<?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-13274701</id><updated>2011-12-13T21:52:38.169-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Real News Now</title><subtitle type='html'>Read what I write.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600401112439364730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img170.imageshack.us/img170/8700/copyof1qy5.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13274701.post-115745808864557025</id><published>2006-09-05T07:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T07:08:08.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun weekend</title><content type='html'>Yep, didn't do too much.  But I saw Undergrowth and Subnatural, and some other rap group too.  Anyways, that's all there is to say, cause it's bedtime and I have to be up in 7 hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13274701-115745808864557025?l=rnn2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/feeds/115745808864557025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13274701&amp;postID=115745808864557025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/115745808864557025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/115745808864557025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/2006/09/fun-weekend.html' title='Fun weekend'/><author><name>The Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600401112439364730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img170.imageshack.us/img170/8700/copyof1qy5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13274701.post-115719292735605741</id><published>2006-09-02T05:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T05:29:20.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Zomby zombies!</title><content type='html'>Yep, it's times like this where I sit and think to myself, "Wow, is this entire world just created soley for me to enjoy, and no one else?"  Because uh, what are the odds of there being a guide for what to do during a zombie outbreak in Austin?  Well, here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fvza.org/interactived1.html"&gt;http://www.fvza.org/interactived1.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13274701-115719292735605741?l=rnn2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/feeds/115719292735605741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13274701&amp;postID=115719292735605741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/115719292735605741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/115719292735605741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/2006/09/zomby-zombies.html' title='Zomby zombies!'/><author><name>The Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600401112439364730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img170.imageshack.us/img170/8700/copyof1qy5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13274701.post-115701898506119853</id><published>2006-08-31T04:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T05:09:45.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This ethics class sucks</title><content type='html'>Man, my damn teacher doesn't give us assignments we turn in physically, but instead gives us assignments to do on blackboard.  Blackboard is the fancy name for the online portion of some ACC classes.  So this teacher's giving us quizzes to do on blackboard, and assignments to turn in on blackboard.  That wouldn't be too bad, except the deadlines for the assignments suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, the class only meets on Tuesdays and Thursdays, but we have to check this blackboard shit all the time, because assignments aren't due the day of the class.  Nope.  It's bullshit, let me tell you what's due this next week.  Monday, due at noon, is a survey we have to take.  Tuesday, due at noon, is a quiz we have to take.  And due on Saturday at noon, is the first critical reflection essay.  Now, this class meets around 5:30pm, which is a little past noon.  And the way this shit is due, it fucks with the way I normally plan out my studying for classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a normal class, the survey would be turned in in class on Tuesday, and the first quiz would take up the first 10 minutes of class on Tuesday.  This "Critical Reflection Essay", would be due the following Tuesday, allowing a whole damn weekend plus a Friday and Monday to work on the thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So normally, it would be Monday night, and I'd do the survey to turn in the next day, and study for the quiz in class.  Then it would be Monday night again a week later, and I'd write up that essay.  But now, I'm going to have to get the survey done before I go to bed on Sunday, and then I'm going to have to get the quiz done before I go to bed on Monday, and I'll have to also get the essay done before I go to bed on Friday.  Earlier deadlines means less time to put things off.  I like to get fucked up Thursday nights because they're the last day of school for the week, and I like to get fucked up Friday nights too, because I still have Saturday to recover from a bad hangover if I happen to have one, and be fit as hell and ready to do some serious schoolwork by Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's worse is, I get next Monday off from school.  It's one of the only two days I get off this entire semester.  The other day being Thanksgiving Thursday.  And I have to have a fuckin survey turned in by noon that day?  God damn it, I wanted to be completely trashed all the way till Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know, you're thinking "Survey?  Don't you just respond to questions?", yeah, you do kind of.  I'm not sure how this second survey is going to be, but the first one presented you with 3 different dilemmas, and you had to say what decision you would have made in each dilemma, and then why.  Then later, for the last two questions, you had to talk about how your belief system factored in with your decision making, and then secondly what made the decision making difficult.  So, I guess we get graded for thoroughness, as in answering all parts of the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, overall it won't be too bad.  Besides the big reliance on blackboard, the professor's a pretty cool person, and I'm pretty sure I'm going to enjoy the course.   I mean, it's Ethics after all, getting to talk about what's ok and what's not ok for a whole 16 weeks, sounds like fun to me, cause I talk about shit like that all the time anyway.  It's just I don't cope well with these odd deadline requirements.  I'm used to the whole "Turn it in by this classdate or else" kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot, I think that the majority of handouts will also be given out over blackboard.  There's not a textbook for the course, so those handouts/readings are what we read.  I have a hard time reading something more than a page off of a PDF document, so I'd have to print it out.  The only options are to either print at the school for free, up to 15 pages, or print at home and probably use a whole ink cartridge.  Though a $20 ink cartridge always beats out a $100 text book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6253/1160/1600/blog%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6253/1160/400/blog%20008.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13274701-115701898506119853?l=rnn2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/feeds/115701898506119853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13274701&amp;postID=115701898506119853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/115701898506119853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/115701898506119853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-ethics-class-sucks.html' title='This ethics class sucks'/><author><name>The Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600401112439364730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img170.imageshack.us/img170/8700/copyof1qy5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13274701.post-115684950502205170</id><published>2006-08-29T05:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T06:06:09.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a puke at Parmer &amp; Lamar!</title><content type='html'>Yeah yeah, bad day and all because school started up.  Didn't get enough time off like usual.  I hope it wont be too bad, I mean, I don't see why it would be.  I'm only going 3 days a week.  It's just, on Tuesdays and Thursdays, I have to be there at 3:50pm.  Man, that means I need to wake up at 2.  Sure, sounds late for everyone else in the world, but god damn, that is fucking early as hell for me.  Just think of whenever you always wake up, now think about what if you had to start waking up 3 or 4 hours earlier than usual.  Yeah, sucks, doesn't it?  Over the summer, my classes started at 7:30 in the morning.  Think about something where you have to wake up 12 hours earlier than normal, you'd just stay up all day instead wouldn't you?  Well, that's what I did this whole fucking summer.  Woke up around 10 at night, and went to bed around noon, every day.  Hated it, I like to wake up around 4 to 6 at night, not at 10, and not at 2 in the afternoon either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, on the drive to school today, there was this lady puking next to me.  &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Austin,+TX&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;z=19&amp;ll=30.407751,-97.677823&amp;spn=0.001043,0.002704&amp;t=h&amp;om=1"&gt;Here's where it happened.&lt;/a&gt;  Yep, one of those awkward moments.  This passenger in the car to my left had her door open and her head sticking out, puking.  It was pretty funny though, cause when I pulled up to the light, there was this guy in an older SAAB to my right, looking over to the left where the puking action was going on before I got there, and when I pulled up and blocked his view, he gave me this funny weirded out look.  Heh, but I just smiled right back, cause hey, those older SAABs from the 80's, they're ugly as hell.  They look like a deformed egg with some wheels attached onto them.  Oh yeah, forgot to mention this particular SAAB was white, just like an egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, how many beautiful cars came out of the 80s that weren't supercars?  The Llamborghinis and Ferraris look nice, the Porsches look nice, but what else was there?  The 280zx's or whatever weren't too bad.  It's like these damn car designers were too coked out to give a shit about there designs.  Everything was either a box, an egg, or a boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, am I a bastard for sitting at the light, hoping that none of the puke would get on my car?  I was all thinking "Damn it, I don't want some pink shit on my car, but I'm going to wash it this weekend anyway, I wonder if it sticks as bad as bird shit does?".  Good old human thought process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6253/1160/1600/blog%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6253/1160/400/blog%20007.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13274701-115684950502205170?l=rnn2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/feeds/115684950502205170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13274701&amp;postID=115684950502205170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/115684950502205170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/115684950502205170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/2006/08/take-puke-at-parmer-lamar.html' title='Take a puke at Parmer &amp; Lamar!'/><author><name>The Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600401112439364730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img170.imageshack.us/img170/8700/copyof1qy5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13274701.post-115676136116621951</id><published>2006-08-28T05:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T05:36:01.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored</title><content type='html'>Well, didn't do too much today.  I picked up the new TV today.  It must have some kind of digital antenna built into it, because I get a few HD channels over the airwaves.  It's too bad with TV specs, every manufacturer has their own word for everything, and things aren't very standardized with TV's.  For instance, if I wanted to do some wireless networking, you've got your choice of 802.11a, 802.11b, and 802.11g cards, switches, and routers that all fit the bill.  For TV's, the only real standard thing there seems to be are all of the different resolutions, you know, like 1080p and what not.  But all this other shit is unique to each manufacturer.  This set has this built in TV Guide system, similar to the channel guides that come with most digital cable services.  It's weird though, I guess it works for TV Guide because it is ad supported.  But they had this thing called a "G-Link cable" that you're supposed to hook up from your cable box to your TV if you have a cable box.  Then there's also this whole feature on the TV to be able to hook it up into your home network.  Honestly, I was pretty surprised it didn't just have 802.11b built into the damn thing.  It wouldn't be more than a $5 part for the manufacturer.  Instead, they expect you to have a damn rj-45 outlet in your living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The network feature doesn't seem very useful at all either.  All it can do, is view JPEG's and play MP3's off of networked computers.  That's it.  Can't play any other sound formats, can't view any other picture formats.  Can't stream video, read text files, check email, or browse the internet.  No instant messaging, no nothing.  The other feature of the network capability, is that you can send emails to your TV to tell it to record certain shows.  Sounds good in practice, but I read through the instructions to it, and it seems way out of reach of the average person.  It was real technical, and I almost think it'd be easier for me to setup my own recording system than to use the one built into the TV.  It's not even a record system in the TV, they expect you to hook up a vcr to the TV, and to use that little g-link cable to tell the vcr to record.  The g-link cable has an IR-sender on the end of the cable, and you're supposed to basically tape the IR-sender infront of the IR-receiver on the vcr.  That's neat and all, but I don't think you can tell the TV to record just new episodes, or entire seasons of shows.  I'd imagine it would fail as a TiVo alternative, or even a PC based PVR alternative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6253/1160/1600/blog%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6253/1160/400/blog%20006.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13274701-115676136116621951?l=rnn2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/feeds/115676136116621951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13274701&amp;postID=115676136116621951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/115676136116621951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/115676136116621951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/2006/08/bored.html' title='Bored'/><author><name>The Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600401112439364730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img170.imageshack.us/img170/8700/copyof1qy5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13274701.post-115668037355900526</id><published>2006-08-27T07:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T07:06:13.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good night</title><content type='html'>Man, tonight was pretty cool.  First off I started out by playing that new Point of Existence 2 mod for Battlefield 2.  It's a pretty good mod.  It's fun as hell, that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went out and saw the Flametrick Subs.  It was a pretty damn good show as usual.  They do some neat stuff.  They have those satans cheerleaders up there dancing the whole time, and the guy playing the bass is missing a hand too.  Doesn't get much neater than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I went over to Elysium for a little bit, then went to some afterparty.  Yeah, I banged the hell out of this one chick from Houston.  She had these weird contacts in.  