like to run.  i started running about a year ago and can now bust out 5&lt;br /&gt;miles without thinking any different about it.  the only thing that stops&lt;br /&gt;me from consistently maintaining that adrenaline rush is the fact that&lt;br /&gt;outdoor weather is retarded.  it's the extremity of hots and colds that i&lt;br /&gt;know chicago to be.  ever since i've moved here, this midwest machine of&lt;br /&gt;wierd weather has placed a never ending question mark for anyone that's&lt;br /&gt;ever asked me "how's the weather like out there?"  unless i'm outside, i&lt;br /&gt;recommend just going to weather.com and finding out yourself.  use 60645&lt;br /&gt;and you'll know what's going on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;moving right along - i FINALLY watched motorcycle diaries.  i must say that&lt;br /&gt;there were parts in the movie that completely invigorated me to just go&lt;br /&gt;outside and drive without turning back.  i'd love to explore this vast&lt;br /&gt;nation i'm on and make it all that it's worth.  everyone is always saying,&lt;br /&gt;"i'd love to travel over seas to [insert your own european dream]."&lt;br /&gt;whereas i'm on the contrary and would like to find all the little nooks and&lt;br /&gt;cranies that you don't know america has to offer.  i'm no patriotic son&lt;br /&gt;o'va b*tch, but what i am is someone that adds more value to what it's&lt;br /&gt;worth.  the south, east/west, and even the midwest --  all the states&lt;br /&gt;located in these geographical locations of the nation have their own&lt;br /&gt;personal flavor and i'm sorry - but truthfully, being a tourist and just&lt;br /&gt;looking at photographic, travel channel, commercialized memories does NOT&lt;br /&gt;enculture you to know better of the people.  because honestly, the PEOPLE&lt;br /&gt;is what makes a town the town.  there are different cultural standards and&lt;br /&gt;etiquettes that you just don't know exist.  i'm from rutgers university and&lt;br /&gt;there's even a rutgers form of etiquette or knowledge.  not everyone knows&lt;br /&gt;what a fat cat is, or that rutgers played the 1st collegiate football game,&lt;br /&gt;or that lauryn hill went to rutgers-newark, or that kristen davis use to&lt;br /&gt;perform at the george street playhouse, or that jonald reyes learned cinema&lt;br /&gt;studies there.  SEE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;every place has that certain j'ou no say qua.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;i'm getting older as i type....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-115921009514205073?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/115921009514205073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=115921009514205073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/115921009514205073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/115921009514205073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2006/09/orange-spice-tea.html' title='orange spice tea'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-115868102174154897</id><published>2006-09-19T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T09:58:30.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bukowski print out</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eyes have opened up to charles bukowski.  if you don't know - i suggest&lt;br /&gt;you do because i think i've found my supernova.  this man will release my&lt;br /&gt;weariness of a writer's block.  already reading 2 excerpts online makes me&lt;br /&gt;want to write for an eternity.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;that's all i need to say.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-115868102174154897?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/115868102174154897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=115868102174154897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/115868102174154897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/115868102174154897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2006/09/bukowski-print-out.html' title='bukowski print out'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-115824249321157647</id><published>2006-09-14T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T09:58:30.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my black and white mug of cafe mocha</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you think the crocodile hunter deserved it?  i was watching msnbc last&lt;br /&gt;night and they had a debate on the crocodile hunter getting killed.  first&lt;br /&gt;off, i personally don't think people deserve to die unless they have mental&lt;br /&gt;issues where they've killed off heads, but sometimes you have to pay the&lt;br /&gt;piper when you play with fire.  SO - i can see the debate.  one guy was&lt;br /&gt;saying that he had it coming to him cause he provoked the stingray.  the&lt;br /&gt;other was sayin that he's a professional and that something got f*cked up&lt;br /&gt;in the way it was done.  i personally think that the crocodile hunter's got&lt;br /&gt;a frickin huge set of cajones.  i don't think he deserves to die and wish&lt;br /&gt;he hadn't because he helped make the animal planet channel what it is&lt;br /&gt;today.....but he was playing with a huge fire, so to do something as&lt;br /&gt;dangerous as he was for so long....well, something was bound to happen.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;ANYHOO - i don't watch reality television cause i'm a writer at heart.  at&lt;br /&gt;least i try not to which is difficult in our world today cause everything&lt;br /&gt;is reality television.  ACTUALLY - good t.v. is back again with the one&lt;br /&gt;hour drama shows (lost, 24, etc.) but the #1 show is still american idol.&lt;br /&gt;so you do the math.  anyway, the point is that tonight is the debut of the&lt;br /&gt;new season of Survivor.  my friend, jenny, from glenview, IL is part of the&lt;br /&gt;Asian-American tribe.  isn't that a coincident?  she gets on a highly&lt;br /&gt;acclaimed reality show that provoking the racial card and i'm doing a&lt;br /&gt;documentary on the low impact of asian americans in mainstream culture.&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER, i don't know if i should interview her.  of course she's a fine&lt;br /&gt;fit to the doc, but she's also my friend and i haven't put too much air&lt;br /&gt;time of any of my other friends in the movie.  i don't&lt;br /&gt;know....whatever....i'll figure it out later.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;right now, i'd just like to wish her luck and hope she does well.  good&lt;br /&gt;luck jenny!  watch survivor guys and support her instead of your own race!&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-115824249321157647?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/115824249321157647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=115824249321157647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/115824249321157647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/115824249321157647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-black-and-white-mug-of-cafe-mocha.html' title='my black and white mug of cafe mocha'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-115798538013059046</id><published>2006-09-11T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T09:58:30.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>flag desktop</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the days of chilly and nippy weather are up and about in the windy city.&lt;br /&gt;summer days have already been missed as tempertures level off around the 60&lt;br /&gt;degree mark.  autumn returns and my allergies have made me not breathe&lt;br /&gt;again.  ugh....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;yesterday i watched that 9/11 documentary on cbs.  (no, not the harvey&lt;br /&gt;keitel movie on abc.)  this was completely and utterly unreal!  it's the&lt;br /&gt;one with the french filmmakers who were originally documenting what it was&lt;br /&gt;like to be a new york firefighter and what the newbies go through.  i was&lt;br /&gt;explaining to my coworker of how you knew what happen "that day" and how&lt;br /&gt;each part of the documentary was a jaw dropping, "oh shiet" moment.  like&lt;br /&gt;you were waiting for when each plane would hit.  AND no matter how many&lt;br /&gt;times i've seen the footage - it's always so unbelievable.  always, always,&lt;br /&gt;always......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;so this is for nine-eleven!  today is patriot's day (which makes me think&lt;br /&gt;of when this exactly became a named day...???).  wave a flag and have some&lt;br /&gt;pride!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-115798538013059046?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/115798538013059046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=115798538013059046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/115798538013059046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/115798538013059046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2006/09/flag-desktop.html' title='flag desktop'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-115774406978533869</id><published>2006-09-08T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T09:58:30.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rubber band</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate when i send out like 20 to 30 emails but only get a handful of&lt;br /&gt;responses back or even none at all.  makes me feel like the work i did&lt;br /&gt;sucked nutz and it didn't mean anything at all.  however, in this line of&lt;br /&gt;public relations (for the documentary), it's pretty important to keep on&lt;br /&gt;pushing forward and getting the word out no matter what.  it's sorta like&lt;br /&gt;spam mail, but it isn't cause i don't overdo it and they're all personal&lt;br /&gt;emails directed to a specific person that i'm inquiring to.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;i'm tired and bored.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;schools starts for kids again.  i've been out of the game for 5 years now&lt;br /&gt;and don't feel like i'm utilizing any of it.  sad really.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-115774406978533869?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/115774406978533869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=115774406978533869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/115774406978533869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/115774406978533869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2006/09/rubber-band.html' title='rubber band'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-115703606867007240</id><published>2006-08-31T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T09:58:30.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>avery 5262 labels</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm the only one that really does this.....uh....nah, I'm sure other&lt;br /&gt;do it too....but you ever look at documents you need to work with and kinda&lt;br /&gt;just stare at it for a long ass time thinking that maybe it'll go away or&lt;br /&gt;osmosis will happen whereby reading isn't required?  this is something that&lt;br /&gt;started in high school, developed in college, and is still a part of my&lt;br /&gt;routine.  sometimes i'll read parts that i've already read and say to&lt;br /&gt;myself - why am i reading this again?  not good.  need to start digesting&lt;br /&gt;words quicker.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;SO - i'm currently on hiatus from my book club and have lowered my&lt;br /&gt;interviewing schedule for my documentary to get back to the bare bones of&lt;br /&gt;my project.  The thing that makes a documentary better than just images and&lt;br /&gt;embellished footage is the writing.  Thus, I'm back to a rigorous writing&lt;br /&gt;schedule chaulk full of inappropriate grammar and broken sentence&lt;br /&gt;structure.  My reasoning for bad writing is "I'm a writer!" and "I'm&lt;br /&gt;allowed to do it!"  Not really - but it makes me feel better to reason it&lt;br /&gt;out this way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Well - i'm off to buy new notebooks....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;keep it clean!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-115703606867007240?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/115703606867007240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=115703606867007240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/115703606867007240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/115703606867007240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2006/08/avery-5262-labels.html' title='avery 5262 labels'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-115686478799932568</id><published>2006-08-29T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T09:58:29.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>red sharpie</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a rant.  be aware.........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;when did everyone go soft?  okay - so what i'm getting at with this post is&lt;br /&gt;this:  in the world we live in now, more people are inclined to change&lt;br /&gt;their minds and more people are in the understanding that nothing is ever&lt;br /&gt;definite until everyone's in agreement.  And to get everyone in agreement&lt;br /&gt;takes awhile or is a difficult task to accomplish.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;"what are you talking about???"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;no one has definite answers anymore.  maybe it's me and maybe it's the&lt;br /&gt;world i live in, but everyone seems to have this "second chance" to change&lt;br /&gt;things around.  even look at the NFL or NBA - there are always second&lt;br /&gt;chances with instant replays and referee change of calls.  continuing on,&lt;br /&gt;guys turning metrosexual and becoming more sensitive has taken a toll on&lt;br /&gt;them being more confident and stronger with their words.  the word "maybe"&lt;br /&gt;is probably used more in 1 week, than the words "yes" and "no" in 1 month.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not kidding.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;people are scared to speak their voices sometimes and this really needs to&lt;br /&gt;stop.  S-T-O-P!!  stop it!  Stop It!  STOP IT!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;say what you feel and do what you want!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;i'm not being mean.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;i look out for people more than people may tend to acknowledge.  i always&lt;br /&gt;try to accomodate to as many peoples' needs over my own.  but you know what&lt;br /&gt;the difficult part is?  when people don't know what they want and what may&lt;br /&gt;seem like a relaxed, laid back cat - really can be someone that doesn't&lt;br /&gt;know how to speak his or her own mind.  do you know this person?  he or she&lt;br /&gt;is the same person that says, "whatever you guys wanna do is cool with me."&lt;br /&gt;and then he/she waits until something bad happens to be the first to&lt;br /&gt;complain "see - i knew this was a bad idea!"  WTF??  where the hell were&lt;br /&gt;you when we needed a consensus??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;all i'm saying is - stop waiting around on the word "might."  be a strong&lt;br /&gt;person and work on the word - "yes."  as stupid as it sounds, but there's&lt;br /&gt;this quote from harry potter 4 that fits perfectly.  "you must choose&lt;br /&gt;between what is right and what is easy."  for the metaphoric impaired -&lt;br /&gt;"what is easy" is the thing that let's you not care and let's you give up.&lt;br /&gt;don't be a quitter man...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;LIVE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-115686478799932568?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/115686478799932568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=115686478799932568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/115686478799932568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/115686478799932568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2006/08/red-sharpie.html' title='red sharpie'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-115653767736394717</id><published>2006-08-25T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T09:58:29.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>file folders with massive papers</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this blog is for other "guys."  you cannot....i repeat....can NOT....use a&lt;br /&gt;guy friend as an excuse to escape from your girlfriend.  it doesn't work.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry.  it may work for some guys, but really ...it doesn't work.  let&lt;br /&gt;me elaborate.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;bob has girlfriend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;mike won tickets to tonight's ball game.  he tells bob that he needs to&lt;br /&gt;know "right now" if he can go with him or not because the ticket can go to&lt;br /&gt;someone else.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;bob likes hanging out with his girlfriend, but has never been to a ball&lt;br /&gt;game.  he also likes sports and would like to go to the ball game.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;STOP!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;route 1:  if bob goes to ball game w/out telling his girlfriend (who may be&lt;br /&gt;already expecting them to hang out tonight), he's walking into a trap of an&lt;br /&gt;argument.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;route 2:  bob can decline his ticket and miss out on something fun, free,&lt;br /&gt;and new.  however, he will have a higher chance of having sex and hanging&lt;br /&gt;out with his female best friend.  to continue though - he will be&lt;br /&gt;acknowledged as p*ssy whipped by his friends and grow more distant from&lt;br /&gt;them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;route 3:  bob can try to tell his girlfriend and butter her up for another&lt;br /&gt;time to hang out.  however, in the back of her mind she'll know that he&lt;br /&gt;chose his friends over her (more so if she DID have plans to hang out with&lt;br /&gt;him already).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;route 4:  completely seperate himself from both parties, thereby everyone&lt;br /&gt;wondering what his deal is and why he's acting so wierd.  (in essence, he's&lt;br /&gt;not acting wierd but just doesn't want to deal with earlier routes&lt;br /&gt;mentioned.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;route 5:  insert your own route.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;to continue with my initial thought, you can NOT use another guy as a&lt;br /&gt;route.  like so....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;route 6:  bob takes the ticket and uses mike as an excuse.  mike talks to&lt;br /&gt;bob's girlfriend and says, "it's my fault he's going.  we never hang out&lt;br /&gt;with him.  i dragged him here with us.  sorry."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;that just ain't gonna cut it buddy.  she'll buy it to get you out of&lt;br /&gt;trouble for that night....but when you return to the nest - you're so&lt;br /&gt;screwed!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;now let me interject with objective thought.  of course this doesn't apply&lt;br /&gt;to EVERYONE, but there are justifications of truth in each route.&lt;br /&gt;different situations apply differently to different people.  and yes, i do&lt;br /&gt;know that women can be very cool about guys hanging out with their guys on&lt;br /&gt;a spontaneous notion.  HOWEVER, a good majority of women (who'll deny it no&lt;br /&gt;matter what) would rather have the man pick her.  it's just obvious.  who&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't want more caring, personal attention given to them?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;indulge me people....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-115653767736394717?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/115653767736394717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=115653767736394717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/115653767736394717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/115653767736394717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2006/08/file-folders-with-massive-papers.html' title='file folders with massive papers'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-115634222710330970</id><published>2006-08-23T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T09:58:29.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>staedtler mars plastic eraser</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please let me answer for myself!  have you ever encountered a mr. or mrs.&lt;br /&gt;know-it-all, where they always jumped in the conversation and answered&lt;br /&gt;questions that weren't directed to them?  i'm perfectly amiable and accute&lt;br /&gt;to answer my own questions and i will not be scared to pass on the inquiry&lt;br /&gt;if I'm not suitable to drop some knowledge.  HOWEVER - just gimmie the&lt;br /&gt;chance to run with it for a little bit - dang!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;ALSO - you know what i've taken for granted?  The office supply room.  I&lt;br /&gt;can still remember the days when i wouldn't have a pen in high school and&lt;br /&gt;hunt for one from a friend.  then, if they gave me one and said, "i'm not&lt;br /&gt;sure if it works" - i would do my damndest to make it work.  i would roll&lt;br /&gt;it in between my hands, warm it up, take it out of the pen holder, shake it&lt;br /&gt;a lot, and then continuously try to write with it.  FINALLY it would work&lt;br /&gt;and then i would have a pen for the day.  BUT now, all i do is toss it once&lt;br /&gt;it runs out and grab another bic pen from my drawer.  no biggie.  how&lt;br /&gt;terrible.  in a new effort to save the children - just give up old office&lt;br /&gt;supplies to kids that can't afford new school supplies.  it's all for a&lt;br /&gt;good cause!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;and then save a tree and eat a beaver!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-115634222710330970?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/115634222710330970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=115634222710330970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/115634222710330970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/115634222710330970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2006/08/staedtler-mars-plastic-eraser.html' title='staedtler mars plastic eraser'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-115582422146652703</id><published>2006-08-17T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T09:58:29.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>plum and a Fiji apple</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what's crazy?  (i feel like i always start off my blog posts with&lt;br /&gt;a rhetorical question....anyhoo....)  how has the acception of cursing&lt;br /&gt;evolved throughout the last 5 to 10 years that the word c*nt (minus "u")&lt;br /&gt;has become more derogative and sinister than the word f*ck?  DON'T GET ME&lt;br /&gt;WRONG - i hardly ever, EVER, use the "c" word unless i necessarily have to,&lt;br /&gt;but wasn't the f bomb considered the mother of all bad ass words?  when did&lt;br /&gt;it evolve into becoming more socially acceptable during normal conversation&lt;br /&gt;with your homeys?  i know for me personally - it's become a more casual&lt;br /&gt;term during my collegiate years.  obviously i use my smarts to clean up&lt;br /&gt;when in proper situations, but if i'm emphasizing a point or just clowning&lt;br /&gt;around, the f-word rolls off my tongue like the letter "r" in mexico.  let&lt;br /&gt;me illustrate conversational masterpieces:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;"hey mike, how's it going?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;      "sh*t f*ckin sucks man.  i'm having a crappy ass day."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;the end.  right there - i can sympathize with mike and know that he really&lt;br /&gt;IS having a bad day.  what if we cleaned it up?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;"hey mike, how's it going?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;      "Pretty bad.  I'm not having a good day."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;right there - speaking as a "guy" - someone cut mike's balls off and in&lt;br /&gt;turn, would make me retort with a sarcastic response, like "ah...pooky&lt;br /&gt;wanna snuggle?" or "buck up man.  help me fill up this bong."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;ALL i'm saying is that the f word has evolved into something more&lt;br /&gt;acceptable than the "new f-word" - the c word.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;pass it unto your friends.  the end......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-115582422146652703?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/115582422146652703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=115582422146652703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/115582422146652703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/115582422146652703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2006/08/plum-and-fiji-apple.html' title='plum and a Fiji apple'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-115470190692010198</id><published>2006-08-04T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T09:58:29.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my jury check stub</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;problems, problems, problems.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;isn't it funny how sometimes we get to a decision we're not sure about at&lt;br /&gt;work and sorta leave it lingering for awhile before we come to a conclusion&lt;br /&gt;on it?  if it's a minute problem, then we just push it to the side and let&lt;br /&gt;it lay there until we have to come back to it or someone inquires of it.&lt;br /&gt;that's when you actually do the, "OH, i just had it on the side cause I had&lt;br /&gt;a question about it...." then you actually ask about it.  However, if it's&lt;br /&gt;a bigger problem that you're not sure about - you bring it up with someone&lt;br /&gt;that you're closer with at work.  then it turn, it can continue unto&lt;br /&gt;another person.  then soon enough you'll have a meeting about this problem.&lt;br /&gt;THEN you'll talk up the problem with all these people in the meeting, come&lt;br /&gt;up with a jillion answers or solutions that were comprised of asking other&lt;br /&gt;multiple questions when the first problem arose, to it becoming a political&lt;br /&gt;debate on what works and what doesn't work according to company procedures.&lt;br /&gt;pretty soon the meeting is over and you know what happens in the end?  the&lt;br /&gt;problem is still left on the side until someone brings it up again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;action people!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;however, as puffy, p. diddy, sean combs says, "mo money, mo problems....."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;COME TO MY CONCERT!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-115470190692010198?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/115470190692010198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=115470190692010198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/115470190692010198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/115470190692010198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-jury-check-stub.html' title='my jury check stub'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-115445047918745939</id><published>2006-08-01T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T09:58:29.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'>contracts and file folders</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like what you do for a living?  Does it challenge you the way you&lt;br /&gt;want to be challenged?  Does it truly interest you that sometimes you don't&lt;br /&gt;even think it's work?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;For me - my job is 'okay.'  It's still a general job type and isn't&lt;br /&gt;terrible.  I work with great people - people that dig what they're doing.&lt;br /&gt;I'm free to work w/out supervision as I'm pretty sufficient in what I do.&lt;br /&gt;However, do I like it?  "Hate" is such a strong word, but let's just say&lt;br /&gt;that it's not what I wish to be doing for the rest of my life.  I studied&lt;br /&gt;films in college and have been writing my own scripts and screenplays for&lt;br /&gt;over 5 years....but nothing has surmounted from it.  And now I'm doing this&lt;br /&gt;documentary.  It's my escape from my everyday, monotonous routine at my&lt;br /&gt;daily job.  it keeps me on my toes and greatly interests me.  However, it&lt;br /&gt;doesn't pay the bills like my day job does.  So - I need to start from the&lt;br /&gt;bottom and work hard at it.  But I still need to do my day job along the&lt;br /&gt;way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Have you ever started a job?  It's hard to preach an "idea" to people and&lt;br /&gt;get them interested in helping you out.  And what's the worst part about it&lt;br /&gt;all is that the part that I'm the weakest in that needs to be the strongest&lt;br /&gt;is FINANCE.  You need money to make money.  It's sadly that simple and&lt;br /&gt;true.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Making this movie, presenting this concert with just the aid of myself and&lt;br /&gt;2 or 3 people is VERY difficult.  I'm sorta surprised I haven't broken down&lt;br /&gt;yet, but maybe it's because I'm confronted that fear from past experiences.&lt;br /&gt;I'm very confident on what I can accomplish and know that I can make both&lt;br /&gt;projects a huge success.  What sucks is money!  Money has always been the&lt;br /&gt;devil to me and will always be the deciding factor on helping or hurting&lt;br /&gt;me.  Right now, it's hurting me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;So when I go out to look for donations or sponsorships, unlike a bumb or a&lt;br /&gt;homeless guy, you DO know where you're money is going.  And hearing "I'll&lt;br /&gt;help you out later on" isn't helping me right now.  Right now, I wish I had&lt;br /&gt;an extra $500 bucks of a cushion to have better marketing and free stuff&lt;br /&gt;for people to volunteer.  But I don't.  And this is how dreams die.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;I've always been optomistic with society and the aid of friends.  I believe&lt;br /&gt;in good karma and think that when I help anyone in the world with anything,&lt;br /&gt;it should come back to me in some other fashion.  