<?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-7248749737165584650</id><updated>2011-04-22T00:21:32.319-05:00</updated><category term='Changes'/><category term='Mind'/><category term='My Town Monday'/><category term='Decisions'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Poetry'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='OWW'/><category term='Real Stories'/><category term='Memories'/><category term='Opus Redone'/><category term='Monty Python'/><category term='Fun'/><category term='Dreams'/><category term='Choices'/><category term='Goals'/><category term='Loss'/><title type='text'>Lets Think a Little Deeper</title><subtitle type='html'>Total and Complete Randomness Mixed with Mental Frustration, Dipped in Love with the Sprinkles of Yester Year.  Now with a Dash of Joy and Two Scoops of WTF.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/Sv1MvwQJzEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZK-_UH-TbqE/S220/joshsp.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>78</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248749737165584650.post-1711346002434760150</id><published>2008-09-15T21:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T21:57:10.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Penguin Has Moved</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Deathbyopus has shut down it doors for the better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and the new and improved penguin (me) can be found over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thepenguinponders.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HERE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248749737165584650-1711346002434760150?l=deathbyopus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/1711346002434760150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/1711346002434760150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/2008/09/penguin-has-moved.html' title='The Penguin Has Moved'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/Sv1MvwQJzEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZK-_UH-TbqE/S220/joshsp.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248749737165584650.post-2924147457485771268</id><published>2008-09-14T11:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T11:43:12.527-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rained Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Was supposed to go to the family reunion today.  Hadn't slept but was looking forward to seeing people I have not seen in a decade.  We were in the car and my dads cell phone rang saying it was cancelled.  The power was out where we were heading and the rain was freaking crazy.  So we turned around, hit up the Cracker Barrel, and came home.  Feel bad for my dad, he was really bummed as he was looking forward to seeing everyone.  Hopefully we will be able to go next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So how was your guys weekend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248749737165584650-2924147457485771268?l=deathbyopus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/feeds/2924147457485771268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248749737165584650&amp;postID=2924147457485771268' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/2924147457485771268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/2924147457485771268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/2008/09/rained-out.html' title='Rained Out'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/Sv1MvwQJzEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZK-_UH-TbqE/S220/joshsp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248749737165584650.post-6903525829557891219</id><published>2008-09-11T21:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T22:58:30.931-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Fun with Graphs?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think just about everyone has heard of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I Can Has Cheezburger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. I think it's very creative and gives me a laugh every time I see it. Now, I see they've had a sister &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://graphjam.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;site with graphs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. I didn't think graphs could be funny, I was wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://graphjam.files.wordpress.com/2008/09/dukesofhazzard.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://graphjam.files.wordpress.com/2008/09/dukesofhazzard.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://graphjam.files.wordpress.com/2008/09/handcuffs.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://graphjam.files.wordpress.com/2008/09/handcuffs.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://graphjam.files.wordpress.com/2008/09/air-travel.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://graphjam.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/128.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://graphjam.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/128.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Click on the Monty Python graph to see a clearer version, freaking blogger!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I also recommend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://xkcd.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;xkcd.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. To quote their page, its a web comic of romance,sarcasm, math, and language. &lt;a href="http://www.xkcd.com/450/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HERE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'s my favorite one. Love ya guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248749737165584650-6903525829557891219?l=deathbyopus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/feeds/6903525829557891219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248749737165584650&amp;postID=6903525829557891219' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/6903525829557891219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/6903525829557891219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/2008/09/fun-with-graphs.html' title='Fun with Graphs?'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/Sv1MvwQJzEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZK-_UH-TbqE/S220/joshsp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248749737165584650.post-6318662534866109006</id><published>2008-09-10T19:24:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T19:49:47.031-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OWW'/><title type='text'>One Wish Wednesday #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am gonna tell you of more practical wishes I wish would come true. We could all wish for a million dollars, world peace, or that all the Beatles were alive and well and touring. Sadly, that is not the case. We need wishes that maybe, might, or could come true. If you want to play along, cool! Here is my wish for this second installment of O.W.W.