I don't know what it is about those goth girls and fucking loving guys with mohawks, but it sure as hell kicks ass for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13274701-115668037355900526?l=rnn2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/feeds/115668037355900526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13274701&amp;postID=115668037355900526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/115668037355900526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/115668037355900526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/2006/08/good-night.html' title='Good night'/><author><name>The Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600401112439364730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img170.imageshack.us/img170/8700/copyof1qy5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13274701.post-115658445430790848</id><published>2006-08-26T04:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T04:27:34.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Full House</title><content type='html'>Well, didn't do too much today.  Just woke up, ate some pizza, and that was about it.  Oh yeah, finally finished Full House, Season Four.  It sucks.  All it is, is Michelle saying "You got it dude!" and "You're in big trouble mister!".  That's it.  That's all there is to that stupid show.  It's funny though cause every episode something bad happens, and it all gets fixed 10 minutes later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6253/1160/1600/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6253/1160/400/blog.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13274701-115658445430790848?l=rnn2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/feeds/115658445430790848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13274701&amp;postID=115658445430790848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/115658445430790848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/115658445430790848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/2006/08/full-house.html' title='Full House'/><author><name>The Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600401112439364730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img170.imageshack.us/img170/8700/copyof1qy5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13274701.post-115649903293838545</id><published>2006-08-25T04:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T04:47:27.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boobies</title><content type='html'>Yeah, so I didn't do too much today.  Woke up around 4 and ate this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6253/1160/1600/blog%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6253/1160/320/blog%20001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to go see that Ricky Bobby movie later.  It wasn't too bad.  It's about damn time there's a movie out there that makes fun of other racing movies (Fast and Furious not included).  But it definitely made some good fun of Days of Thunder.  Heh, when he's running around thinking he's on fire, "Tom Cruise!!!  SAVE ME TOM CRUISE!!!", and the dinner table scene where everyone debates on which Jesus you pray to, that was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to the movie, I hit 40,000 miles in my car.  Damn, I remember when it only had 4 miles on it.  Well, hopefully one day I'll see 400,000 miles on that little display, though I doubt it.  Not many cars seem to live that long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6253/1160/1600/blog%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6253/1160/320/blog%20005.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after the movie I went to the strip club.  Yeah, strip clubs kick ass.  Then hung out at some apartment for a little while, and now I'm home, fixing to go to bed here in another hour or so.  So tonight wasn't too bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13274701-115649903293838545?l=rnn2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/feeds/115649903293838545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13274701&amp;postID=115649903293838545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/115649903293838545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/115649903293838545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/2006/08/boobies.html' title='Boobies'/><author><name>The Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600401112439364730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img170.imageshack.us/img170/8700/copyof1qy5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13274701.post-115641220850839594</id><published>2006-08-24T04:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T04:36:48.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Been a little while</title><content type='html'>Yeah, so it's been a little while since I've posted anything here.  Well, the truth is, not much new really.  I guess I'll start updating this with what I did every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what did I do today?  Well, I woke up at 3pm, took a shower.  Then I took my brother to church.  Uh... then I ate some grilled hotdogs, and watched the Colbert Report.  Then that was pretty much it.  I've just been sitting here on the computer for most of the night.  Well, time to go to bed.  Nothing planned for tomorrow though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13274701-115641220850839594?l=rnn2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/feeds/115641220850839594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13274701&amp;postID=115641220850839594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/115641220850839594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/115641220850839594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/2006/08/been-little-while.html' title='Been a little while'/><author><name>The Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600401112439364730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img170.imageshack.us/img170/8700/copyof1qy5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13274701.post-114519087715196575</id><published>2006-04-16T07:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T07:34:37.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>loser ~</title><content type='html'>Man, I'm such a loser.  It's easy to get stuck on the negative points though, but sadly it seems like the positive parts about me are the same as the negative.  I think that I'm pretty much hit or miss with first impressions.  Either the person thinks I'm a total badass or I'm a total jackass.  But hey, that's good either way.  If they think I'm a badass, I can do whatever I want because then they just think it's that much cooler, and if they think I'm a jackass, who cares what I do, it's not like I can go any lower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I sure am having a hard time meeting people.  Yeah, I've got a few friends left from highschool, but I only see one of them every now and again.  And by 'a few' I mean more than 2 but less than 4.  I don't get it though, I've been going out trying to make friends, but it just aint happening.  I don't really click too well with anyone I talk to.  Seems like most people are basically the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see a little about me.  I'm 21, live at home, sleep all day and stay up all night, spend about all my freetime on the computer, or at least in the house.  Yeah, loser boy here.  My interests?  I'm interested in computers and concepts of time, ways the world could work.  These are things that are hard to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to talk about computers and it's the same as car talk, it's just spitting numbers back and fourth.  But the bad part is that neither person knows 100% what they're talking about.  I guess it's getting better though.  Five years ago you'd ask someone what size their hard drive was and they'd reply "I think it's a 500Mhz drive".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, concepts of time.  Time sure is a tricky bastard, but this is nothing anyone ever wants to talk about.  And ways that the world could work?  Forget it, it always turns into a political argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about my music tastes?  I tell you what, I listen to the shittiest music ever made.  It's all a bunch of bands and people no one has ever heard of.  I guess that's why I listen to it though.  It speaks to me.  I feel more of a connection with someone who's doing it on their own than I do with all this music on the radio from these artists that live in mansions.  Just about all of that popular music sounds so crappy though too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not shitty music though, at least not to me.  It's real music to me.  Someone speaking what's really on their mind.  It's just sounds coming out of a speaker, but you have to realize another real person made those sounds, just like how I'm sitting here really typing this in, and just like how you're sitting there reading this.  You could be standing and reading too I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what else is there?  I don't know, why are the negative points the same as the positve points?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, about the friends.  I guess I'm not exactly a whore with my friendship.  The friends I do still have, man they are some awesome people.  I just want more though.  I just want to know some badass people like that that want to do shit all the time.  Fuck man I'm getting sick and tired of being home all the damn time, and everytime I go out by myself I always end up back home by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man it sucks, I hate it how everywhere I go I always see these groups of people that know each other.  These boyfriends and girlfriends, and boyfriends and boyfriends, and girlfriends and girlfriends.  I guess you could throw some master and slave relationship in there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how it is for everyone else, but everytime I end up in one of those larger groups, I usually know one person pretty well, and the rest of the people I see that night, and never really see them again, or maybe I'll run into them occasionally.  These other people don't do anything to ensure seeing me again, and likewise I usually don't do anything either.  Sometimes I do though, but these people usually don't want to see me again.  I mean, it's like you want to hang out?  What the fuck are we gonna do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But shit man, the thing that confuses the fuck out of me, is that all these people in the large groups seem to know each other extremely well.  What the fuck.  I don't get it at all.  I don't understand how I'm missing this social ability.  I mean I've never fit in at all.  I've been trying to identify what I do that is wrong for years and years now so I can fix it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could say I have no friends, because that's pretty much what I feel like, but it's not true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, what about sleeping all day and staying up all night?  Well, by sleeping all day, I don't mean an hour or two past noon.  I'm talking about not even getting out of bed till the sun sets.  I usually go to bed around 8 in the morning.  I've got one class this semester that starts at 4 though, so I've been going to bed at 6 for now and waking up at 3.  It's a little bit of a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's awesome though, I'm a fucking vampire.  This whole completely backwards sleeping schedule of mine, it's given me a new perspective on the world.  That's for sure.  It seems that between 3:30am and 4:30am that the world is the deadest.  There's nothing on TV except for Paid Programing at these hours.  There are just about no people on the road.  If you go driving through neighborhoods, all of the houses are dark.  It is extremely quiet outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To put things into perspective, let's use the road example.  During the day, let's say a section of road has 5,000 cars pass over it during an hour.  That's some high traffic.  Now let's talk about how much traffic it has between 3:30 and 4:30.  This depends more if the traffic is industrial/commercial, or if it's residential.  If it's industrial/commercial traffic, like semi trucks and shit, then it's possible it would have anywhere from 100 to 500 cars pass over it during that hour.  Ok, I guess I'm mainly thinking about I35 here.  Let's be realistic though, I35 probably has more like 50,000+ cars pass over sections of it during an hour in the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now residential traffic.  Say a road like 620.  It's always busy as fuck during the day.  Now from hours like 3:30 to 4:30am.  A car will pass by maybe once every 5 or so minutes.  That puts us at 12 cars an hour.  Ok, realistically it's probably more like 20 cars an hour, but sill, that's a huge drop from 5,000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, this isn't finished, but I'm tired and I'm gonna go to bed.  Forgive any spelling and grammar mistakes, and anything that doesn't make any sense, because I'm sure it's in there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13274701-114519087715196575?l=rnn2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/feeds/114519087715196575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13274701&amp;postID=114519087715196575' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/114519087715196575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/114519087715196575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/2006/04/loser.html' title='loser ~'/><author><name>The Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600401112439364730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img170.imageshack.us/img170/8700/copyof1qy5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13274701.post-114457541766307769</id><published>2006-04-09T04:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T04:36:58.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick week</title><content type='html'>Week went by fast.  Nice weather mostly though.  I'm pretty tired right now, so what did I learn this week that I didn't know before?  Nothing that I can really think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to one of those Norml meetings they have here monthly.  We watched some video on what to do if you get pulled over by the cops.  Well, the video had more than just that on it, but that was all we watched.  I think it was called "Busted" or something like that.  Anyways, I thought I pretty much knew everything from previous bad experiences, but I learned something.  You don't have to have your windows down all the way.  You just have to crack your windows enough to be able to talk and pass the paperwork through the space, and apparently, according to this one old hippie guy that was there, he did this and it worked.  Heh, the way he said it.  He was talking about this big blunt of northern lights he just smoked and how he was so surprised the cop didn't smell it.  Ahh, northern lights, some intense weed that is.  Though the strongest smelling bud I've ever been around was this Afghani #1.  Man, I had a little gram on me and it stunk up the whole room within minutes.  This is when it was inside a bag and in my pocket.  Skunky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the coplet thing.  If or when the cop asks you to get out of the car, roll up the window and lock the doors.  Don't just get out and leave the door open, cause that gives them a chance to just stick there face in the car without really asking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's what I learned about that.  I already knew about the whole 'Don't incriminate yourself', 'I don't consent to searches of any kind' and some other thing too.  I'm just tired and have blanks in my mind.  Oh yeah, saying the whole "Officer, am I being detained, or am I free to go now?".  Because that lets you excuse yourself rather than waiting for the officer to excuse you from the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one time when I got pulled over though, the cop walked up to the passenger window.  What the hell would I do in that situation?  I guess I could still crack that window instead, but it would seem kind of odd.  I suppose it wouldn't matter unless I had something on me, or the car had fresh smoke in it.  But I'm sure if there was fresh smoke, I'd be stoned, and if I was stoned I'd be paranoid and have a heart attack.  