I don't drag people down&lt;br /&gt;with my own problems and I carry as much or even more weight than the next&lt;br /&gt;guy.  But right now, I do have to admit that these projects are hurting me.&lt;br /&gt;Hurting me so much that the overwhelming stress makes me grumpy and unfun&lt;br /&gt;to be with.  These aren't traits that I like to embellish, but everyone has&lt;br /&gt;a dark side that they're hiding.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;HOWEVER - I'm not a quitter and I'm not a afraid of what's in my way.  I&lt;br /&gt;take advantage of this blog to release myself from struggles that I face.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully y'all will learn from something I share.  Otherwise - if you're&lt;br /&gt;in Illinois - GO TO THE SHOW!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;later.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-115445047918745939?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/115445047918745939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=115445047918745939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/115445047918745939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/115445047918745939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2006/08/contracts-and-file-folders.html' title='contracts and file folders'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-115426441424383210</id><published>2006-07-30T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T09:58:29.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Asian Thing Showcase - BE THERE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3424/1614/1600/asian-showcase.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3424/1614/400/asian-showcase.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A unified voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A unified race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A one night show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be part of the concert event to be featured in "That Asian Thing" documentary.  Live and experience the talent of Asian American artists!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That Asian Thing Showcase"&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, August 12, 2006&lt;br /&gt;7 pm - 9 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fred P. Hall Amphitheater - Palantine Park District&lt;br /&gt;262 E. Palatine Road&lt;br /&gt;Palatine, IL  60067&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cost:  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FREE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be a sliding scale donation of $5-$15 to help fund the completion of "That Asian Thing" Documentary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE:  This will be an outdoor event.  Please bring a lawn chair, blanket, or just yourselves and enjoy the music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More info @ &lt;a href="http://www.thatasianthing.com"&gt;http://www.thatasianthing.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.palatineparkdistrict.com/amphitheater.html"&gt;http://www.palatineparkdistrict.com/amphitheater.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form action="http://www.mapquest.com/directions/main.adp" method="get"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="go" value="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="2a" value="262 E Palatine Rd"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="2c" value="Palatine"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="2s" value="IL"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="2z" value="60067"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="2y" value="US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="1" cellspacing="1" style="font: 11px Arial,Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mapquest.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://cdn.mapquest.com/mqstyleguide/ws_wt_sm" alt="MapQuest"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FROM:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;Address or Intersection: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="1a" size="22" maxlength="30" value=""&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td colspan="2"&gt;City: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="1c" size="22" maxlength="30" value=""&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;State:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt; ZIP Code:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="1s" size="4" maxlength="2" value=""&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="1z" size="8" maxlength="10" value=""&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;Country:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;select name="1y"&gt;&lt;option value="CA"&gt;Canada&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="US" selected&gt;United States&lt;/option&gt;&lt;/select&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td colspan="2" style="text-align: center; padding-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" name="dir" value="Get Directions" border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="CID" value="lfddwid"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-115426441424383210?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/115426441424383210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=115426441424383210' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/115426441424383210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/115426441424383210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2006/07/that-asian-thing-showcase-be-there.html' title='That Asian Thing Showcase - BE THERE!'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-115401897803346132</id><published>2006-07-27T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T09:58:29.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>black, plastic cup i eat cereal out of</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GET OFF OF IT ALREADY!  EVERYONE NEEDS TO TAKE A CHILL PILL!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;i hate to compare "stress" stories, but people always feel the need to&lt;br /&gt;chime in with their bigger d*ck story when you're just trying to release&lt;br /&gt;with what's going on with you.  no one wants to listen and give you&lt;br /&gt;objective advise or thoughts on your situation.  all they want to do in&lt;br /&gt;return to your stress story is make you feel worse by telling you what's&lt;br /&gt;wrong with them.  and yes - i do listen when someone tries to "relate" with&lt;br /&gt;their own problems.  or when they say, "I remember when the same thing&lt;br /&gt;happen to me and bla bla bla..."  i'm just not super keen on people&lt;br /&gt;changing the direction of the conversation and then making it concentrated&lt;br /&gt;on them.  it's sorta retarded to ask, "how are you?" cause in reality, all&lt;br /&gt;you really want to do is tell someone how much shiet you're going through.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;thanks but no thanks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-115401897803346132?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/115401897803346132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=115401897803346132' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/115401897803346132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/115401897803346132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2006/07/black-plastic-cup-i-eat-cereal-out-of.html' title='black, plastic cup i eat cereal out of'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-115333577258084607</id><published>2006-07-19T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T09:58:29.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'>diet coke</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i can't walk into our work cafeteria because there is a high&lt;br /&gt;chance that i will walk into the "gossip group."  NOW i don't partake in&lt;br /&gt;work gossip, but i do listen to it.  however, it's not on the intent of&lt;br /&gt;wanting to know personal infomation, it's more on the intent that most of&lt;br /&gt;the gossip people are older in age and hearing can be a little weak.&lt;br /&gt;therefore, they tend to speak a notch higher and when i'm not trying to&lt;br /&gt;listen to these "rumors," you just can't help to hear it cause it's really&lt;br /&gt;loud.  i just feel so uncomfortable hearing these people talk about other&lt;br /&gt;people and then knowing that they're gossiping cause they lower their&lt;br /&gt;voices a little.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;it's like knowing that you procrastinate and not doing anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;they know that they're gossiping but they see nothing wrong with it.  you&lt;br /&gt;know what's funny about the "gossip people" is that they become part of&lt;br /&gt;gossip themselves by being so proactive in the whole scharade.  bla!  i'm&lt;br /&gt;done with this....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;is it me as a one-person corporation or am i really that popular with&lt;br /&gt;getting mail?  ever since i've become incorporated for "that asian thing" -&lt;br /&gt;the mail has been more and more under groovy ghost films.  funny though -&lt;br /&gt;they're doing what i need to be doing.  mass marketing and just getting&lt;br /&gt;your name out there.  you figure that if you send about a jillion flyers&lt;br /&gt;out about your service, about 20 to 30 percent should actually look into&lt;br /&gt;it.  now that i'm a business - that 20 to 30 percent is looking pretty&lt;br /&gt;gooooooood, if ya ask me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;help a brotha out!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-115333577258084607?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/115333577258084607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=115333577258084607' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/115333577258084607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/115333577258084607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2006/07/diet-coke.html' title='diet coke'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-115263368195430543</id><published>2006-07-11T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T09:58:29.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rubber band</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've become what i hoped wouldn't happen.  i am now pigeonholed into always&lt;br /&gt;documenting things.  this past weekend, i went out to have a good time -&lt;br /&gt;have some drinks, get my buzz on, watch people pass by and enjoy the&lt;br /&gt;nightlife.  i brought my digital camera with me because it was my friend's&lt;br /&gt;birthday.  i mean - she took pictures at my birthday, so i sorta felt&lt;br /&gt;obliged to help commemorate her own drunken times.  however, everytime i&lt;br /&gt;took a picture, people would say, "it's for the documentary!  look out!" or&lt;br /&gt;"is this gonna be in your film?  asians having a good time...." or "i'm not&lt;br /&gt;signing a release form..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;now i know what you're saying - "you got yourself into this."  and i'm&lt;br /&gt;fully aware of what i've done and how it may altar my future lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;however, gimmie a break people - it's like me always saying the same joke&lt;br /&gt;to you over and over again.  it gets old and annoying after awhile.  don't&lt;br /&gt;you think?  and also, before i did any of this, everything seemed to be&lt;br /&gt;"normal."  now what?  i start working on any sort of film and this is what&lt;br /&gt;i have to look forward to??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;WELL - i'll take it AND a bag of chips!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;it makes life interesting and sure - i get heated or i get riled up.  but&lt;br /&gt;it shows to myself how close this project is to my heart.  how many people&lt;br /&gt;are really passionate about something that had to grow unto them??  in my&lt;br /&gt;age range and in my radius of friends - not many.  a good amount of people&lt;br /&gt;just keep doing their jobs, wishing they could do something cooler.  well -&lt;br /&gt;i took it by the bull horns and am making a frickin movie!  this is what i&lt;br /&gt;want to do and now i'm doing it.  no matter how i'm going about it.  i'm&lt;br /&gt;doing it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;just let me be able to blog and release in some form.  it's not complaining&lt;br /&gt;- it's telling an upsetting story to the masses about my life.  bla bla&lt;br /&gt;bla....words, words, words.  that's all this really is.  isn't it??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-115263368195430543?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/115263368195430543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=115263368195430543' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/115263368195430543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/115263368195430543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2006/07/rubber-band.html' title='rubber band'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-115222202604356054</id><published>2006-07-06T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T09:58:29.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ipod headphones</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what i just realized?  since i'm trying to figure out my net value&lt;br /&gt;as a person for the back-up of my production company (Groovy Ghost Films,&lt;br /&gt;Inc.), i've realized that i have no savings.  i mean - this is no surprise&lt;br /&gt;to the people that know me....however, when i stop to think of where all my&lt;br /&gt;money goes.  i'd have to say that it goes to life experiences more than&lt;br /&gt;anything.  because as i sit here and list things that i can put up as&lt;br /&gt;collatoral or things that prove that i'm not a "bad person" when it comes&lt;br /&gt;to finances....i actually only have a handful of things that can show it.&lt;br /&gt;i don't own a house.  i don't own a great computer.  i do own my car, but&lt;br /&gt;it's very old and not worth as much.  i can't put my girlfriend up as&lt;br /&gt;collatoral (even though she'll say there's no price on her package....which&lt;br /&gt;there isn't unless we've degraded back to slave issues).  SO - when i stop&lt;br /&gt;to think about my net value....the only reason (or "excuse") i'm not worth&lt;br /&gt;as much is because i use up my money on doing stuff like going out to the&lt;br /&gt;bars, fine dining, traveling, movies, good times and even treating out&lt;br /&gt;people to these so called "experiences."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;do i regret it?  hell no!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;but i do wish i had something more viable to prove that i'm worth more.&lt;br /&gt;maybe they can listen to my funny stories instead....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-115222202604356054?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/115222202604356054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=115222202604356054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/115222202604356054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/115222202604356054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2006/07/ipod-headphones.html' title='ipod headphones'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-115219546593500546</id><published>2006-07-06T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T09:58:28.