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wish - Holiday items cannot be sold in stores until AT LEAST 2 months prior.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;WTF have we become as a nation when we start selling holiday crap 3-4 months before the holiday?  I've seen it online, and in stores, particularly the selling of Christmas crap &lt;strong&gt;before&lt;/strong&gt; other holidays have arrived. (Halloween and Thanksgiving)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I was at a store, late August/early September, and was hoping to see some Halloween out.  But what do my eyes see, a mother F$%^*ng SANTA!  I went into a rampage and destroyed the Christmas section.  Well.....I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;didn't but mentally I burned that place down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm I the only one who feels like this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248749737165584650-6318662534866109006?l=deathbyopus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/feeds/6318662534866109006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248749737165584650&amp;postID=6318662534866109006' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/6318662534866109006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/6318662534866109006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-wish-wednesday-2.html' title='One Wish Wednesday #2'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/Sv1MvwQJzEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZK-_UH-TbqE/S220/joshsp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248749737165584650.post-1275017913505548854</id><published>2008-09-09T23:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T19:50:21.963-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><title type='text'>Simply Labeled Another Time, Another Place</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I see myself gazing into a mirror with letters on the bottom that simply say Another Time, Another Place. As I look into the mirror I see myself only I'm a few years older. I'm coming home from my job and I appear tired but glad to be home. My house is beautiful and it makes me smile every time I see it. As my keys ring from trying to unlock the front door, I hear foot steps running to greet me. As I open the door I am ambushed by two young boys joyfully screaming dad. I hug them both, tell them I love them, and ask were their mother is. They say almost in unison while giggling, "In the kitchen". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I smile and proceed to carry them in the kitchen to see my wife. She's at the table, getting dinner ready, and even though see has been cooking she looks lovelier than I have seen. She smiles and says hi and return the hello. We hug and share a romantic kiss, the love in the room is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;overwhelming&lt;/span&gt;. Just as she gets ready to say I love you........I wake up. I cry as it felt so real, as if I had just lost them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Dreams can be so beautiful yet so cruel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248749737165584650-1275017913505548854?l=deathbyopus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/feeds/1275017913505548854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248749737165584650&amp;postID=1275017913505548854' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/1275017913505548854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/1275017913505548854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/2008/09/simply-labeled-another-time-another.html' title='Simply Labeled Another Time, Another Place'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/Sv1MvwQJzEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZK-_UH-TbqE/S220/joshsp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248749737165584650.post-6836845488230197192</id><published>2008-09-08T00:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T01:29:55.270-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Town Monday'/><title type='text'>My Town Monday - Wikipedia Redone Edition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have taken the Wikipedia entry for &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Columbia,_Illinois"&gt;Columbia, IL&lt;/a&gt; and spiced it up a bit :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The first settlers to come to the area of Columbia, Illinois, were drunken dirty Frenchmen in the mid-1600s. They named the area in which Columbia was founded L'Aigle, which is French for We Surrender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In the mid-1700s, Canadians took over the territory until the Revolutionary War and warm weather forced them out of the area. The colonial American settlers soon arrived and established the first permanent settlements in the area of Columbia, Fort Fu-man Chew and Fort Pigley Wigley. Both forts were made out of cabbage and were used to protect against Indian rug burns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In 1820, Columbia was plotted out as a town and built on bluffs 500 feet above sea level to protect against possible attacks from fire ants and Benjamin Franklin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Germans began invading the area around 1833, with the majority coming in the 1840s. United States land agents had traveled to Germany to sell land to emigrating Germans. When the immigrants arrived in the United States, they traveled immediately to their own parcels of land and beat up the locals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Entering the United States through New Orleans, these Germans went up the Mississippi River, bypassing Poland, to St. Louis, Missouri. They "settled" in the general region, including the Columbia area. The ground was not expensive, harvests were rich, the Polish were scared, and the climate was perfect for growing grain and forcing religious views on the natives. German thrift, tenacity, tanks, and industriousness changed the character of Columbia from a pioneer settlement to a thriving community based in beer and bratwurst. The hard-working nature of the early immigrants had a direct influence on the town’s present prosperity and tolerant views of minorities.......just kidding, they're still racist as hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In 1859, Columbia was incorporated as a town as a result of the growth from German immigration and the threat of a David Hasselhoff concert. In 1868, the first Slim Jim sponsored railroad tracks were laid in Columbia, and the town continued to grow, develop, and snap into a Slim Jim . In 1927, Columbia became a city after losing its virginity after prom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't forget to check out the man behind My Town Monday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://traviserwin.