Yeah, probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that video they showed the first scenario where the kid got searched and sent to jail, and then the second scenario where he didn't get searched and everything was ok.  Some funny notes, when the kid got busted, he didn't get a speeding ticket.  When the kids got out of getting searched, he did get a speeding ticket.  Man, these 3 kids get back in the car and are all happy.  I'm sitting here thinking wtf.  You just got a speeding ticket man.  I've never seen anyone so happy over getting a speeding ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm gonna go to bed.  I didn't double proof-read anything here.  So something that doesn't make sense, well, that's just how it's going to be.  Go have a shot for me and then re-read what this all says.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13274701-114457541766307769?l=rnn2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/feeds/114457541766307769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13274701&amp;postID=114457541766307769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/114457541766307769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/114457541766307769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/2006/04/quick-week.html' title='Quick week'/><author><name>The Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600401112439364730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img170.imageshack.us/img170/8700/copyof1qy5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13274701.post-114437955345665293</id><published>2006-04-06T22:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T22:12:33.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6253/1160/1600/DSCN042211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6253/1160/400/DSCN042211.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure is a pretty picture isn't it?  Really it's more of a picture of a pretty place.  So I guess that means it's not really a picture at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, more pictures &lt;a href="http://forums.fark.com/cgi/fark/comments.pl?IDLink=1999126&amp;thread_type=voteresults"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13274701-114437955345665293?l=rnn2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/feeds/114437955345665293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13274701&amp;postID=114437955345665293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/114437955345665293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/114437955345665293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/2006/04/sure-is-pretty-picture-isnt-it-really.html' title=''/><author><name>The Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600401112439364730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img170.imageshack.us/img170/8700/copyof1qy5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13274701.post-114389290148053135</id><published>2006-04-01T05:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T06:01:41.496-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for bed</title><content type='html'>Yep, today I thought was Saturday.  I woke up and the house was empty, and the house is usually empty on Saturdays.  So it's a weird feeling when you realize it's Friday.  It's like gaining an extra day out of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's great and all since we get to lose an hour tonight.  It's time for the time warp isn't it?  Spring forward, fall back.  That's how I remember it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Europe they don't do DST till the last Saturday in March, and they do it at 1am instead of 2am.  I think they just call it Summer Time instead of Daylight Saving(s) Time.  At least summer time makes sense.  I didn't understand what the hell DST was when I was little.  I was thinking to myself "Daylight savings time?  Why do we need to take time to save daylight?".  Now summer time, shit man, it's time for summer.  Makes perfect sense to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13274701-114389290148053135?l=rnn2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/feeds/114389290148053135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13274701&amp;postID=114389290148053135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/114389290148053135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/114389290148053135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/2006/04/time-for-bed.html' title='Time for bed'/><author><name>The Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600401112439364730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img170.imageshack.us/img170/8700/copyof1qy5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13274701.post-114320965178222519</id><published>2006-03-25T08:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T05:35:01.403-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Turtle dies at 255</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6253/1160/1600/ra854585789.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6253/1160/320/ra854585789.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.upi.com/NewsTrack/view.php?StoryID=20060323-105935-4122r"&gt;Adwaitya the Tortoise dead at the ripe age of 255&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, this turtle lived to be 255 years old.  Those damn turtle's sure do live a long ass time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13274701-114320965178222519?l=rnn2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/feeds/114320965178222519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13274701&amp;postID=114320965178222519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/114320965178222519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/114320965178222519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/2006/03/turtle-dies-at-255.html' title='Turtle dies at 255'/><author><name>The Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600401112439364730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img170.imageshack.us/img170/8700/copyof1qy5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13274701.post-114312092835524634</id><published>2006-03-24T04:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T04:58:15.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How not to defuse a landmine</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed style="width: 400px; height: 326px;" id="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DowAAAKM3mpfnnVMcHVh7jOoDA2x0vgqWYwhAOWRwrrC7T-7IpSSBfrnKyV59e0WsnxSNWTCg2i1VjoPYIYE_XMFwRCp-3bXcGzCMFlphfrQ8kCyt_oEdA0uVKSGzIAC8Lzs99Q5VvjBawC_YvIRHc3I91Oo7PL3SaRYz-ILDtWQNkG-obSWrfDf1xDnMI5K_T1UXaZ2Z_Q5O-6BB6wT8YKUL0ynq_eKsqU0qhYVxWTcNsOEJ%26sigh%3DKVMJxtVmJKapdlbTlzluU0XVljQ%26begin%3D0%26len%3D9308%26docid%3D-7918077839215057917&amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer%3Fcontentid%3D7937d72b1ff76258%26second%3D5%26itag%3Dw320%26urlcreated%3D1143120811%26sigh%3DQmd7_67tFSR9lGTdIGhPShhBubI&amp;amp;playerId=-7918077839215057917" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" quality="best" bgcolor="#ffffff" scale="noScale" wmode="window" salign="TL" flashvars="playerMode=embedded" align="middle"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now, we've all done this.  I hope so, or at least I have.  You see a landmine on the ground, and you see a teammate driving straight towards it.  You have a rocket launcher in your hands, what do you do?  Of course you shoot the mine with your rocket, but hope the mine doesn't blow you up like it did to this poor bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This short video cracks me up.  It's just funny how the guy dies, and then everyone just drives past him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I just woke up.  Slept in way too late today, waking up at 4am, not good at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13274701-114312092835524634?l=rnn2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/feeds/114312092835524634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13274701&amp;postID=114312092835524634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/114312092835524634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/114312092835524634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/2006/03/how-not-to-defuse-landmine.html' title='How not to defuse a landmine'/><author><name>The Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600401112439364730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img170.imageshack.us/img170/8700/copyof1qy5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13274701.post-114310551370797277</id><published>2006-03-23T03:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T03:18:33.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Orb</title><content type='html'>Yeah, so I saw The Orb the other day.  It wasn't too bad.  Just another one of those electronic shows where it's some guys up on the stage with some powerbooks and two projectors.  They started playing around 11, and the place was nearly empty around 2:30 so that's when I left.  They played three crappy songs in a row, so I figured it was time to go.  It kind of sucks going to these things by yourself though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13274701-114310551370797277?l=rnn2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/feeds/114310551370797277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13274701&amp;postID=114310551370797277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/114310551370797277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/114310551370797277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/2006/03/orb.html' title='The Orb'/><author><name>The Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600401112439364730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img170.imageshack.us/img170/8700/copyof1qy5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13274701.post-114293291855572078</id><published>2006-03-21T02:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T03:21:58.573-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Minoriteam - Tribe &amp; Prejudice - Episode #105 Review</title><content type='html'>Wow, that new Minoriteam show freaking sucks.  Now, I didn't see the whole episode, I kind of walked in on the middle of it, but I don't think seeing the first five minutes would have changed my opinion at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cartoon was like going to a show and seeing a really shitty band play.  You know how when you hear really shitty music, it just kind of goes through you?  That's how this show was.  The audio was horrible.  It was all loud, fast, and level.  I couldn't focus on what any of the characters were saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The visuals were the same.  Visually, it looked like one of those green and white tile floors in bathrooms in really old houses.  Just like the sound, I couldn't focus on what I was looking at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we have a show, where I can't focus on the sounds coming out of my tv, and I can't focus on the images on my tv.  That's not good.  I guess that maybe since I missed the first five minutes of this show, I didn't know what was going on for the last five minutes of it.  But damn, the visuals kept hoping around from one place to another, and so did the audio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This show is created by that &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Adam_de_la_Pena"&gt;Adam de la Pena&lt;/a&gt; guy.  He's that whiny kid from 'I'm with Busey'.  Ok, I think 'I'm with Busey' was his idea too, and that was a good show.  This guy has created some funny stuff.  Well, not really.  He had something to do with 'The Man Show'.  That was funny too.  But then he also had something to do with 'Crank Yankers' and 'Jimmy Kimmel Live'.  I don't watch those two shows at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this show will get better over time, but who knows.  With one of the characters named Jewcano, I hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what was episode one about?  Hell, I don't have a damn clue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13274701-114293291855572078?l=rnn2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/feeds/114293291855572078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13274701&amp;postID=114293291855572078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/114293291855572078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/114293291855572078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/2006/03/minoriteam-tribe-prejudice-episode-105.html' title='Minoriteam - Tribe &amp; Prejudice - Episode #105 Review'/><author><name>The Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600401112439364730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img170.imageshack.us/img170/8700/copyof1qy5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13274701.post-114169755888781967</id><published>2006-03-06T20:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T20:12:38.923-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Freakin Awesome</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6253/1160/1600/7754344_240X180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6253/1160/320/7754344_240X180.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thepittsburghchannel.com/news/7744766/detail.html"&gt;Armed Woman, 75, Holds Up Bank&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is awesome, this lady robbed a bank and she was 75.  She has no crimial history.  Looks like she's just living one of my lifelong dreams of robbing a bank when I turn 75 and have nothing to lose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13274701-114169755888781967?l=rnn2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/feeds/114169755888781967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13274701&amp;postID=114169755888781967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/114169755888781967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/114169755888781967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/2006/03/freakin-awesome.html' title='Freakin Awesome'/><author><name>The Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600401112439364730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img170.imageshack.us/img170/8700/copyof1qy5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13274701.post-114110043851910400</id><published>2006-02-27T22:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T22:20:38.530-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gonna see how high I can get this</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6253/1160/1600/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6253/1160/400/Untitled.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it turns out that when you use hibernate mode, it still makes your computer think it was on the entire time.  So I'm gonna see how high I can get this number up to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13274701-114110043851910400?l=rnn2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/feeds/114110043851910400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13274701&amp;postID=114110043851910400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/114110043851910400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/114110043851910400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/2006/02/gonna-see-how-high-i-can-get-this.html' title='Gonna see how high I can get this'/><author><name>The Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600401112439364730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img170.imageshack.us/img170/8700/copyof1qy5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13274701.post-114103338216802293</id><published>2006-02-27T03:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T03:43:02.180-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Moral Orel - God-Fearing - Episode #7 Review</title><content type='html'>Wow, this show is going downhill fast.  That episode where Orel got addicted to crack, that was the high point in this shows history so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this episode takes place during Halloween.  Orel has a hard time being scared of anything because he knows that his two best friends, God and Jesus, have his back and that there is nothing to be afraid of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This gives Orel the wild idea that if he breaks all ten commandments in a single day, that God and Jesus will hate him, meaning that Orel can be scared of God and Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Orel breaks all ten commandments, he has a talk with his dad in the study, then has a talk with the preacher, and that's pretty much it.  