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my red pen</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm currently in the midst of trying to raise funds for my documentary and&lt;br /&gt;music concert.  MAN - have you ever done telemarketing?  making those cold&lt;br /&gt;calls and knowing people don't want to hear it?  that's what this is like.&lt;br /&gt;SO - to make it easier, i've tried to grow contacts and get referred to&lt;br /&gt;people/companies by others.  it helps a little, but you're still trying to&lt;br /&gt;sell something.  the hardest part for me is closing the deal.  i can talk&lt;br /&gt;about my project all day, but when it comes to actually tying it all up&lt;br /&gt;with, "so, would you like to help the cause?" - it sure can be difficult.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;what gets me a little confused is - where did all my friends go?  i know&lt;br /&gt;people hate to be asked for money, but if one of my friends emailed me&lt;br /&gt;about something that i felt he/she were really, whole-heartedly sincere&lt;br /&gt;about AND i thought this person could pull it off, I would definitely try&lt;br /&gt;to throw them a bone.  and if it's only 10 or 20 bucks...well, hopefully&lt;br /&gt;they'll accept to be something more than zero dollars.  and shiet...i'm one&lt;br /&gt;of the brokest mo fo's you should know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;before i change subjects:  ---&amp;gt;  http://www.thatasianthing.com  ----&amp;gt;know&lt;br /&gt;it and tell a friend!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;MOVING RIGHT ALONG (sometimes documentary talk can easily take over my&lt;br /&gt;conversation/way of thinking):  i got my high school reunion notice in the&lt;br /&gt;mail.  interesting i must say.  i actually sat down and thought about the&lt;br /&gt;friends i hung out with in the beginning of my high school career and who i&lt;br /&gt;ended with at the end of those 4 years.  a complete evolution of such.  i'm&lt;br /&gt;wondering if those early jonald friends will be in attendance.  i hope so.&lt;br /&gt;it would be nothing more than a trip in a literal sense.  so if you're in&lt;br /&gt;the new jersey area - i'll be there come november.  holla!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;office thought of the day:  with technology changing ever so rapidly -&lt;br /&gt;you'd think there were a more high-tech solution to a new form of adhesive&lt;br /&gt;paper connections.  in other words - staplers, are they really that cool?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-115219546593500546?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/115219546593500546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=115219546593500546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/115219546593500546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/115219546593500546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-red-pen.html' title='my red pen'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-115142136128106408</id><published>2006-06-27T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T09:58:28.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>that northern telecom phone that everyone has at their work</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not very fond of people that don't know how to chill out at work.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes there are low periods at a job, when there actually might not be&lt;br /&gt;a lot to do, so some people find it necessary to do things that are&lt;br /&gt;completely meaningless.  they have no other way of looking busy except to&lt;br /&gt;start picking at things that are so intricate and detailed that if they&lt;br /&gt;were busy, they'd completely overlook.  i mean - gimmie a frickin break!&lt;br /&gt;data in a database where some letters need to be capitalized is not my&lt;br /&gt;definition of important work.  being nit picky and consistantly talking to&lt;br /&gt;people about work related things makes it come out like your nagging or&lt;br /&gt;just not fun.  i know what environment we're in and yes - work is the goal&lt;br /&gt;at hand here.  BUT our lives are not meant to be defined by paper work or&lt;br /&gt;what someone more knowledgable or educated commands us to do.  this life we&lt;br /&gt;lead and the road we choose from different paths that confront us is what&lt;br /&gt;makes us who we are.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;we work to live.  we don't live to work.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;just chill out.  stop trying to make everyone who's relaxed around you look&lt;br /&gt;so bad.  i'm sure you can see where i stand.  and if you're opposed to&lt;br /&gt;me....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;take it easy.  i'm not saying that we should not get any work done.  its&lt;br /&gt;just that there are certain times when the work place has not so tense&lt;br /&gt;moments and when a little fun can be implemented, just let it be without&lt;br /&gt;coming off as an elitist because you're a hardworker.  i'm a hardworker&lt;br /&gt;too.  i get my shiet done and i do it very well.  even surpass the&lt;br /&gt;intentions of my goal at times.  but some people just need to realize that&lt;br /&gt;there is more to life, more to the same ol'building you come to everyday&lt;br /&gt;for a bajillion years, and more to living a routine ordeal.  a more&lt;br /&gt;enjoyable environment makes for more enjoyable employees.  if these people&lt;br /&gt;look forward coming to work - isn't that suppose to be a good thing?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-115142136128106408?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/115142136128106408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=115142136128106408' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/115142136128106408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/115142136128106408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2006/06/that-northern-telecom-phone-that.html' title='that northern telecom phone that everyone has at their work'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-115107454030412123</id><published>2006-06-23T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T09:58:28.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>an eraser</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i apologize!  i'm sorry - to all the people that i spit on.  yes, friends&lt;br /&gt;and family and random blog readers, i am guilty of "speaking spittal."  i&lt;br /&gt;think it's because i speak sorta fast and trying to get so much info out&lt;br /&gt;quicker than my mouth can handle, i have this tendency to "spray it, not&lt;br /&gt;say it."  therefore, i apologize!  i'm sorry!  it's sorta like i'm kissing&lt;br /&gt;the world, one conversation at a time....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;moving right along - SUPERMAN will be here.  this movie has been&lt;br /&gt;toooooooooo long in the making.  i heard about the return of this movie for&lt;br /&gt;like 3 years and only NOW is it coming out.  on a wednesday night for that&lt;br /&gt;matter.  i hope it is well worth the wait and hype because i have read&lt;br /&gt;kevin smith's version of the story and well.......kevin smith rocked it.&lt;br /&gt;we'll see.....at least its the summer, which introduces the beginning of&lt;br /&gt;the summer blockbusters.  we'll see who reaches the rankings this year.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Kevin Smith - Clerks 2.  i can only pray that this helps&lt;br /&gt;kevin's career rather than hinder it.  if this doesn't cut it, it might be&lt;br /&gt;time to get back to independent styles.  my new estimated date of "That&lt;br /&gt;Asian Thing" completion will be mid-Fall.  This is primarily due to editing&lt;br /&gt;time and completion of filming.  keep yer fingers crossed and tell me to&lt;br /&gt;break a leg.  then i have to wish and pray that my entrance into film&lt;br /&gt;festivals will be solid.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;i'm done thinkin on this for now...maybe more later....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-115107454030412123?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/115107454030412123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=115107454030412123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/115107454030412123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/115107454030412123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2006/06/eraser.html' title='an eraser'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-115101103589598749</id><published>2006-06-22T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T09:58:28.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pens galore</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah - that thing up top is the "teaser" to my film to be......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;hopefully you'll like it and hopefully you'll let all your friends know&lt;br /&gt;about it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;lately i've been running on E but i feel like if i stop or if i do anything&lt;br /&gt;that isn't towards the project of this film/concert, then i'm being&lt;br /&gt;half-ass about it.  but seriously, i'm completely and utterly tired.  the&lt;br /&gt;only person who can be a witness to this is my girlfriend and when i go to&lt;br /&gt;interact with outsiders, it's become what feels like work because i have to&lt;br /&gt;put as much out there as i can when it comes to promotions.  if you know&lt;br /&gt;me, you know that i'm a pretty personable person.  i can talk and i like to&lt;br /&gt;conversate.  i do know how to listen and i like to believe that i'm very&lt;br /&gt;open minded to a wide range of anything.  however, doing all the marketing,&lt;br /&gt;promotions, filming, interviewing, reading material, emailing, and just&lt;br /&gt;even going to my dayjob to do work outside of this project - WELL, all the&lt;br /&gt;talking seems to be nothing unless there's a physical, viable product in&lt;br /&gt;front of people.  HENCE - this little teaser.  i've watched footage of&lt;br /&gt;interviews at least 10 times a piece to look for just the right snippets to&lt;br /&gt;throw in there.  i listened to a lot (A LOT) of asian american artists'&lt;br /&gt;music, to get the right feel for the right scene.  and if you can believe&lt;br /&gt;this, i'm working on the actual script for voice over.  there's a lot to&lt;br /&gt;making a full length feature - especially if you have an army of one -&lt;br /&gt;yourself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;SO - i'm tired BUT i'm still moving.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;in other news:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;i've quit smoking and putting all the occasional mishaps aside (like drunk&lt;br /&gt;drags or out of state partying), i've been clean for over a year and a&lt;br /&gt;half.  i've become a runner (...well, not lately.....since i've taken up my&lt;br /&gt;project full time) and i'm an advocate on eating healthy.  HOWEVER - i've&lt;br /&gt;turned to the bad, bad drug of caffiene.  Since i've been so tired lately,&lt;br /&gt;i feel like drinking coffee and diet coke helps me get through the day.&lt;br /&gt;NOW if you asked me if i wanted coffee about a year ago, i would've been&lt;br /&gt;like "no way jose" cause it's bad for your heart.  but then i'd say that&lt;br /&gt;before lighting up a cigerette.  it's really just become my substitute.  i&lt;br /&gt;need to stop.  it's a wonder how drinking coffee has become professionally&lt;br /&gt;acceptable during meetings.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;this will be all....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-115101103589598749?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/115101103589598749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=115101103589598749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/115101103589598749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/115101103589598749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2006/06/pens-galore.html' title='pens galore'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-115012872672283838</id><published>2006-06-12T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T09:58:28.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my red and black sharpie - oh how i love thee</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a wierd dream last night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;i was in what felt like my fraternity house but wasn't.  for some unknown&lt;br /&gt;reason, dreams make up new "realities" as far as making you feel like&lt;br /&gt;you're at a place that you know, but it really isn't that place.  like i've&lt;br /&gt;had dreams that took place in a room that's suppose to be my house because&lt;br /&gt;it felt like my house, but its a place i've never been to before.  ANYHOO -&lt;br /&gt;continuing on - I was in this room that was like a cave in the basement of&lt;br /&gt;the fraternity house.  there was a party going on, but it was just me and&lt;br /&gt;one of my cousins' friends chillin with me.  he was playing with a crab the&lt;br /&gt;size of his arm.  it wasn't biting him, but he was playing with it.  then a&lt;br /&gt;spider, the same size, came out.  we decided to let'em have a go at each&lt;br /&gt;other to see who would win in a fight.  as they were fighting, i backed up&lt;br /&gt;to give them some room.  out of nowhere, a bat started to attack me.  i was&lt;br /&gt;wearing my long, overcoat that had long sleeves and use them to swap the&lt;br /&gt;bat away.  everytime it came close to me, i just hit it.  it kept getting&lt;br /&gt;more angry, so i just left the room when it was far enough from me.  when i&lt;br /&gt;got out of there, there was a staircase (very dark) that led upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;people were going up and down it, just like a frat party.  one of my&lt;br /&gt;fraternity bros stopped me to ask where i was.  i told him the whole story&lt;br /&gt;and then the alarm went off.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;really, REALLY wierd.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;my girlfriend asked me, "what were you dreaming about?"  i told her the&lt;br /&gt;story i just wrote out and she said, "you were moving around and mumbling&lt;br /&gt;in your sleep.  i thought it was funny."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;it wasn't a scary dream, except for the bat part.  but it was just deeply&lt;br /&gt;bizarre.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-115012872672283838?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/115012872672283838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=115012872672283838' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/115012872672283838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/115012872672283838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-red-and-black-sharpie-oh-how-i-love.html' title='my red and black sharpie - oh how i love thee'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-114988543578359296</id><published>2006-06-09T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T09:58:28.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my ringing phone</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes when i wake up really early in the morning, there's that morning&lt;br /&gt;dew smell that reminds me of yesteryear.  