I guess this episode would have been better if Orel would have at least had a chance to become scared, instead of going straight into the study with his dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's it for the new episodes of Moral Orel for now.  I'm not too sure what the deal is on the next season or whatever.  Too bad tvtome.com is gone.  It used to be good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13274701-114103338216802293?l=rnn2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/feeds/114103338216802293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13274701&amp;postID=114103338216802293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/114103338216802293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/114103338216802293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/2006/02/moral-orel-god-fearing-episode-7.html' title='Moral Orel - God-Fearing - Episode #7 Review'/><author><name>The Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600401112439364730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img170.imageshack.us/img170/8700/copyof1qy5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13274701.post-114022765811082586</id><published>2006-02-17T19:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T19:54:18.123-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome, people are getting here from search engines</title><content type='html'>Yep, I've had a good number of referrals the other day from the MSN Search engine.  If you search for 'beverly hills ninja' my page is the second one on the list, and if you search for 'almost heros movie' or 'chris farley Almost Heros' I'm the first page result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it paid off for me to misspell heroes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out for yourself at &lt;a href="http://www.msn.com"&gt;http://www.msn.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13274701-114022765811082586?l=rnn2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/feeds/114022765811082586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13274701&amp;postID=114022765811082586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/114022765811082586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/114022765811082586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/2006/02/awesome-people-are-getting-here-from.html' title='Awesome, people are getting here from search engines'/><author><name>The Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600401112439364730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img170.imageshack.us/img170/8700/copyof1qy5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13274701.post-113956095593984871</id><published>2006-02-10T02:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T02:42:35.956-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Moral Orel - Charity - Episode #3 Review</title><content type='html'>Man, this Moral Orel show is funny.  It comes on adult swim late every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This episode was pretty dang funny.  It starts out with Orel and his dad at some store buying some milk, and Orel wants this box of bandaids to put his little Jesus action figures in.  His dad says something about the value of money, and the shopkeep ends up giving Orel a job at the store there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Oral goes to church the preacher gives a sermon on how you should give money to the poor and homeless to help them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the next day when Orel gets done with his job, he sees what he thinks is a homeless guy.  So Orel goes up and gives him his money to help him out.  This homeless guy in turn not only gives Orel some crack, but a shiny new crack pipe too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once Orel gets home, his dad wants to know how much money Orel made.  Orel tells him how he gave the money to the homeless guy and how he got something back from the guy.  His dad tells Orel to use whatever the guy gave him.  Yep, a minute later Orel is smoking some crack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, Orel gets addicted to crack, and that's about it.  Man, crack sure is the drug that comedy targets.  You hear jokes about other hard drugs too, but crack, man, that's got the most jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Orel show is great.  It has all these good strong Christian values, and Orel always misinterprets them, but in about the worst way possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13274701-113956095593984871?l=rnn2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/feeds/113956095593984871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13274701&amp;postID=113956095593984871' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/113956095593984871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/113956095593984871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/2006/02/moral-orel-charity-episode-3-review.html' title='Moral Orel - Charity - Episode #3 Review'/><author><name>The Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600401112439364730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img170.imageshack.us/img170/8700/copyof1qy5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13274701.post-113868428708623446</id><published>2006-01-30T22:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T23:11:27.103-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cloud 9 Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0403946/"&gt;Cloud 9 (2006)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie was just alright.  It wasn't too funny, but it had it's moments.  It sure had a lot of cameo appearances too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cloud 9 is basically about this guy Billy Cole (Burt Reynolds) who's a failed entrepreneur who gets this wild idea to have strippers play volleyball. So he gets together 4 strippers and makes a volleyball team. And this movie is basically about what happens with that volleyball team. There's also a kind of rags to riches story with Billy Cole too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the way there are some funny jokes and gags, but that's about all this movie has going for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I haven't said much about the movie, but there isn't much to say about it. Go ahead and go see it, it wasn't a complete waste of time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13274701-113868428708623446?l=rnn2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/feeds/113868428708623446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13274701&amp;postID=113868428708623446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/113868428708623446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/113868428708623446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/2006/01/cloud-9-review.html' title='Cloud 9 Review'/><author><name>The Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600401112439364730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img170.imageshack.us/img170/8700/copyof1qy5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13274701.post-113810274280932806</id><published>2006-01-24T05:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T05:39:40.233-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Flowers Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0412019/"&gt;Broken Flowers (2005)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, this movie was good, but boring.  It stars Bill Murray, and here's what it's about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, the guy Don Johnston (Bill Murray) used to be a lady's man, and he still is, but he's getting all old and lonely now. So one day he gets a letter in the mail from one of his lady friends he was banging 20 years ago, and it says that she's had his kid, and that his kid is out on a road trip looking for his dad. The letter has no name or return address on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don thinks that the letters just some kind of evil joke from one of the women he's screwed over in his life. So Dons neighbor is some Ethiopian pothead detective guy who trys to convince Don that he needs to find out if the letter is true or not. Don goes off and writes up a list of all the girls he was with about 20 years ago. The neighbor finds out their current addresses, and Don goes out to see if he has a son or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, instead of just going up to the houses and straight up asking the old girlfriends if they've had his kid or not, he trys to be all detective like and sneaky about it. He's sneaky in the way he talks to the old flings. It is pretty odd how he just shows up at their houses after not speaking with them for so long. If it was me, I'd just call them, ask them if they had my kid, then hang up the phone. Nope, that's not how Don does it. Instead he awkwardly shows up at their houses with some flowers and sees how much each of his old womens lives has changed, and then he eventually asks if they have any kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to spoil the ending here, but the point to this movie is not if he really has a kid or not, the point is how he's changed by the end of the film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So overall, this is more of a thinking movie than an entertaining movie. We all know that the best kinds of movies are the ones that combine entertainment and thinking. This is supposed to be a comedy, but damn, I didn't find anything too funny in it. Just mostly odd moments everyone can relate to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13274701-113810274280932806?l=rnn2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/feeds/113810274280932806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13274701&amp;postID=113810274280932806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/113810274280932806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/113810274280932806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/2006/01/broken-flowers-review.html' title='Broken Flowers Review'/><author><name>The Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600401112439364730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img170.imageshack.us/img170/8700/copyof1qy5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13274701.post-113383908340916020</id><published>2005-12-05T21:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T21:18:03.420-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This is kind of neat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.fuzzysquid.com/LJ.php"&gt;http://www.fuzzysquid.com/LJ.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you follow the link above, it goes to a page that has the 40 latest images posted to livejournal.com on it.  Now some of the images are probably NSFW, but anyways, if you're bored, it gives you something completely random to look at for a minute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13274701-113383908340916020?l=rnn2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/feeds/113383908340916020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13274701&amp;postID=113383908340916020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/113383908340916020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/113383908340916020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/2005/12/this-is-kind-of-neat.html' title='This is kind of neat'/><author><name>The Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600401112439364730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img170.imageshack.us/img170/8700/copyof1qy5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13274701.post-113377772635456707</id><published>2005-12-05T03:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T04:16:41.480-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dead Pool Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0094963/"&gt;The Dead Pool (1988)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this movie wasn't too bad. It was the first Dirty Harry movie I've ever seen. I never knew that these Dirty Harry films too place in San Francisco. Yep, think that's the only thing I never knew. Everyone knows Clint Eastwood is Dirty Harry, and everyone knows he's one bad mother with that .44 of his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, The Dead Pool wasn't too bad. I wouldn't say it's one of the greatest films of all time or anything though. It's about this game called 'The Dead Pool' where a group of people each write up a list of 5 or so celebrities that they think are going to die first. One of the celebrities on the list dies, and then someone discovers the dead pool list of celebrities. It's up to Dirty Harry Callahan to track down whoever's killing all the people on the list. That's basically the movie in a nutshell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dead Pool has some good one liners, and some good action. I guess it was alright. I haven't seen the previous Dirty Harry films to compare it to, only other action films. Would I recommend seeing it? If you like any of the following, then you should watch this sometime: Clint Eastwood, San Francisco, Action, one liners&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;***SPOILERS BELOW***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Man, did anyone else find that one part where Dirty Harry nearly kills the two guys who just wanted his autograph kind of crappy comic relief?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the deal with that guy who wanted to set himself on fire on tv? I mean, what was the point of even having that scene in the movie? This guy claims he's the murderer just so he can be on tv? And then it's supposed to show Dirty Harrys non-dirty side because he doesn't let the guy torch himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see things in this movie that made it into the Grand Theft Auto series of games.  That RC bomb idea.  That's in GTA now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, think that's about it for my questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13274701-113377772635456707?l=rnn2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/feeds/113377772635456707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13274701&amp;postID=113377772635456707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/113377772635456707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/113377772635456707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/2005/12/dead-pool-review.html' title='The Dead Pool Review'/><author><name>The Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600401112439364730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img170.imageshack.us/img170/8700/copyof1qy5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13274701.post-113351128630628390</id><published>2005-12-02T02:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T02:15:40.626-06:00</updated><title type='text'>$20/hr for yard work?  That's about average</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.tian.cc/2005/11/homeless-rather-get-handouts-than-work.html#pan"&gt;what tian has learned: Homeless Rather Get Handouts Than Work&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, this story is about this news crew trying to find bums who will do an hours worth of landscaping work for $20. So technically, that's $20 an hour. However, if you've ever tryed to go out and cut other peoples yards yourself, you actually make a little more than $20/hr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13274701-113351128630628390?l=rnn2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/feeds/113351128630628390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13274701&amp;postID=113351128630628390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/113351128630628390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/113351128630628390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/2005/12/20hr-for-yard-work-thats-about-average.html' title='$20/hr for yard work?  That&apos;s about average'/><author><name>The Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600401112439364730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img170.imageshack.us/img170/8700/copyof1qy5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13274701.post-113323304756115228</id><published>2005-11-28T20:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T20:57:27.593-06:00</updated><title type='text'>They Live Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6253/1160/1600/they%20live.