i remember being in grade school&lt;br /&gt;again and walking to my catholic school in the cold breeze of chicago wind&lt;br /&gt;with the blue hue.  the smell also reminds me of going on road trips with&lt;br /&gt;my family when i was a kid.  my dad would get us to leave at 4 in the&lt;br /&gt;morning to beat traffic and get a good start on the road.  the smell is&lt;br /&gt;also reminiscent of first period classes at college.  i only had a few, but&lt;br /&gt;to get up and smell that morning dew while looking at an empty campus was&lt;br /&gt;really a site to see.  you get to appreciate how nice your college looks in&lt;br /&gt;it's natural, naked beauty.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;there are other smells that remind me of past situations.  i'm sure you can&lt;br /&gt;relate.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;another note:  please check my film blog every now and then too.  i just&lt;br /&gt;unloaded a lot of thought into today's entry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;i'm tired....this will be all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-114988543578359296?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/114988543578359296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=114988543578359296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/114988543578359296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/114988543578359296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-ringing-phone.html' title='my ringing phone'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-114969278507791536</id><published>2006-06-07T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T09:58:28.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my notary public stamp</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From answerbag.com:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;"The phrase "speak of the devil" is a shortened form of the medieval phrase&lt;br /&gt;"speak of the devil and he shall come." It was thought that if you talked&lt;br /&gt;about the devil it would attract his attention. That is why when you are&lt;br /&gt;talking about someone and they show up you say speak of the devil."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Well now y'all know and knowing is half the battle.  Actually - I'm a&lt;br /&gt;little disappointed by this answer of "Where did 'speak of the devil' come&lt;br /&gt;from?"  I thought it would be this ancient lure of satanic corruption where&lt;br /&gt;Lucifer had worked out a deal with Jacob the disciple.  Whereas Lucifer&lt;br /&gt;would give him riches in terms of unlimited bottles of wine and sheep skin&lt;br /&gt;for the knowledge of Christ almighty's source of power.  Then while&lt;br /&gt;drinking tea with Luke and Peter, Jacob told them his story of running into&lt;br /&gt;a black caped man calling himself Lucifer.  As he uttered those words, the&lt;br /&gt;subject showed up in person.  "You scare me as the devil, good sir!" Jacob&lt;br /&gt;said.  And without resistance - Lucifer did a Wonder Woman type spin to&lt;br /&gt;turn into THE DEVIL!  Now becoming completely red and growing horns, he&lt;br /&gt;caught a pitchfork that grew and shot out from the ground.  Luke and Peter&lt;br /&gt;luckily had bottles of Holy Water on them and began to throw.  "CURSES!"&lt;br /&gt;Lucifer said and ran away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Hence, in my own demonic, corrupted, imaginery mind - this is where the&lt;br /&gt;phrase "speak of the devil" came from.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-114969278507791536?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/114969278507791536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=114969278507791536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/114969278507791536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/114969278507791536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-notary-public-stamp.html' title='my notary public stamp'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-114901991232972069</id><published>2006-05-30T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T09:58:28.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>originally my tea mug but now my mocha mug</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay - so i completely understand that sometimes "time" is not on peoples'&lt;br /&gt;side and the task of emailing has picked up to be somewhat time consuming,&lt;br /&gt;especially if that's your main source of communication.  in today's day and&lt;br /&gt;age - sometimes it's what makes work a less monotonous day.  HOWEVER, i'm&lt;br /&gt;not a big fan of quick, to the point comments.  For example, I sent out an&lt;br /&gt;email asking friends if they would like to join me for an outing and one of&lt;br /&gt;the replies that i received simply said "i was already going."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;that's it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;that's it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;now i understand that i shouldn't expect some long, drawn out emailing&lt;br /&gt;saying that the world is peachy keen and work is making one's body tired&lt;br /&gt;even though it's a desk job, BUT isn't there a more charismatic way of&lt;br /&gt;saying that you were attending the event?  "i was already going" is kinda&lt;br /&gt;like saying "OH, i already knew this and i was going without telling you.&lt;br /&gt;don't make it such a big deal cause it's already in my calendar book."&lt;br /&gt;WELL excuuuuuuuuse me for inviting you if you already knew it!  something&lt;br /&gt;kinder and quick would be, "hey, i already knew about this - did you want&lt;br /&gt;to meet up?" or even "i'm down."  but no, not "i already knew this" doesn't&lt;br /&gt;work nicely.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;DON'T GET ME WRONG - i know the reprecussions of bad email etiquette and&lt;br /&gt;have totally been guilty of sending out snobbish or sarcastically mean&lt;br /&gt;messages.  BUT i am getting better and i wish people would just re-read&lt;br /&gt;what they send out before hitting that quick release button.  sometimes it&lt;br /&gt;really does make people just a little more happy when you get a nice email.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-114901991232972069?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/114901991232972069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=114901991232972069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/114901991232972069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/114901991232972069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2006/05/originally-my-tea-mug-but-now-my-mocha.html' title='originally my tea mug but now my mocha mug'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-114840097595883801</id><published>2006-05-23T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T09:58:28.088-08:00</updated><title type='text'>computer monitor</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what's natural, but embarrassing?  not like picking your nose or&lt;br /&gt;passing gas are things you shouldn't do, but something that you can't stop&lt;br /&gt;from doing is making your stomach growl.  sometimes my stomach just wants&lt;br /&gt;to talk outloud and let everyone know that it's "letting food settle" or&lt;br /&gt;"sorry, i need to be excused" or "let's be embarrassing!!"  but whatever -&lt;br /&gt;it's natural.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;ya know - that werd right there is the new mentos.  the werd - "whatever"&lt;br /&gt;is suppose to be this justification or excuse to let things go.  it's like&lt;br /&gt;a brush off the shoulder (circa jay-z 2003).  and like mentos - you're able&lt;br /&gt;to get away with it with no worries.  the other person just laughs it off&lt;br /&gt;as you walk away holding your "whatever" in your hand with a big smile.&lt;br /&gt;it's a scapegoat of a werd that i am very guilty of using as well.&lt;br /&gt;however, there are moments where it very applicable in life because&lt;br /&gt;seriously, people are too serious and need to utilize that "whatever" more&lt;br /&gt;often.  SO...on that note - whatever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;[also give props to the movie Clueless]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;i think i swallowed a hair last night and now it's lodged in my throat.&lt;br /&gt;i've drank hot stuff, cold stuff and eaten a couple of things since this&lt;br /&gt;morning, but it still feels like something's in there.  it'll probably&lt;br /&gt;become one of those things like from the movie "My Girl" where she thinks&lt;br /&gt;there's always a chicken bone lodged in her throat.  For me - it's a piece&lt;br /&gt;of hair.  and going with that - yes - men are just big babies.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;I'm sorry, but i think i need to discontinue the naming of my posts after&lt;br /&gt;beatles songs.  i think i ran out.  isn't that a shame?!  well....i have&lt;br /&gt;had this blog for awhile now, so it was likely to happen at some point.&lt;br /&gt;therefore, i will just name my posts after random objects that lie in front&lt;br /&gt;of me.  enjoy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-114840097595883801?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/114840097595883801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=114840097595883801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/114840097595883801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/114840097595883801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2006/05/computer-monitor.html' title='computer monitor'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-114789159079866667</id><published>2006-05-17T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T09:58:27.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want to hold yer hand....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry to have neglected you, blog nation.  I've been busy with the editing&lt;br /&gt;of my film, my dayjob, and spending time with people I love.  Also, the&lt;br /&gt;good weather has invigorated my activity of spending time outside or&lt;br /&gt;driving to unknown chicago regions.  I just like to be up and about.  Live&lt;br /&gt;life man - that's what you gotta do!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;ANYHOO - i do have randumb thoughts lodged in my noggin.  here's a go:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;--Elevators.  wouldn't there be more space on them if everyone on the side&lt;br /&gt;turned sideways and didn't face the opening doors, therefore allowing&lt;br /&gt;another row of people on there?  i'm not one to talk, however i always feel&lt;br /&gt;that some people that enter the elevators on my job don't really have a&lt;br /&gt;tetris etiquette to let as much people in.  where's the love man?  also -&lt;br /&gt;stop looking down - the elevator ride ain't that bad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;-i'm very reluctant to grow my hair out.  i shave my head because it's very&lt;br /&gt;easy to handle AND i look good with it.  i have a normal shaped head.  some&lt;br /&gt;people SHOULDN"T try to pull it off because they have oddly shaped heads.&lt;br /&gt;really - you should check out the shaved head people and see what it&lt;br /&gt;resembles.  is it a block head?  an egghead?  a bumpy head?  what works&lt;br /&gt;best?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;-my girlfriend watches sex in the city on demand.  therefore, i watch sex&lt;br /&gt;in the city as it is on the telly.  i must admit - good writing.  what i&lt;br /&gt;did think of though was some of the guys on that show.  if nothing else&lt;br /&gt;were to happen with their acting careers, they can at least say that "i&lt;br /&gt;played one of cary's boyfriends on sex in the city."  to me - that's&lt;br /&gt;actually pretty well known to the women.  therefore, if you're an actor&lt;br /&gt;just tryin to score some poon - i think sayin this credential is VERY&lt;br /&gt;clutch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;-Donations.  of late in my life, i've been more giving with my money.  not&lt;br /&gt;giving to bumbs but rather to friends who work the non profit route.  i&lt;br /&gt;know some people that do walks for causes, work not for profit businesses,&lt;br /&gt;and are even starting their own businesses.  funds are hard to come by and&lt;br /&gt;friends SHOULD be friends.  i'm not the richest guy on the block, but i can&lt;br /&gt;definitely spare 5 or 10 bucks to help out a friend that's been good to me&lt;br /&gt;in the past/present.  5 or 10 bucks towards their goal is closer than&lt;br /&gt;nothing, so why not, eh?  "heal the world, make it a better place, for you&lt;br /&gt;and for me and the entire human race...." OR "we are the world, we are the&lt;br /&gt;children, we are the ones who make a brighter day, so let's start giving"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;-my 10 year high school reunion is coming up.  first - YIKES - how old am&lt;br /&gt;i??  next - YIKES - what the hell do i have to show for it??  whatever - i&lt;br /&gt;have no shame.  i just want to talk to more people and hopefully network.&lt;br /&gt;i was pretty well known - not mr. popular, but my name did do me better&lt;br /&gt;than i thought.  there's not that many "jonalds" to spare.  hopefully it&lt;br /&gt;won't be a night of revengful regrets where people come to carry out things&lt;br /&gt;they "should've done" in their past years.  s'all good....i'm just glad i&lt;br /&gt;live in chicago and don't have to run into any aftermath.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;eat it.  RADIOHEAD - in one month!!  WOO HOOOOOooo!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-114789159079866667?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/114789159079866667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=114789159079866667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/114789159079866667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/114789159079866667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-want-to-hold-yer-hand.html' title='i want to hold yer hand....'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-114729374740411855</id><published>2006-05-10T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T09:58:27.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>golden slumbers</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the following is a retort for people who work in the business world.&lt;br /&gt;you'll understand what i mean:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;"do i have a choice?  it shouldn't be called a favor if I have to do it."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;AH - now that i have that off my back.  let's continue on.  THIS WEEK conan&lt;br /&gt;o'brien is taping his show at the Chicago Theater on state street.  This is&lt;br /&gt;literally 3 blocks away from where i work.  i've walked by it for the past&lt;br /&gt;2 days to see if i can somehow worm my way into the show.  however, knowing&lt;br /&gt;that taping begins at around 3 or 4 pm....lines to the show form way before&lt;br /&gt;noon.  there are people lined up all over the spot.  it's pretty crazy.  i&lt;br /&gt;did submit an email to get tickets - but it's still at random draw and then&lt;br /&gt;you still have to wait in line to get in.  still no guarentee if your name&lt;br /&gt;is picked.  i'd have to miss a day of work just to grab my seat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;in the past, i have watched conan live 3 times in new york when i lived in&lt;br /&gt;jersey.  