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6253/1160/400/they%20live.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0096256/"&gt;They Live (1988)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie was alright, I guess. It was actually kind of boring to me. This movie stars roudy Roddy Piper. Anyways, let's get to the storyline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's basically about this 'down on his luck' construction worker that finds a pair of sunglasses that let's him see the world for what it really is. He discovers that bilboards carry messages such as 'Consume' and 'Marry and reproduce' and 'Submit to authority', he also disovers that there's an alien race living among us humans, and with these glasses he can see them. Roddy Pipers character goes into deep thinking for about five seconds and decides to start killing the aliens, and that's basically what this movie is about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found this movie kind of boring. The action scenes didn't feel very thrilling. The story was a great idea, but it was implemented kind of bad. It had the potential to be a very intresting and thought provoking film, but ended up pretty mindless and boring. I mean, comeon, the 'subliminal' messages that Roddy see's with the glasses aren't that subliminial. What the heck do you think a food advertisment's gonna mean? Consume of course. And on money I think the subliminal message was something like 'God'. Well duh, money makes the world spin round. Bullshit walks and money talks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, when I was watching this, I had a hard time not stopping the movie and watching some Mythbusters instead. There's just too many part's in the movie where stupid things happen that would never happen in real life, and I'm not talking about stuff like jumping out of an airplane and then getting up and walking away. I'm talking about stuff like how Roddy has such a hard time getting other people to try on his special sunglasses. I mean, all you gota do is say, "Hey, check out these cool new sunglases I got, they do a good job of shading out the sun but still letting you see fine details." Instead of doing that, the guy's all like, "There's weirdos everywhere and these sunglasses let you see them man!". See, he could have said 'it lets you see fine details', that's technically the same as letting you see the unseen part of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, should you watch this move or what? Basically, the only reason I watched it was because there was that Duke Nukem quote. "I'm here to kick ass and chew bubblegum, and I'm all outa gum" This movie was pretty boring overall. Put it on your maybe list if you like action movies and sci-fi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13274701-113323304756115228?l=rnn2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/feeds/113323304756115228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13274701&amp;postID=113323304756115228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/113323304756115228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/113323304756115228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/2005/11/they-live-review.html' title='They Live Review'/><author><name>The Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600401112439364730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img170.imageshack.us/img170/8700/copyof1qy5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13274701.post-113322882496871095</id><published>2005-11-28T19:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T19:47:04.983-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Progress on the reviews</title><content type='html'>Well, I know it's been a while but I need to still review some more movies. I think the main reason I put it off is because most of the movies completely sucked, except for Pulp Fiction. At least I got Ace Ventura 1 and 2 out of the way.  Guess I'll give a little run down here of what's to come, with a little one sentence review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;They Live - Crappy Roddy Piper film where he gets glasses that let him see the truth&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;The Dead Pool - Some Dirty Harry film with an RC Car chase scene&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Pulp Fiction - Another Quentin Tarentino film&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Copper Mountain - Ronnie Hawkings music concert with 5 minutes of Jim Carrey&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Earth Girls are Easy - Boring movie with crappy 80's music that would have put me to sleep if it wasn't for the boobies.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Dumb and Dumber - Hell yeah, funny movie!&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Animal House - Another funny movie, it's a classic.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; So that's what I've seen, and that's what I'll eventually be making fun of and reviewing.  Yep, netflix is pretty cool.  Seems like they've been starting to make my movies take a little longer to get to me, so that just means I have to start getting them into the mailbox a little sooner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I might start making fun of that Special Forces Battlefield 2 expansion.  There are some bugs in that game that kind of mess things up, like when you shoot a zipline and you just fall off the building.  I mean, that kind of defeats the whole point of the zipline.  It's almost like you're better just jumping off the damn building and parachuting to where you want to go than you are to just ride on the zipline.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13274701-113322882496871095?l=rnn2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/feeds/113322882496871095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13274701&amp;postID=113322882496871095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/113322882496871095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/113322882496871095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/2005/11/progress-on-reviews.html' title='Progress on the reviews'/><author><name>The Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600401112439364730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img170.imageshack.us/img170/8700/copyof1qy5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13274701.post-113220951738129425</id><published>2005-11-28T19:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T19:26:20.536-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Colbert Report</title><content type='html'>Anyone watch that show?  I do, it's funny as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like how Steven has to walk to his guests, instead of having his guests walk to him. That guy's awesome. He says it like it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13274701-113220951738129425?l=rnn2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/feeds/113220951738129425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13274701&amp;postID=113220951738129425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/113220951738129425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/113220951738129425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/2005/11/colbert-report.html' title='The Colbert Report'/><author><name>The Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600401112439364730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img170.imageshack.us/img170/8700/copyof1qy5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13274701.post-113262983071146760</id><published>2005-11-21T21:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T21:23:50.726-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Xbox 360 is coming out!</title><content type='html'>That new Xbox, the Xbox 360, not the Xbox 2 or the Xbox Next, is finally coming out.  I'm not planning on buying one anytime soon, unless I get one for christmas.  But they're several thing's I already dislike about the 360.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, it doesn't seem like a step up from the current gaming console's that are out now.  What does the Xbox 360 offer that's new?  Multi-core processing, right?  That's it.  So all that's truly new about the thing is that it has more power.  It's still using the same disc format as the original Xbox.  The DVD format.  So this means that the newer Xbox 360 games are still limited to the DVD-9 size limit of 9.4 gigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that mainly ticks me off about the Xbox 360 is how it's being sold in two different bundles.  There's the basic 'core' package that's going for $300.  Correct me if I'm wrong, but I belive that one just comes with the Xbox 360, and one WIRED controller.  Then there's the 'Premium' package that comes with the detachable hard drive, and one wireless controller.  I think it comes with more, but I'm not too sure.  The premium package goes for $400.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most annoying thing is that the hard-drive add-on costs $100, and it is required to play the older original Xbox games.  So the logical thing for most people to do would be to get the Xbox 360 Premium package so they can get rid of their old clunky Xbox's.  Because it makes absolutley no sense for someone to buy the core package, and then to spend another $100 to get the hard-drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, if I was a console hardware manufacturer, I'd run the whole distribution game differently than how it's being run.  First off, I'd sell the system directly to the customers.  It's bullshit how we have to go to stores and order the system from there.  Why don't the manufacturer's just let you get the system directly from them?  I mean, they could set up a web page for you to order the system, then they could fulfil those orders on their own.  It'd be the quickest way to get it to the consumer who likes to order things by mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, this whole 'core' and 'premium' package stuff is crap.  If the hard drive add-on is $100, and the price difference between the core and premium package is $100, then why even offer two packages?  If you wanted the hard drive, then it makes no sense to get the core package.  I guess I kind of understand it though.  It'd be harder for the average idiot to buy an xbox 360 and a hard drive than it'd be to just pick up the premium package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I don't know.  If anything, I think I'd pick up the PS3 mainly because it's going to support Blu-Ray.  I'd rather drop $400 on something I could use to watch Hidef movies and play good looking games on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap, I just don't know what to think about the Xbox 360.  It really just seems like it mainly just has more power than the original Xbox, and that's it.  Nothing 'new' really sticks out about it.  It seems more like a patch upgrade from the original Xbox, fixing the bugs.  You know, like it fixes the big bulky ugly shape of the original, fixes the big ugly bulky controller of the original, lets you play DVD's straight out of the box like the original didn't let you do(well, I think it lets you play DVD's, out of the box, not entirely sure on that one.), the 360 has a lot more 3rd party support and good games than the original xbox did at the time it came out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13274701-113262983071146760?l=rnn2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/feeds/113262983071146760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13274701&amp;postID=113262983071146760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/113262983071146760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/113262983071146760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/2005/11/xbox-360-is-coming-out.html' title='Xbox 360 is coming out!'/><author><name>The Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600401112439364730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img170.imageshack.us/img170/8700/copyof1qy5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13274701.post-113220899657759693</id><published>2005-11-20T01:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T01:22:53.346-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Podcasting</title><content type='html'>Wow, I discovered podcasting today.  It sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to some crappy psp podcast here. The guy's talking about GTA for the PSP, but this guy's boring. Keeps saying the same things over and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess podcasting would be pretty cool if I had an mp3 player AND rode the bus or subway to work. Nope, I got me a car. Heck, I don't even live in the city, no bus service here. And subways? This is Texas bitch. Well, I do have a PSP, but I need a larger memory stick for it to really use it as an mp3 player, and even then, it's no 40 gig ipod.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13274701-113220899657759693?l=rnn2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/feeds/113220899657759693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13274701&amp;postID=113220899657759693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/113220899657759693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/113220899657759693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/2005/11/podcasting.html' title='Podcasting'/><author><name>The Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600401112439364730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img170.imageshack.us/img170/8700/copyof1qy5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13274701.post-113228779527614276</id><published>2005-11-17T22:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T22:23:15.290-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ace Ventura: When Nature Calls Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6253/1160/1600/ace%20ventura%20when%20nature%20calls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6253/1160/400/ace%20ventura%20when%20nature%20calls.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0112281/"&gt;Ace Ventura: When Nature Calls (1995)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my favorite movies.  It's funny as hell.  Though there isn't much connection to the first film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This takes place after the first movie. At the beginning of the film, you see this horrible accident Ace has, and since that accident he went to live with some monks in the mountains. Anyways, this British guy comes and hires Ace to find a bat for some African tribe so they all don't get murdered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jokes are good in this one, so go ahead and put this on your list of movies to see. Even if you've never seen the first Ace Ventura, you can still watch this one and enjoy it just fine. Like I said, there's really not any kind of connection between this film and the first one besides the fact that the main character is still Ace Ventura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if you've already seen this and got a question or something to say about this film, then go ahead and leave a comment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13274701-113228779527614276?l=rnn2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/feeds/113228779527614276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13274701&amp;postID=113228779527614276' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/113228779527614276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/113228779527614276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/2005/11/ace-ventura-when-nature-calls-review.html' title='Ace Ventura: When Nature Calls Review'/><author><name>The Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600401112439364730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img170.imageshack.us/img170/8700/copyof1qy5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13274701.post-113220860577834393</id><published>2005-11-17T00:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T00:30:02.873-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireplaces</title><content type='html'>Man, I've installed this gas fireplace today. Took all day nearly. The funny thing though, was at the hardware store. They were selling these fake fireplaces that went anywhere from $200 to $300. The $300 ones looked really real, but damn, wtf would you want a fake fireplace for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, damn, the fake one's looked nice, but why? Why would you want it? If I didn't have an option for the gas burner, then the regular log burning works just fine. But if I had no fireplace, I don't know. I'd do something better with the space than install a fake fireplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd probably put a chair or couch in the empty space.  