all good times.  but now that he's a big shot - it's impossible to&lt;br /&gt;grab tickets.  o well....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;yesterday, i lost an arm and a leg obtaining tickets to my favorite living&lt;br /&gt;band.  "living" is the word here - unless by some miraculous feet, Paul and&lt;br /&gt;Ringo can get Lennon and Harrison's sons to jump in a live concert, then&lt;br /&gt;i'd probably lose my soul to get tickets.  ANYHOO - my friend and I got&lt;br /&gt;RADIOHEAD tickets!!  WOO HOO!!!!  too cool as it will be in the auditorium&lt;br /&gt;theater in chicago.  can't wait for this date to be history in my life&lt;br /&gt;book.  i've never seen them live and have been consistently listening to&lt;br /&gt;them since high school.  hail to the thief!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;a couple of movies i've watched lately that you should check out if you&lt;br /&gt;haven't:  munich (which is now on dvd), me, you, and everyone we know is a&lt;br /&gt;quirky movie with deeper meaning to it than it seems, v for vendetta was&lt;br /&gt;cool and yes - it's about bush administration (very obvious), and&lt;br /&gt;hitchcock's north by northwest.  always gotta stick a classic flick on the&lt;br /&gt;list.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;holla!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-114729374740411855?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/114729374740411855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=114729374740411855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/114729374740411855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/114729374740411855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2006/05/golden-slumbers.html' title='golden slumbers'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-114677645943027061</id><published>2006-05-04T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T09:58:27.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'>baby's in black</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MISSING IN ACTION - sorry to be in nowhere land and not yell out my status&lt;br /&gt;to the seeker, however, personal turmoil has made me not want to write out&lt;br /&gt;to the masses.  nothing big - more like a personal rut but i'm getting&lt;br /&gt;through it.  sometimes stuff like this happens out of boredom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;passive aggression - what the hell are you?  i've been known to be passive&lt;br /&gt;aggressive and it's become a complaint by some.  however - i can't&lt;br /&gt;understand what the hell i'm doing that makes it passive aggressive.  SO -&lt;br /&gt;let me list the faults that I do that will probably reveal what passive&lt;br /&gt;aggression is.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;when i see someone doing something "wrong" (in a sense where i don't like&lt;br /&gt;it or its something messed up), instead of being blunt, sometimes i lay&lt;br /&gt;guilt trips about it.  also, i tend to ask a question putting the wrong&lt;br /&gt;doer in opposite shoes to see if what he/she is doing is wrong.  get what&lt;br /&gt;i'm saying?  example - "hey, is it wrong to put knives in people's back?"&lt;br /&gt;apparently, i hang out with backstabbers.  badum ching!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;randumbly ongoing - i've deteriorated a ligament in my foot.  it was&lt;br /&gt;swollen before and in serious pain, however, it's gone down in swelling and&lt;br /&gt;now i don't feel too much pain (which tends to happen over time).  BUT&lt;br /&gt;since i'm missing that ligament, i still have to undergo physical therapy,&lt;br /&gt;which consists of an ultra sound foot massage and whirlpool treatment.  how&lt;br /&gt;lavish a therapy is that?!  i just hate the fact that i can't completely&lt;br /&gt;run yet and i can seriously injure my foot if i exert myself too much.&lt;br /&gt;booooo!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;i've returned from the Asian American mecca known as California.  i visited&lt;br /&gt;family and overwhelmed myself with rest and food.  eat, go, sleep, go, eat,&lt;br /&gt;sleep.  in that order and repeat for 3 days.  NOW if only there were a way&lt;br /&gt;to do everything without gaining weight.  hhhmmmmm - a new invention could&lt;br /&gt;be in the works....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-114677645943027061?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/114677645943027061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=114677645943027061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/114677645943027061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/114677645943027061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2006/05/babys-in-black.html' title='baby&apos;s in black'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-114537159181147961</id><published>2006-04-18T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T09:58:27.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>northern song</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;patience - is it really for you? OR is it really for the other guy?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;i'm starting to believe that the trait of patience is as equally BAD as it&lt;br /&gt;is good.  I've always thought patience is a great asset to have and taking&lt;br /&gt;your time on things produces better quality.  HOWEVER, as i'm becoming more&lt;br /&gt;involved with my projects - patience is also letting people get away from&lt;br /&gt;stuff.  people easily take patience for granted.  another aspect that is&lt;br /&gt;not to the fault of evil (as i'm guilty of it too) is that people DO get&lt;br /&gt;busy and DO forget to do things.  so patience would be important for&lt;br /&gt;keeping up good relations, but patience would not be good if you know that&lt;br /&gt;the person can be forgetful.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;randumbly - do you really get mentally hurt when someone penalizes a&lt;br /&gt;characteristic you pride yourself on?  i do.  i don't think i should as i'm&lt;br /&gt;a "guy," but shiet man....i have feelings too.  when someone says i'm not&lt;br /&gt;funny or not patient or very unreliable - i take it to heart because i&lt;br /&gt;really do pride myself on those assets.  it's all i got man.  i think my&lt;br /&gt;other big characteristic is pride itself.  i have lots of pride.  when&lt;br /&gt;someone pokes at it, i take offense to it.  and i hate getting sour - i&lt;br /&gt;wish i could brush things off my shoulder but grudges are evil.  you want&lt;br /&gt;that revenge so badly because greed and being selfish is easy to do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;it's all hate man.  just like star wars - it's easy to get unto the dark&lt;br /&gt;side.  but i'm tellin you - it's just as stressful to stay that way.  it&lt;br /&gt;takes more work to start shiet up and be angry at someone than it is to&lt;br /&gt;just shrug it off and be on your way.  i get too much crap from sexually&lt;br /&gt;deprived men because they build up too much testosterone and can only take&lt;br /&gt;it out on other guys.  you get some beer in them, say the wrong words, and&lt;br /&gt;bam - they hold a grudge on you cause in retrospect and all honesty - men&lt;br /&gt;are truly little babies.  sorry men - i'm not gay, nor am i a p*ssy....but&lt;br /&gt;honestly, we get too worked up and are probably worse than women cause we&lt;br /&gt;don't release our anger.  we keep our feelings bottled up and act like&lt;br /&gt;little babies to try and compensate the way we feel instead of standing up&lt;br /&gt;with a little confidence, being a man, and saying what's on your mind.  we&lt;br /&gt;also act more sick than we really are and need more help then we actually&lt;br /&gt;ask for.  just stop being a frickin baby and speak up!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;okay - too much drama that's unnecessary needs to go away.  hope y'all are&lt;br /&gt;having better days!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-114537159181147961?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/114537159181147961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=114537159181147961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/114537159181147961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/114537159181147961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2006/04/northern-song.html' title='northern song'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-114485865334066830</id><published>2006-04-12T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T09:58:27.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>then there was music!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow - my documentary made a magazine!  woo hoo!!  Exit Weekly is a magazine&lt;br /&gt;based out of New Jersey and luckily, my boy Greg P-diggidy dropped some&lt;br /&gt;knowledge about my film to his editor.  Next thing I know, I get a call on&lt;br /&gt;my day off, answer some questions and a week later - bam...I'm public.&lt;br /&gt;It's good P.R.  Well - if you think about it, anything to be in the public&lt;br /&gt;eye is good P.R.  Good or bad vibes will nontheless make people talk about&lt;br /&gt;you.  If I stir up a little contro - sure I'll take it.  I just want people&lt;br /&gt;to start taking interest in the matter.  Check out the documentary blog&lt;br /&gt;NOW!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;I'm on the verge of creating a production company.  Still working on a good&lt;br /&gt;name for it though.  Didn't know how difficult it was till I started saying&lt;br /&gt;the names out loud.  I'm trying to use my vast humor to play a pun on&lt;br /&gt;something that I liked when I was a child.  Can't think of anything though.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I'll think of something...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;MAN - I watched Swingers last night.  Didn't realize how much I missed that&lt;br /&gt;movie.  It's SO good for what it costs and how it played out production&lt;br /&gt;wise.  Here's Jon Favrau, Vince Vaughn, and Ron Livingston broke on their&lt;br /&gt;asses and trying to crack into the biz.  Jon writes up this stellar&lt;br /&gt;screenplay and gets in cahoots with one of his friends who's a producer.&lt;br /&gt;She gets Doug Liman into it, just as an advisor.  then he gets so caught&lt;br /&gt;into it that he wants to direct it.  for like 5 or 6 months, they build up&lt;br /&gt;funding.  the shoot for a couple of months and then get it out to the&lt;br /&gt;people.  they reached more success through dvd than theatrical rec.  the&lt;br /&gt;story of how this movie got made amazes me, as you can see.  vince and jon&lt;br /&gt;rock the scenes and ron livingston still plays one of the better straight&lt;br /&gt;men in my opinion (next to steve corral and will farrell).  ["Straight Man"&lt;br /&gt;is the character that plays up the "normal" person.  he's the guy that is&lt;br /&gt;the everyman and isn't outlandish with his demeanor.  past "straight men"&lt;br /&gt;are Felix Unger, mr. drummond, and daddy warbucks.]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;rockin da casbah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-114485865334066830?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/114485865334066830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=114485865334066830' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/114485865334066830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/114485865334066830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2006/04/then-there-was-music.html' title='then there was music!'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-114424917905371982</id><published>2006-04-05T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T09:58:27.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I read the news today, oh boy....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm seriously running out of beatles songs to name my posts after.  i may&lt;br /&gt;start repeating....my apologies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;AH - if you look at the paper today as opposed to one of my prior posts -&lt;br /&gt;netflix is sueing blockbuster for using the same methods of dvd rental.&lt;br /&gt;frickin coincidence city man!  maybe someone from netflix is a frequent&lt;br /&gt;flyer of randumb 101 and said, "wait just a gosh darn minute!  blockbuster&lt;br /&gt;IS rippin us off!"  and again, i'll say that i'm waiting for my comp check&lt;br /&gt;in the mail from netflix.  holla!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;4 days later from starting a screenplay at 11:30 pm on friday night (after&lt;br /&gt;the coldplay concert which was of less energy than vegas version).  i am 64&lt;br /&gt;pages deep and probably only 60 percent done.  what sucks is that i know i&lt;br /&gt;have to cut out so much crap, that i don't even know if i'll still have a&lt;br /&gt;full movie in my hands after editing.  however, i must say, this screenplay&lt;br /&gt;is taking the life out of me.  the only rest that i see throughout my day&lt;br /&gt;(for the past week) has been sleep itself and my morning commute with my&lt;br /&gt;cousin.  i just sit there and try to not think of anything.  its very&lt;br /&gt;difficult though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;i'm covering for 2 people at work this week.  one is out on operation and&lt;br /&gt;the other is nursing a cold.  [which i've always thought to have sounded&lt;br /&gt;wierd.  in essence of "nursing" a cold, doesn't that mean that you're&lt;br /&gt;taking care of the cold like you want to make the cold to be stronger?? ]&lt;br /&gt;so i'm swamped at the dayjob.  right when i get outta here, i write on the&lt;br /&gt;train.  once i'm home, i either eat or write.  this whole month is asian&lt;br /&gt;american heritage month, which means i have footage to tape every week this&lt;br /&gt;month.  thing is, i NEED to finish this screenplay by a deadline of april&lt;br /&gt;17th.  i'm mentally and physically tired.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;i have no time to watch movies.  my netflix is not paying off this month.&lt;br /&gt;SEE - i add on this extra project of a screenplay, and i'm extremely wiped&lt;br /&gt;out.  what i hate the most out of it - it doesn't seem real.  to me - i&lt;br /&gt;feel like everyone around me thinks this is childplay.  like i'm not&lt;br /&gt;serious or it's a daydream with no immediate result to it.  i guess it&lt;br /&gt;sucks when everyone in the world wants to be in the movies - but who's&lt;br /&gt;really doing anything about it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;editing is the key to my documentary, screenplay, and in a&lt;br /&gt;way.....life......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;"you're so deep that i want to laugh in your face."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-114424917905371982?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/114424917905371982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=114424917905371982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/114424917905371982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/114424917905371982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-read-news-today-oh-boy.html' title='I read the news today, oh boy....'