You can never have too many places to sit in your house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13274701-113220860577834393?l=rnn2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/feeds/113220860577834393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13274701&amp;postID=113220860577834393' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/113220860577834393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/113220860577834393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/2005/11/fireplaces.html' title='Fireplaces'/><author><name>The Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600401112439364730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img170.imageshack.us/img170/8700/copyof1qy5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13274701.post-113203508875220243</id><published>2005-11-15T00:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T00:11:28.766-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ace Ventura: Pet Detective Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6253/1160/1600/ace%20ventura%20pet%20detective.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6253/1160/400/ace%20ventura%20pet%20detective.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0109040/"&gt;Ace Ventura: Pet Detective (1994)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, what a funny movie. This is basically the movie that introduced me to Jim Carrey. It's full of funny slapstick jokes and a wacky story. Really not much else to say about this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't seen this movie, move it towards the top of you movies to see list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13274701-113203508875220243?l=rnn2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/feeds/113203508875220243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13274701&amp;postID=113203508875220243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/113203508875220243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/113203508875220243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/2005/11/ace-ventura-pet-detective-review.html' title='Ace Ventura: Pet Detective Review'/><author><name>The Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600401112439364730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img170.imageshack.us/img170/8700/copyof1qy5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13274701.post-113202113944288233</id><published>2005-11-14T20:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T20:18:59.456-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Battlefield 2 Spec Ops, plus more reviews coming this week</title><content type='html'>So I pre-ordered the Battlefield 2 expansion.  Usually when I actually buy computer games, I wait until after they've been out for at least three months.  Then I hop on the internet and start searching for the lowest price I can find.  It seems that when a game first comes out, you may be able to save a dollar or two by searching around, but once it's been out for three months, you can find a brand new copy for anywhere from $10 to half off the original retail price.  Typically retail stores don't drop the price at all after three months.  Maybe after the game's been out for a year it might be up to $10 cheaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually never buy used games, especially used computer games.  But thanks to eBay, you can check out the pictures and descriptions people write about the games they're selling and you can buy a copy that's just like a new one.  When I buy a game, I gota have my case and manual, and no scratches on the game disc.  Let me tell you how many disc's I've scratched up.  Just the burnt CD-R music disc's of mine, because you can always reburn those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the main reason I went ahead and pre-orded the BF2 expansion is because the shipping was free, and I get a free t-shirt.  Hell yeah, a free shirt!  Plus, I only paid $30 when I got BF2 brand new.  So dropping $60 total on a game beats dropping $80 on a game like lots of other people out there did.  I forgot to mention I spent $800 on a new system to be able to run these kinds of games though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the movies, I have to write up a review of Ace Ventura 1 &amp; 2, They Live, The Dead Pool, Pulp Fiction, and Copper Mountain.  I think I'm gonna start writing up a comic for each movie too.  I thought the transporter one I made was pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13274701-113202113944288233?l=rnn2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/feeds/113202113944288233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13274701&amp;postID=113202113944288233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/113202113944288233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/113202113944288233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/2005/11/battlefield-2-spec-ops-plus-more.html' title='Battlefield 2 Spec Ops, plus more reviews coming this week'/><author><name>The Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600401112439364730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img170.imageshack.us/img170/8700/copyof1qy5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13274701.post-113193381779800970</id><published>2005-11-13T20:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T20:03:37.823-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool, passed math</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#CDDEFF;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Passed 8th Grade Math&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EBF2FF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/couldyoupasseighthgrademathquiz/passed.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, you got 10/10 correct!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/couldyoupasseighthgrademathquiz/"&gt;Could You Pass 8th Grade Math?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13274701-113193381779800970?l=rnn2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/feeds/113193381779800970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13274701&amp;postID=113193381779800970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/113193381779800970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/113193381779800970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/2005/11/cool-passed-math.html' title='Cool, passed math'/><author><name>The Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600401112439364730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img170.imageshack.us/img170/8700/copyof1qy5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13274701.post-113185295053959445</id><published>2005-11-12T21:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T21:35:50.550-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Transporter Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6253/1160/1600/Transporter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6253/1160/400/Transporter.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0293662/"&gt;The Transporter (2002)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, this movie was pretty cool. I thought it was gonna mainly be a driving movie, but I was wrong. It was full of that kung fu stuff, hell yeah! So this far exceeded my expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, story time. This is about a guy named "Frank" who transports packages and people, and has built up quite a good reputation for himself. Everything's all good and dandy for Frank, till one day he ends up transporting a person. So, being the good person he is, he gives the person a drink, they try to run away. He get's them back, then shows up late with the delivery. The guy gives Frank a bomb, but Frank doesn't know it. So this whole movie is about Frank getting his revenge on the cheesy bad guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's really not much to say about this film. I mean, the action scenes were great. And that's pretty much what makes this movie. If you cut out the action, then you got a 15 minute film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So should you see this movie?  Hell yeah you should.  Put it on your list of movies to see before you die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13274701-113185295053959445?l=rnn2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/feeds/113185295053959445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13274701&amp;postID=113185295053959445' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/113185295053959445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/113185295053959445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/2005/11/transporter-review.html' title='The Transporter Review'/><author><name>The Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600401112439364730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img170.imageshack.us/img170/8700/copyof1qy5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13274701.post-113176330994038119</id><published>2005-11-11T20:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T20:41:49.950-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored</title><content type='html'>Man, I'm bored.  Friday night, nothing to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13274701-113176330994038119?l=rnn2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/feeds/113176330994038119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13274701&amp;postID=113176330994038119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/113176330994038119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/113176330994038119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/2005/11/bored.html' title='Bored'/><author><name>The Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600401112439364730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img170.imageshack.us/img170/8700/copyof1qy5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13274701.post-113175537144760889</id><published>2005-11-11T18:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T18:29:31.460-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Jack City Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0102526/"&gt;New Jack City (1991)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, this movie was pretty boring. The story felt bland, the action wasn't that great. I mean, the movie wasn't that bad, but I wouldn't want to watch it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story wise, it's about how Wesley Snipes sets up this big crack house, and it's about how these two cops, Ice T and White Guy try to take him down. It's got Chris Rock in this movie, and is features Rock smoking Rocks. Yeah, he plays a crack head in this movie. It sucks though, the whole damn movie you pretty much know what's going to happen. I don't care much for Ice T either in this film, the guy just looks too much like a dumb ass. When you're watching this movie, you gota remember it was made in '91, so all the black guys are wearing what was 'in' during the time. You know, those outfits with really really hot colors, beret's, all that stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like I was watching a crappy crappy remake of Scarface during this film. The main bad guy actually watches Scarface, not once, but twice in this film. Man, Scarface, now that was a film. Tony Montana didn't let anybody fuck with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the main difference between this film and Scarface, is that in New Jack City, we not only get to follow the main bad guy, but we also get to follow the two cops trying to take him down. Overall though, the main bad guy just act's too much like Montana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, should you see this movie? Sure, it's got tits, guns, and drugs. It's hard to make a bad movie with that formula. If you're a Wesley Snipes, Chris Rock, or Ice-T fan, then you should watch this. If you like those black urban type movies, or those "New York" movies as I call them, then you'd like this. If you liked Scarface, you'd like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6253/1160/1600/New_Jack_City_05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6253/1160/320/New_Jack_City_05.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13274701-113175537144760889?l=rnn2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/feeds/113175537144760889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13274701&amp;postID=113175537144760889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/113175537144760889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/113175537144760889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/2005/11/new-jack-city-review.html' title='New Jack City Review'/><author><name>The Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600401112439364730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img170.imageshack.us/img170/8700/copyof1qy5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13274701.post-113169027588163175</id><published>2005-11-11T00:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T18:30:16.960-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dish of Rice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6253/1160/1600/_40911320_parisafp203b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6253/1160/320/_40911320_parisafp203b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"I'm ugly and stupid." Thanks for sharing Ms. Rice. Really now, with all the old white politicians in government, how does an african american woman get to this position? I don't know, or care. I'm not racist or anything, so I don't mean anything at all from the previous question. But man, this lady's ugly isn't it? She has that ugly gap in her tooth. And that ugly haircut. And that horrible smile. She just seems incompetent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seem's like her job is to go around to other countrys and propose deals and agreements and whatnot. Man, I sure as hell would not want to make any kind of deals with this ugly person. I'd feel like I was getting cheated somehow. I'd be thinking to myself, "How come on tv all I see are old white politicians, and America send me this black woman. WTF is going on here?". Hopefully world leader's can look past things like that. Yeah right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13274701-113169027588163175?l=rnn2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/feeds/113169027588163175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13274701&amp;postID=113169027588163175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/113169027588163175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/113169027588163175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/2005/11/dish-of-rice.html' title='Dish of Rice'/><author><name>The Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600401112439364730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img170.imageshack.us/img170/8700/copyof1qy5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13274701.post-113160452989023807</id><published>2005-11-10T00:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T00:48:12.060-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wayne's World 2 Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6253/1160/1600/Walken.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6253/1160/320/Walken.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0108525/"&gt;Wayne's World 2 (1993)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, as far as most movie sequals go, they suck. As Mike Myers said in the extra features, the only reason Waynes World 2 was made, was because the first one did so well, meaning it made lots of money, and the producers wanted to make more money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, this was a pretty crappy sequal I thought. The jokes felt like they were just more of the same ones from the first. The story was way off track. But, there was one redeming factor. Christopher Walken. It just all felt like more of the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Storywise, Wayne and Garth are back to having their show on public access and getting paid nothing again. Wayne has this dream where a naked indian takes him to Jim Morrison, and Jim tells him that he needs to throw a big concert. Wayne still gets jeolous and thinks his girlfriend is cheating on him with the record producer. The record producer guy is Christopher Walken though, better than that crappy sleezy guy from the first movie. So this movie is basically about Wayne trying to throw that big concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final verdict on this one? See if it you loved the first one and want to see more of the same. See it if you're a big fan of Mike Myers or Christopher Walken. If not, then stay away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13274701-113160452989023807?l=rnn2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/feeds/113160452989023807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13274701&amp;postID=113160452989023807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/113160452989023807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/113160452989023807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/2005/11/waynes-world-2-review.html' title='Wayne&apos;s World 2 Review'/><author><name>The Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600401112439364730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img170.imageshack.us/img170/8700/copyof1qy5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13274701.post-113160396449435265</id><published>2005-11-10T00:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T00:26:04.506-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wayne's World Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0105793/"&gt;Wayne's World (1992)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie wasn't too bad.  I think it's kind of pointless to really review this because just about everyone's seen it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about these two dumb guys who have their own tv show that comes on late at night on public access tv.  The story wasn't too good.  The jokes weren't that funny, but overall, the movie was ok.  When you watch this movie, you gota remind youself that your fixin to see a stupid movie with mediocre jokes.  I'm sure I just misspelled that word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story wise, it's kind of lame, but it aint that bad.  Like I said, these two guys have their own tv show they do on public access for free.  This sleazy producer guy buys out the show, so now Wayne and Garth get paid for doing the show.  Wayne meets Cassandra who's this girl in a band that everyone thinks kicks ass.  Anyways, the producer guy also trys to buy Cassandras band.  Wayne get's all jelous and thinks Cassandra is cheating on him with the producer guy.  I'd probably ruin the movie is I said anymore about the story, but you're not gonna watch this for the story, you're gonna be watching this for all the funny stuff that happens inbetween everything I've mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the final verdict on this one is, watch it if you haven't ever seen it before.  Get stoned and watch it.  Get bored and watch it.  Either way you'll enjoy it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13274701-113160396449435265?l=rnn2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/feeds/113160396449435265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13274701&amp;postID=113160396449435265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/113160396449435265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/113160396449435265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/2005/11/waynes-world-review.html' title='Wayne&apos;s World Review'/><author><name>The Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600401112439364730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img170.imageshack.us/img170/8700/copyof1qy5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13274701.post-113132894178664385</id><published>2005-11-06T19:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T20:02:21.796-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This week in News</title><content type='html'>I got a couple of reviews I need to add here.  Waynes World 1 and 2, New Jack City, and The Transporter.  Yep, those are the movies I saw last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, those riots in France, what's going on?  People are rioting over two guys who got run over by an electric train while running away from the police?  Is that what all the riots are about?  People die all the time running away from the police here in America, and we don't get all bitchy and burn a bunch of cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those America talks, what was the point of that?  Free Trade was not established was it?  And what's the deal with that Hugo Chavez?  I mean, the guy hate's Bush, the press gives Hugo bad coverage.  I don't understand, can't we all just, get along?  Then there were those riots in Argentina at or during the conference.  Everyone in the world seems to hate Bush, I can understand why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did America do after 9/11?  We invaded Afghanistan and threw out everyone in power.  Then we invaded Iraq and threw out everyone in power.  That's scary man.  Think about it, those Afghans and Iraqi's, they're there just minding there own business, then this army comes out of nowhere and changes everything.  What's that look like to people who don't live in America?  To better understand the perspective, what if it was China that invaded Afghanistan and Iraq, how would we look at it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This war in Iraq is still going on.  Is it really a good war?  I don't know.  I mean, what it's trying to do is take the smaller percentage of shites or kurds, whatever, out of power.  So it's trying to take the 20% of people out of power and let the other 80% of people gain power.  That's what needs to be done here.  The damn country is run by the wealthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I think that's it for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13274701-113132894178664385?l=rnn2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/feeds/113132894178664385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13274701&amp;postID=113132894178664385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/113132894178664385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/113132894178664385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/2005/11/this-week-in-news.html' title='This week in News'/><author><name>The Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600401112439364730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img170.imageshack.us/img170/8700/copyof1qy5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13274701.post-113041313914836565</id><published>2005-10-27T06:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T06:38:59.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Heros</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0119053/"&gt;Almost Heroes (1998)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie was alright.  The two main characters are Bartholomew Hunt played by Chris Farley and Leslie Edwards played by Matthew Perry.  Basically, this movie takes place during the time that Louis and Clark were trying to make it across the American mainland to the pacific.  Perry's character is this stuck-up upperclass type person.  Farley's character is like one of those guys who knows his way around the wilderness.  You could say he has street smarts, but this is whatever the smarts would have been called back then.  Point is, he knew his way around the wilderness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Edwards hires Hunt to help him beat Louis and Clark to the pacific ocean.  So they hire some more people to help them get to the pacific.  And this movie is basically about them trying to get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some funny moment's along the movie.  It's not entirely focused on Farley for the comedy.  Infact, the comdy's spread out pretty good, but overall, this movie wasn't that smashing.  It had potential, but it just never got there.  One thing it was lacking was just keeping you intrested in the film.  When you watch it, you're not that eager at all to see what's gonna happen next.  With alot of comedy films, they have to start out really funny, then you wonder what funny thing is gonna happen after that.  That just didn't happen with this film for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing was the plotholes.  Of course, this isn't any kind of movie made to make you think or anything, but some things bugged me.  Even if Edwards group gets to the pacific before Louis and Clark, how the heck are they going to prove it?  Ok, so maybe that was the only plothole.  How come the French guy named Guy looks like he's spanish?  I don't know, turns out the guy playing him was Eugene Levy.  I sure as hell couldn't tell, so good job to the makeup guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the verdict?  If you have time to watch this movie then watch it.  Just don't go out of your way to see this movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13274701-113041313914836565?l=rnn2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/feeds/113041313914836565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13274701&amp;postID=113041313914836565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/113041313914836565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/113041313914836565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/2005/10/almost-heros.html' title='Almost Heros'/><author><name>The Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600401112439364730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img170.imageshack.us/img170/8700/copyof1qy5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13274701.post-113031165150167900</id><published>2005-10-26T01:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T02:29:38.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beverly Hills Ninja</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0118708/"&gt;Beverly Hills Ninja (1997)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, this movie wasn't as bad as everyone said it was. Infact, I thought it was pretty good. The basic plot is that these ninja's believe that this white baby they found is the great white ninja as told in their prophecy scrolls. Well, 30 years later when this white guy grows up, turns out he isn't the great one after all. Of course, the white ninja's name is Haru and played by Chris Farley. Anyways, Haru get's involved in a mission to help some pretty lady out. And just like nearly every movie out there, it ends with a happy ending. But since this is a Chris Farley movie, that mean's their's funny antics that happen inbetween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is different than the other two Farley films that I've seen. Instead of walking along, bumping his head into something, and then go into a screaming frenzy, Farley has to act like a guy who's been raised in Japan and is not familiar of Western Societys ways, or maybe that's Eastern Society, well, whatever America is. Anyways, he talks like a wise Japanese ninja person, and most of the funny stuff has to do with how naive he is, and with his complete lack of skill as a ninja. Like I said before, in the other two Farley films I've seen, the funny stuff comes from his character being a complete idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other actors in the film do a pretty good job at acting. Chris Rock is also in this film. He brings his exccentric loud voice into play, but he plays a minor role. The main bad guy and his personal body guard seem retarded. I don't think I've ever seen a movie where the evil guy really seems like someone that I could believe is so evil. This guy is the typicall badguy. He has a smartass comment for everything one of his underlings says to him. He always wears a suit and has his hair slicked back. He doesn't speak with an American accent. And lastly he kills his underlings if they mess up on their orders. Seriously, most of these hollywood badguys seem like they'd blow up a McDonalds if they asked for no onions on their burger, and ended up getting extra onions instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy sent out to protect Haru is a badass. He's that Liu Kang guy from the Mortal Kombat films. Then their's the pretty girl, she's pretty hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it's a pretty good film. You have your action, comedy, and pretty girl, so it all add's up to something that's not a complete waste of your time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13274701-113031165150167900?l=rnn2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/feeds/113031165150167900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13274701&amp;postID=113031165150167900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/113031165150167900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/113031165150167900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/2005/10/beverly-hills-ninja.html' title='Beverly Hills Ninja'/><author><name>The Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600401112439364730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img170.imageshack.us/img170/8700/copyof1qy5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13274701.post-113022471061064572</id><published>2005-10-25T02:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T01:41:06.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepytime Gorilla Museum</title><content type='html'>So I saw sleepytime tonight. The show was ok, thought it'd be better from eveything I've heard. It was kind of neat how they had that guy in the cage, but those blinding bright lights sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also saw the SteerS, they couldn't play up on the stage because Sleepytime had all their gear and crap up there.  The steers music was pretty good.  They didn't have much showmanship though, just kind of stood there and played the music basically.  Well, except that one guy got up on the pole for a minute.  What can you really expect?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13274701-113022471061064572?l=rnn2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/feeds/113022471061064572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13274701&amp;postID=113022471061064572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/113022471061064572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/113022471061064572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/2005/10/sleepytime-gorilla-museum.html' title='Sleepytime Gorilla Museum'/><author><name>The Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600401112439364730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img170.imageshack.us/img170/8700/copyof1qy5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13274701.post-113016526276658431</id><published>2005-10-24T09:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T09:47:42.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More updates coming</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm going to try and post more updates here.  I guess I'll try to go for a post a day.  I'm gonna add a linkbar on the right to go to my movie reviews, but I won't do that for a little while.  I have to build up some content first.  Anyways, I'm a netflix member, and I get anywhere from three to six movies a week, so that means three to six reviews a week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13274701-113016526276658431?l=rnn2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/feeds/113016526276658431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13274701&amp;postID=113016526276658431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/113016526276658431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/113016526276658431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/2005/10/more-updates-coming.html' title='More updates coming'/><author><name>The Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600401112439364730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img170.imageshack.us/img170/8700/copyof1qy5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13274701.post-112989377687369674</id><published>2005-10-21T06:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T06:22:56.