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-114382602677710674</id><published>2006-03-31T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T09:58:27.019-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the way things are going - they're gonna crucify me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO - i have a mission this weekend, which i'm pretty confident about but&lt;br /&gt;not sure if i, personally, can pull it off.  it's gonna take dire&lt;br /&gt;determination, imagination, and no sleep.  i am presenting to myself a&lt;br /&gt;challenge of my writing skills.  THUS - this weekend i will bust out a&lt;br /&gt;screenplay.  i've been brainstorming and have characters drawn out, but&lt;br /&gt;haven't written anything solid yet.  so, this weekend, i will begin this&lt;br /&gt;friday night and finish by sunday a draft of a screenplay.  i'm destined to&lt;br /&gt;write out approximately 120 pages of goodness.  it's a murder mystery with&lt;br /&gt;a refrain in the end.  this has been lodged up in my head for awhile so i&lt;br /&gt;feel like the beginning part shouldn't be difficult to get through.&lt;br /&gt;however, i think the ending will be the bitch of me.  i'll keep ya posted&lt;br /&gt;on this one....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;i'm gonna enter it into a competition that has a deadline of april 17th.&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;tonight - coldplay concert at the united center.  should be fun cause they&lt;br /&gt;had a great concert in vegas.  hopefully it'll be close to the same energy&lt;br /&gt;if not better.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;i've been on hiatus lately cause time is so crucial.  i haven't even had&lt;br /&gt;time to watch any good movies lately.  errrrr!  i want to see v for&lt;br /&gt;vendetta but i have this screenplay thingy, then the asian american film&lt;br /&gt;festival is in town, and coldplay tonight, etc., etc., etc.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;randumb commentary: alright, so i wasn't a coldplay fan to begin with, but&lt;br /&gt;their concert was very cool, so i started to dig'em.  i'm not like a #1 fan&lt;br /&gt;or something.  i actually like bands like radiohead, white stripes, and the&lt;br /&gt;beatles.  i'm pretty ecclectic and can listen to anything.  i know how to&lt;br /&gt;appreciate things for what they're worth and can see how or why other&lt;br /&gt;people might like things.  SO - don't hate on me or gimmie lip for going to&lt;br /&gt;a coldplay concert if you don't dig their sounds.  i dig'em and they put up&lt;br /&gt;a good live show - end story.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;it's gettin warmer in chicago!  WOO HOO!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-114382602677710674?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/114382602677710674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=114382602677710674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/114382602677710674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/114382602677710674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2006/03/way-things-are-going-theyre-gonna.html' title='the way things are going - they&apos;re gonna crucify me!'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-114347471529039226</id><published>2006-03-27T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T09:58:26.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>junk</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want to say how much netflix rocks.  i only signed up a month ago,&lt;br /&gt;but it really does save me moola.  i use to go to blockbuster at least&lt;br /&gt;twice a month and rent at least 2 movies, which would add up to 10 bucks a&lt;br /&gt;visit - thus 20 bucks a month.  With netflix, 20 bucks a month gets you 2&lt;br /&gt;movies for like 3 times a month and the bonus is no late fees whatsoever!&lt;br /&gt;there's no late fees at blockbuster, but if you don't return it in a week&lt;br /&gt;after the due date, you have to buy it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;i know, i know....blockbuster has this netflix thingy too, where you can go&lt;br /&gt;online and do it up just like netflix.  but why go with the dopleganger&lt;br /&gt;when you can go with the original?  and i use to think the whole mailing&lt;br /&gt;thing would be a nuissance - no dice.  its totally cool and small enough to&lt;br /&gt;fit in our mailbox.  works well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;and now i await my plug check from netflix.  haha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;moving randumbly.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;i'm having like a day 2 hangover.  i wasn't even plastered on saturday&lt;br /&gt;night, but i guess its the way drinks are made and how many brain cells i&lt;br /&gt;kill off, but i'm still minorly hurt here.  it's just a headache that won't&lt;br /&gt;go away.  NO - it's not a migrain or "a tumor" (circa Kindergarden Cop,&lt;br /&gt;where boys have penises and girls have vaginas).  they say hangovers are&lt;br /&gt;usually products of dehydration, but i've been drinking gallons of water&lt;br /&gt;for the past 2 days.  still a little hurt here.  it'll pass....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;ncaa brackett - you're all screwed!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-114347471529039226?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/114347471529039226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=114347471529039226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/114347471529039226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/114347471529039226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2006/03/junk.html' title='junk'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-114313267548213357</id><published>2006-03-23T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T09:58:26.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'>baby's in black</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know how you can tell when you're starting to feel old?  when the joke&lt;br /&gt;"Take my wife please!" begins to be funny.  some 16 yr. old kid could&lt;br /&gt;understand why it would be funny, but for some reason, in my older age, I&lt;br /&gt;actually laughed out loud when i heard it (recently re-watching Goodfellas&lt;br /&gt;for a record 187th time).  I use to watch Goodfellas religiously during&lt;br /&gt;college - especially my 2nd year.  I didn't have classes on fridays, so i&lt;br /&gt;appointed every friday as Goodfellas friday.  I must've worn that tape out&lt;br /&gt;cause i watched it so many damn times.  it was awesome.  then, i stopped&lt;br /&gt;watching it for a good while.  last night, i found it "On Demand" and i was&lt;br /&gt;eating, so i figure i didn't have to pay too much attention to it while i&lt;br /&gt;was munching.  however, i couldn't take my eyes off the television once it&lt;br /&gt;got on.  it was like a rebirth.  that movie's so frickin awesome!  STILL MY&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE MOVIE!  i need to get away from watching American Beauty for&lt;br /&gt;awhile.  Use to be my 2nd or 3rd fav movie - now it's starting to drop in&lt;br /&gt;my personal list.  sorta getting beat by tupac resurrection.  i swear it's&lt;br /&gt;a frickin good movie and i'm not big on tupac.  no joke man...no joke.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;ugh...back to work.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-114313267548213357?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/114313267548213357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=114313267548213357' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/114313267548213357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/114313267548213357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2006/03/babys-in-black.html' title='baby&apos;s in black'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-114304173318306925</id><published>2006-03-22T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T09:58:26.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>gotta git'ya into my life, somehow someway!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realized how much i miss watching conan o'brien.  i saw that he's&lt;br /&gt;coming to chicago in may to do some tapings.  WOO HOO!!  i'm gonna try my&lt;br /&gt;damndest to get tickets.  i saw conan live about 4 times during college.&lt;br /&gt;one of my goals in life at one time was to write for conan, but dunno how&lt;br /&gt;far fetched that is now.  less we forget that nothing is ever too far&lt;br /&gt;fetched - especially if you're trying to pursue a dream where only a&lt;br /&gt;minimal amount of stars shine bright enough for all to see.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;sometimes i think i write too metaphorically.  sorry....just gotta try to&lt;br /&gt;catch what i'm saying.  sorta like my sense of humor - just gotta catch the&lt;br /&gt;joke.  and yes - i do push bad jokes sometimes.  but who the f*ck cares -&lt;br /&gt;you never know a bad joke until you try it.  someone's gotta give you a&lt;br /&gt;sympathy laugh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;i've lived in chicago for almost 5 years now.  (well, technically i'm in&lt;br /&gt;evanston now....so, i've been in chicago for 4 years, and IL for 5 years.)&lt;br /&gt;i've moved around from house to house every year till this past year, when&lt;br /&gt;i moved into a condo with 3 other cousins.  this will be the longest i've&lt;br /&gt;stayed in one spot since i lived at home with my parents and that's about 7&lt;br /&gt;years ago.  crazy how where you hang your hat can change so many times....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;a mezzo mezzo day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-114304173318306925?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/114304173318306925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=114304173318306925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/114304173318306925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/114304173318306925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2006/03/gotta-gitya-into-my-life-somehow.html' title='gotta git&apos;ya into my life, somehow someway!!'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-114289400485589722</id><published>2006-03-20T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T09:58:26.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's gettin betta all the time!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is something that i didn't understand till later on in life.  i was&lt;br /&gt;part of a fraternity and when i was an undergrad whenever I met alumni, i&lt;br /&gt;did my best to make them my friend.  i wanted there to be a sense of truth&lt;br /&gt;behind the word "brotherhood" and i really did make an effort to get to&lt;br /&gt;know this dude that i'm associated with through an organization.  however,&lt;br /&gt;the alumnus that i was trying to get to know always seemed too busy and it&lt;br /&gt;was always difficult for him to come around.  now - definitely&lt;br /&gt;understandable that there are "real world, out of college" things going on&lt;br /&gt;and then there are "college, i'm getting wasted tonight" things going on -&lt;br /&gt;so those are the different spectrums on the board.  but i never understood&lt;br /&gt;why they couldn't do little things every now and then - maybe stop by 2&lt;br /&gt;times a month or give a call to an undergrad to see how things are going.&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER, now that i'm an adult (or pretend to be), i can see how it gets&lt;br /&gt;difficult to do those little things.  here i am, trying to balance these&lt;br /&gt;things on a normal basis:  a 40 hour per week job, a total commute time of&lt;br /&gt;2 hours a day, keeping in shape by running at least 2 or 3 times a week&lt;br /&gt;(which is approx. 2 hours a gym visit), my documentary filmmaking career is&lt;br /&gt;another job within itself (i email, do massive research, film gigs, write a&lt;br /&gt;crap load of stuff up, read, read, and read; do marketing, networking, and&lt;br /&gt;trying to make contacts anywhere i can), and to add to this whole shabang,&lt;br /&gt;i need to make room for my girlfriend.  Whew - try saying this whole list&lt;br /&gt;under one minute.  that's how i feel most of the time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;to add on to the beginning of my topic, i can see how i couldn't or maybe&lt;br /&gt;might not even want to try to relate to some 18 year old kid who's worried&lt;br /&gt;about how to grow funds for rush.  BUT for my AKL homies - i feel your pain&lt;br /&gt;brothas.  you young ones - just keep on keeping on cause even though that&lt;br /&gt;old alumnus f*cker won't hear me out, just keep doin your own shiet cause&lt;br /&gt;in your world, grabbing your balls and doing stuff is the best example you&lt;br /&gt;can set for everyone else.  that's what i did and by learning my place in&lt;br /&gt;the organization, things ran well for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;NOW, up to date and in relation to today - i may be slacking in the&lt;br /&gt;friendship department.  it's hard.  it really is.  i wish i could keep up&lt;br /&gt;with friends at all times and make sure everyone is always okay.  but i&lt;br /&gt;don't have enough time during my days.  i don't have time for me sometimes&lt;br /&gt;and when i push myself further to be a better person by helping others - i&lt;br /&gt;really do forget to help myself.  it could sound stupid but if you know me,&lt;br /&gt;you could probably see me doing this.  i really do try to accommodate to&lt;br /&gt;everyone as much as possible and sometimes i become a d*ck because i need&lt;br /&gt;to have everyone feel alright.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;alright...i don't feel like writing this anymore.  this is complaining that&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't want to hear from anyone...so, why should i do this to ya'll,&lt;br /&gt;when i don't even wanna hear it.  werd.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-114289400485589722?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/114289400485589722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=114289400485589722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/114289400485589722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/114289400485589722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-gettin-betta-all-time.html' title='it&apos;s gettin betta all the time!!'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-114262204494432971</id><published>2006-03-17T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T09:58:26.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>savoy truffle!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what i like witnessing when the observee is non-suspecting?&lt;br /&gt;innocence.  its so cool to see someone that is important or strong and to&lt;br /&gt;assume that this person is always proper, especially in a work place&lt;br /&gt;environment - but then to see them outside of that persona without them&lt;br /&gt;knowing it.  well ....that's just sincere and it makes you appreciate that&lt;br /&gt;person on a different level.  BUT this could just be me and taking in the&lt;br /&gt;breath of life to another extent.  sometimes writing gets difficult when&lt;br /&gt;you want to create this complex character because there are "rules" to&lt;br /&gt;sticking with the humanity and flaw of a character.  its a sense of&lt;br /&gt;consistancy because audience members are more observant than what writers&lt;br /&gt;give them credit for.  rule of thumb for writers:  write for smart people,&lt;br /&gt;but then again, write to someone that has never heard of it before.&lt;br /&gt;comprende vou?  you want to break down a story but don't dumb it down for&lt;br /&gt;people.  SO going back to this character thing, and relating it to real&lt;br /&gt;people - how can i be consistant when in the world we live in, people can&lt;br /&gt;change in a minute.  HOWEVER, just to write outloud (instead of "think&lt;br /&gt;outloud"), i guess maybe the character's consistent characteristic is to&lt;br /&gt;always change.  (i'm trying to be cleaver by always being inconsistant on&lt;br /&gt;spelling 'consistent.')  ANYHOO - what initiated this thought was how i&lt;br /&gt;came across the doodlings of someone at work.  she's a contract specialist&lt;br /&gt;and when i was going through her files, i saw this butterfly doodle snuck&lt;br /&gt;in along with red penned comments of important legalized terminology.  it's&lt;br /&gt;like all this important stuff, and then this butterfly doodle.  for the&lt;br /&gt;type of person she is, you wouldn't suspect it.  it has a sense of&lt;br /&gt;innocence in it.  that all these hardworking older folks that we can easily&lt;br /&gt;get irritated with on a daily basis was at one time a young kipper that&lt;br /&gt;touched imagination in their unharmed mind.  unharmed by what society has&lt;br /&gt;influenced them to accept as right or wrong.  unharmed by bad experiences&lt;br /&gt;that they may always accept to be "wrong situations," but when in fact it&lt;br /&gt;could have been a one time or two time fluke.  NOT that i'm saying people&lt;br /&gt;cannot assume, but again i will reiterate - this might just be me.  my&lt;br /&gt;blog, my thoughts, my words.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;moving along - were you part of a fan club?  do they even do that anymore?&lt;br /&gt;like the kirk cameron fan club?  i guess there are more internet savvy kids&lt;br /&gt;out there that just join listservs about their favorite person.  what fun&lt;br /&gt;is that?  i would've joined the punky brewster fan club and seen how she&lt;br /&gt;suffered the problems of big boobs and what she did to overcome the jugs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;NCAA!!  Are y'all about the MADNESS?!?!  I am and tonight I will continue&lt;br /&gt;to get my fix...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;p.s.  i am now having a hard time thinking of beatles song titles as my&lt;br /&gt;post up titles from the top of my head.  i'm sure i'm missing a lot, but&lt;br /&gt;MAN....this is rough...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-114262204494432971?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/114262204494432971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=114262204494432971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/114262204494432971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/114262204494432971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2006/03/savoy-truffle.html' title='savoy truffle!'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-114237299274540679</id><published>2006-03-14T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T09:58:26.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>freeee as a bird</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;randumb:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;how long do you hang on to your parents' house keys from the time you move&lt;br /&gt;out to live on your own?  a year?  6 months?  just give it to them when you&lt;br /&gt;move out?  not sure....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;it's march madness time, baby!  gettin the bracketts goin and i'm in about&lt;br /&gt;4 pools too many.  i've never won this thing and this year, i'm picking&lt;br /&gt;different winners for every brackett.  so come on Duke, UConn, and Texas!!&lt;br /&gt;(i know, i know....i have UConn winning for 2 pools, so that's why i only&lt;br /&gt;named 3 schools).  have fun this thursday peoples!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;you know how hard it is to plan a bachleor party without going unto a porn&lt;br /&gt;site?  pretty damn hard!  i mean...i'm not the best man, but our best man&lt;br /&gt;wants a contribuatory effort from the groom's party.  thus i am helping&lt;br /&gt;search for venues, liquors, and topless shot girls.  however, you can never&lt;br /&gt;get too raunchy without getting unto a porn website.  then you get the pops&lt;br /&gt;ups and then the possible viruses, and then these things automatically&lt;br /&gt;install crap on your harddrive that you don't know how to uninstall, then&lt;br /&gt;they setup their porn website as your homepage and next time you go to open&lt;br /&gt;up explorer (or firefox or navigator if you're living in 1997...holla&lt;br /&gt;rutgers!) you get all the same pop ups and computer problems.  see what we&lt;br /&gt;go through to satisfy a man on his last days as a single being!  are&lt;br /&gt;bachelorette parties any easier??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;anyone wanna donate to my documentary?  i'm in the middle of writing up&lt;br /&gt;proposals to gain sponsorships.  the downside - deadlines and when money&lt;br /&gt;would actually being coming in.  don't know if it would be in time with the&lt;br /&gt;timeline i had in mind.  we'll see.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;back to monotony....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-114237299274540679?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/114237299274540679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=114237299274540679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/114237299274540679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/114237299274540679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2006/03/freeee-as-bird.html' title='freeee as a bird'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-114200660823148093</id><published>2006-03-10T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T09:58:26.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>we're sgt. peppa'z lonely hearts club band, i hope you will enjoy the show....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not a coffee drinker.  i'm a tea person, but i'm not anti-coffee.  so&lt;br /&gt;i will indulge on the caffiene if i need it.  right now i just had the&lt;br /&gt;infamous grande caramel macchiato bla bla skim milk light whip creme&lt;br /&gt;splenda bla bla.  ANYHOO - good stuff, till it gets down to that last drop&lt;br /&gt;that's full of caramel residue and pure shot of caffiene - yowza!  i did a&lt;br /&gt;little body shake after i drank it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;randumbly - isn't that wierd??  have you ever experienced that little body&lt;br /&gt;shake.  it's when you're body takes in or feels something that really isn't&lt;br /&gt;right to its system.  so it gives you a shake or warning signal.  sorta&lt;br /&gt;like when you cough the first time you inhale a cigerette - which i am&lt;br /&gt;totally free of.  thank god on my smelling system.  no offense to cigerette&lt;br /&gt;smokers, cause i was part of the club for about 8 years, but for the last&lt;br /&gt;year i've been on and off and recently i can say right now that i have&lt;br /&gt;officially quit smoking.  WERD BIOTCH!  no joke.  now don't get me wrong -&lt;br /&gt;if i'm completely hammered or tokishly grinning, i might partake in a&lt;br /&gt;stick, but somehow my body does the shake and i know that its something&lt;br /&gt;that i don't like.  since i've been clean - geeez....smelling senses??&lt;br /&gt;where the hell did you come from??  it's amazing how much i can breathe&lt;br /&gt;better and smell things with acute attention.  however, i will NOT become&lt;br /&gt;one of these pricks that have the need to pretend cough or say something&lt;br /&gt;under my breath to someone that smokes.  i've been there before, so i know&lt;br /&gt;what its like to be a smoker.  BUT, to continue, i'm not fond of people&lt;br /&gt;that think that cutting back to lights or ultra lights will help in your&lt;br /&gt;cause to stop smoking.  the only REAL way to do it is to either get help or&lt;br /&gt;quit cold turkey.  the way i see if is that your body and the habit itself&lt;br /&gt;are keen to each other.  in other words, when it gets together, they like&lt;br /&gt;to hang out with each other for that quick fix of 5 minutes.  but if you&lt;br /&gt;want to quit - you're gonna have to WANT it that you will be able to do it.&lt;br /&gt;don't gimmie this bull shiet about cutting back and then missing it so&lt;br /&gt;badly.  just keep remembering why it's bad and stay strong!  SO if you tell&lt;br /&gt;me you're quitting or trying to stop smoking, don't look for sympathy from&lt;br /&gt;me.  once you tell me you want to quit - you better not be lying to&lt;br /&gt;yourself and me, cause i will question why you're smoking a cigerette if&lt;br /&gt;you break one out after saying those werds.  sorry - that's just me.  i'm&lt;br /&gt;not a mean person and i'll probably not care the first couple of times&lt;br /&gt;around when you break a stick out.  but after awhile, you're preaching gets&lt;br /&gt;old and if you keep saying "i'm gonna quit" but don't show any changes -&lt;br /&gt;i'm just gonna shake my head in disappointment.  ALRIGHT - enough of this&lt;br /&gt;bull shiet.  happier times....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;randumbly - i'm watching anything box tonight.  80's stuff.  don't know&lt;br /&gt;them that well, but i've been listening to them for the past week.  they're&lt;br /&gt;okay.  i'm not that psyched, but i'm excited to go to a concert.  should be&lt;br /&gt;fun nonetheless.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;st. patty's day is big in chicago.  they turn lake michigan into a sea of&lt;br /&gt;green.  very cool sight.  the funny part - lake michigan is naturally&lt;br /&gt;green.  yuck.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;i'm eating at millinium park grill today.  it has the #3 best burger out of&lt;br /&gt;the 10 top burgers in chicago - according to the chicago tribune.  cannot&lt;br /&gt;wait!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;ANYHOO, have a good summer.  k.i.t.  b.f.f.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-114200660823148093?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/114200660823148093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=114200660823148093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/114200660823148093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/114200660823148093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2006/03/were-sgt-peppaz-lonely-hearts-club.html' title='we&apos;re sgt. peppa&apos;z lonely hearts club band, i hope you will enjoy the show....'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16882846.post-114165937747877434</id><published>2006-03-06T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T09:58:26.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ya say you want a revolution, well ya know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY - so here are my post oscar thoughts:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;-Crash -- good deal!  it shouldn't be a surprise - if brokeback wasn't in&lt;br /&gt;the running, crash would've taken the cake easily.  i'm actually more happy&lt;br /&gt;that haggis won for best original screenplay AND even though he was as&lt;br /&gt;nervous as he was - he still had a good point in his speech that stood for&lt;br /&gt;what his movie was all about.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;-gimmie a break with the representation of races.  yeah, yeah - so i'm&lt;br /&gt;doing a film about asian americans in mainstream culture.  and ya know what&lt;br /&gt;- asians are thrilled that Ang Lee finally won the grand prize after&lt;br /&gt;getting shot down for crouching tiger, hidden dragon (when he had also won&lt;br /&gt;the prominant awards that come before the big dance).  congrats to ang!&lt;br /&gt;BUT 3-6 mafia wins the oscar and african americans still feel that they&lt;br /&gt;weren't represented any better in that awards show.  didn't you see?  there&lt;br /&gt;was still a breakthrough!  rap has never EVER been involved with the&lt;br /&gt;academy awards and not only did it get nominated and performed BUT it even&lt;br /&gt;won!  3-6 mafia didn't look unhappy to me.  they were totally genuine and&lt;br /&gt;awesomely thrilled to win.  you never see people who win get that joyful -&lt;br /&gt;these guys showed on the outside how these prominant actors that win really&lt;br /&gt;feel on the inside.  so that's that!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;-best speech of the night:  george clooney.  can this guy be anymore cool?&lt;br /&gt;and then he was funny too.  talking about being 1997 sexiest man and being&lt;br /&gt;batman.  then he got a little deep and talked about the la la land of&lt;br /&gt;hollywood.  it was very short, blunt, and had meaning behind it.  cheers&lt;br /&gt;georgey boy....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;-nobody cried.  however, it looked like phoenix was gonna lose it after&lt;br /&gt;hoffman was named.  you'll get another chance brotha...you're frickin good&lt;br /&gt;like that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;-jon stewart was okay.  nothing great.  he tried to throw some political&lt;br /&gt;humor into the mix and i don't think the crowd was diggin it too much.  i&lt;br /&gt;will say this though - he's not afraid to do what comics are suppose to do&lt;br /&gt;on the oscars - say what they want.  at least he carried it well.  will he&lt;br /&gt;host again?  don't hold your breath....steve martin is still my favorite&lt;br /&gt;host.  sorry billy - you've just done it too many times.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;-still not sure about the reese witherspoon win.  deserving?  gonna have to&lt;br /&gt;watch walk the line again...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;-didn't like the music playing in the background during speeches.  sorta&lt;br /&gt;annoying.  it's suppose to be more of an indication to end your speech&lt;br /&gt;soon.  not to add more drama to it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;-lily tomlin and meryl streep.  totally funny and i believe that it was&lt;br /&gt;more improvised than thought out.  they must said, "let's read each other's&lt;br /&gt;lines" back stage before they came out.  it was good stuff.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;-will farrell and steve carral - also funny stuff.  BUT i'm gonna have to&lt;br /&gt;give the funny man award to ben stiller.  great man - really funny with the&lt;br /&gt;green suit!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;these are my thoughts and i'm stickin to it (unless i think otherwise)....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16882846-114165937747877434?l=randumb101.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/feeds/114165937747877434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16882846&amp;postID=114165937747877434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/114165937747877434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16882846/posts/default/114165937747877434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randumb101.blogspot.com/2006/03/ya-say-you-want-revolution-well-ya.html' title='ya say you want a revolution, well ya know...'/><author><name>Scrupulous Scribbler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6unnsal5tVY/S6e8rcubQvI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0F1o8rhnXxo/S220/me-wig1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