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tommy Boy Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0114694/"&gt;Tommy Boy (1995)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a pretty funny movie, definately better than Black Sheep.  The way Chris Farley walks in this movie is just classic.  When I think of 'funny fat guy' I think of Chris Farley in this movie.  The movie starts out with Farley finally graduating from college after going there for seven years.  He's pretty much a burnout idiot in this film.  His dad owns this manufacturing plant in Ohio that makes various automotive parts.  He invested all this money into a new brake pad division at the plant, because he said that's where the future was for them.  Anyways, dad dies, and it's up to Farley to sell all the brakepads to keep the company going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we get to go up and down the roads with Farley and Spade and watch them fail at selling brakepads.  It's funny and it works.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13274701-112989377687369674?l=rnn2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/feeds/112989377687369674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13274701&amp;postID=112989377687369674' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/112989377687369674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/112989377687369674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/2005/10/tommy-boy-review.html' title='Tommy Boy Review'/><author><name>The Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600401112439364730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img170.imageshack.us/img170/8700/copyof1qy5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13274701.post-112989325268727121</id><published>2005-10-21T06:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T06:14:12.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Sheep Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0115697/"&gt;Black Sheep (1996)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I saw that Black Sheep movie last night with Chris Farley and David Spade.  It was alright.  Basically, there's this guy in Washington state running for govenor, and everything's going all good, except that his idiot brother(Farley) keeps creating all sorts of horrible problems for him.  So basically, they need someone to keep Farley out of the light so that he can't create any more problems.  Spade get's chosen for the job, and that's about all you need to know.  There's funny moments that happen from the begining to the end of this flick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this review wouldn't be comeplete without mentioning that Gary Busey is in this film.  He plays a guy named Sargent Sabitch who's a fine American Patriot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13274701-112989325268727121?l=rnn2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/feeds/112989325268727121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13274701&amp;postID=112989325268727121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/112989325268727121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/112989325268727121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/2005/10/black-sheep-review.html' title='Black Sheep Review'/><author><name>The Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600401112439364730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img170.imageshack.us/img170/8700/copyof1qy5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13274701.post-112988840718292397</id><published>2005-10-21T04:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T05:53:56.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Make money with AdSense?</title><content type='html'>Man, why would someone want to put ad's on their webpage? I mean, there's only a few reasons to do it. Sure, you could make some money off of it. Not that much though. Plus, isn't the goal of running a website to draw traffic to your site? Seems bad with that google adsense thing. The way it works, is that it finds keywords on your page, and based on those key words it has different ad's displayed that should be targeted towards the people viewing your site. I wouldn't even bother to put ad's on a site unless I had to pay for it. Even then, I'd ask for donations for a month, and if that didn't bring in enough cash, then I'd put the ads up. This blogger thing is free. Maybe if I was getting 1,000 hits a day, I would consider putting up something like that adsense thing, but I don't see myself ever getting to that point. Plus, even then, how many people out of 1,000 are going to actually click on an ad? What, maybe one out of every 200? And then what, you get like 5 to 10 cents per click? So in a best case scenario I'd be making 50 cents a day. That could make me an extra $15.50 a month. Ok, so that's not so bad. That's a free pizza once a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other way that adsense things works is with you paying to advertise on it. It looks like you can set up your ads to pop up on other websites based on the keywords you entered, and if the keywords match any particular site running adsense, then your ad has a chance of being displayed on it. It looked like instead of paying for a certain number of displays for your ad, you paid for a certain number of clicks. Like you pay just for how many people click on it. Seems like you set the per click price, and that's what you pay out when someone clicks on it. See, that'd make it worth while to spend $5 a month advertising at 5 or 10 cents a click. It'd get you anywhere from 50 to 100 extra visitors a month. Not bad for $5. The thing is, how many of those 50 to 100 visitors will keep coming back on a regular basis? It's probably safe to say at least one or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, what the hell, I'll try this out and see how much money I make, then I'll let everyone know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13274701-112988840718292397?l=rnn2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/feeds/112988840718292397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13274701&amp;postID=112988840718292397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/112988840718292397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/112988840718292397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/2005/10/make-money-with-adsense.html' title='Make money with AdSense?'/><author><name>The Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600401112439364730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img170.imageshack.us/img170/8700/copyof1qy5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13274701.post-111864884458332511</id><published>2005-06-13T02:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T02:48:56.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Adam Sandler</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0398165/"&gt;The Longest Yard (2005)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie was alright.  Seemed like half of it was serious, and the other half felt like something out of happy gilmore.  It had these guards beating the crap out of Sandler, and then a minute later this guy was trying to hook it up with some McDonalds.  Damn, you's a McAsshole!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13274701-111864884458332511?l=rnn2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/feeds/111864884458332511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13274701&amp;postID=111864884458332511' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/111864884458332511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/111864884458332511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/2005/06/adam-sandler.html' title='Adam Sandler'/><author><name>The Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600401112439364730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img170.imageshack.us/img170/8700/copyof1qy5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13274701.post-111805672628703403</id><published>2005-06-06T06:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T06:18:46.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Will Ferrel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0384642/"&gt;Kicking &amp; Screaming (2005)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie wasn't too bad.  Sounds like a lot of reviews are calling this a 'family friendly' comedy.  And that's pretty much what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Spoilers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were just a few jokes that were a little bit more mature.  That one kids lesbian parents.  And a crotch shot from a soccer ball.  Man, I sound like movie mom or some shit now don't I?  I guess I'm just suprised that there wasn't a real adult joke in the movie.  I mean, there's always some stupid adult joke in every movie that trys to be funny.  And it's always some stupid joke that's not even that funny.  Man, movies blow hard sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13274701-111805672628703403?l=rnn2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/feeds/111805672628703403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13274701&amp;postID=111805672628703403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/111805672628703403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/111805672628703403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/2005/06/will-ferrel.html' title='Will Ferrel'/><author><name>The Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600401112439364730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img170.imageshack.us/img170/8700/copyof1qy5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13274701.post-111779074318300441</id><published>2005-06-03T04:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T04:25:43.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This documentary about motorcycle racing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0067527/"&gt;On Any Sunday (1971)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a pretty neat documentary.  It was about motorcycle racing, and all of the different forms of it.  Some of those riders are damn dedicated.  One guy had a broken leg, sawed off his cast, and raced.  Many stories like that in this film.  But there are alot of different kinds of racing apparently.  I never knew they had ice bike races up in Quebec, and I never knew much about those endurance races.  Overall, this is a good film, you should see it if you never have before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13274701-111779074318300441?l=rnn2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/feeds/111779074318300441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13274701&amp;postID=111779074318300441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/111779074318300441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/111779074318300441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/2005/06/this-documentary-about-motorcycle.html' title='This documentary about motorcycle racing'/><author><name>The Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600401112439364730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img170.imageshack.us/img170/8700/copyof1qy5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13274701.post-111762432634044538</id><published>2005-06-01T05:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T06:26:42.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That new Star Wars film</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0121766/"&gt;Star Wars: Episode III - Revenge of the Sith (2005)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*No spoilers here*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, that new Star Wars, what a dissapointment. I think all three of these Star Wars prequals would have come out much better if Lucas would have been working with the same kind of budget &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; equipment he had to use when he made the original. Thanks to all of this CGI crap, these movies really don't have that authentic 'star wars' feel to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Spoilers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't that impressed with the way Anakin switched over to the dark side. I mean, yeah, the kid was confused and all, but he wanted to save his wife. And the way it ended was kind of ironic. Pretty much the exact opposide of what Anakin wanted was what ended up happening, and it was because of what he did. His whole reason for joining the dark side was to save that Padmey or whatever that stupid name is of his babys momma. They should have just called her Pudding, doesn't sound as stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when he first runs back into his woman and she tells him that she's pregnant, Anakin suggest that they stop hiding thier love from everyone, and just get exiled from the Jedi council and expelled from becoming queen. That makes sense to me. Could have been the end of the movie right there, except the empire still had to rise, and he had to turn into Darth Vader. But is there anything more romantic than two high power people who love each other to give up their power and live out the rest of their lives together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Anakin just kept making one mistake after another. And what was the deal when Samuel Jackson was going to kill the Emperor guy? Anakin stopped him? Said it wasn't right? Even though he did the same exact thing 30 minutes earlier in the film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I guess the best way to end this review is to say that I'm glad this force crap doesn't exist in real life because then instead of worrying about idiots with nukes, we'd have to worry about idiot's who are extremely powerful in the force.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13274701-111762432634044538?l=rnn2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/feeds/111762432634044538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13274701&amp;postID=111762432634044538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/111762432634044538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/111762432634044538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/2005/06/that-new-star-wars-film.html' title='That new Star Wars film'/><author><name>The Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600401112439364730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img170.imageshack.us/img170/8700/copyof1qy5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13274701.post-111760501196810857</id><published>2005-06-01T00:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T04:56:47.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seinfield</title><content type='html'>So I had this really weird dream last night. I was in an episode of that Seinfield show. The funny thing is, I don't even watch that show. I haven't watched it in at least a year. Anyways, me and all of the main characters, except Kramer, were eating at some resturaunt, and some other person was with us. That other person had around three beers, and then after they left the Seinfield crew would'nt shut up about how many drinks that person had. It was just like the damn tv show. George goes "Did that person just drink 3 beers?", then Jerry said something, then Elaine said something, then they came up with some stupid nickname for that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my dream, I wouldn't be suprised if their was an episode of Seinfield like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13274701-111760501196810857?l=rnn2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/feeds/111760501196810857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13274701&amp;postID=111760501196810857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/111760501196810857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13274701/posts/default/111760501196810857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rnn2.blogspot.com/2005/06/seinfield.html' title='Seinfield'/><author><name>The Dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10600401112439364730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img170.imageshack.us/img170/8700/copyof1qy5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