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;over at his blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248749737165584650-6836845488230197192?l=deathbyopus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/feeds/6836845488230197192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248749737165584650&amp;postID=6836845488230197192' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/6836845488230197192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/6836845488230197192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-town-monday-wikipedia-redone-edition.html' title='My Town Monday - Wikipedia Redone Edition'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/Sv1MvwQJzEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZK-_UH-TbqE/S220/joshsp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248749737165584650.post-8687878153278517562</id><published>2008-09-07T00:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T19:34:37.939-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>I am So Proud of You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am so proud of you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for everything you do,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am so proud of you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for all that you've been through.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am so proud of you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for keeping your head high,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am so proud of you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for never asking why.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am so proud of you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for all the love and kindness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am so proud of you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for smiles and the brightness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am so proud of you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;for the hope you do extend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I am so proud of you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;for simply being our friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am so proud of you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;For L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you get a second, stop by my friend &lt;a href="http://launabridgedandannotated.blogspot.com/"&gt;L's blog&lt;/a&gt; and show her some love. After an up and down year she finally got moved into her new pad. She's really hung in there, held her head high, and come through swinging. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm so proud of you L.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248749737165584650-8687878153278517562?l=deathbyopus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/feeds/8687878153278517562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248749737165584650&amp;postID=8687878153278517562' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/8687878153278517562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/8687878153278517562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am-so-proud-of-you.html' title='I am So Proud of You'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/Sv1MvwQJzEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZK-_UH-TbqE/S220/joshsp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248749737165584650.post-5594068692993357296</id><published>2008-09-05T09:24:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T10:05:06.222-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Beautiful Random Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm watching Red Dwarf and Kryten is talking about the word Ambivalence. I've known the meaning but the word just sounds so beautiful. It got me thinking about it and other pretty words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ambivalence&lt;/strong&gt; - a state of having emotions of both positive and negative valence or of having thoughts or actions in contradiction with each other, when they are related to the same object, idea or person (for example, feeling both love and hatred for someone or something). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Compassion&lt;/strong&gt; - Deep awareness of the suffering of another coupled with the wish to relieve it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chupacabra &lt;/strong&gt;- Purported creature resembling a gargoyle, said to exist in parts of Mexico and on Puerto Rico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lemming&lt;/strong&gt; - small rodents, usually found in or near the Arctic, in tundra biomes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Xiphoid Process&lt;/strong&gt; - The small cartilaginous extension to the lower part of the sternum which is usually ossified in the adult human.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Some words are just simply beautiful, roll of your tongue, and whether you know the definition, make you smile. I know there are more but these make me smile. How about you? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248749737165584650-5594068692993357296?l=deathbyopus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/feeds/5594068692993357296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248749737165584650&amp;postID=5594068692993357296' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/5594068692993357296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/5594068692993357296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/2008/09/beautiful-words.html' title='Beautiful Random Words'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/Sv1MvwQJzEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZK-_UH-TbqE/S220/joshsp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248749737165584650.post-2885501557635520643</id><published>2008-09-04T07:13:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T07:22:59.304-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>I Have the Reverse Flu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My mood at the moment can only be explained with a snip it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;from the classic BBC show Red Dwarf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KRYTEN&lt;/strong&gt;: Quite extraordinary. Lanstrom (a doctor) postulated that there are two kinds of virus. Positive and negative. The negative we already know about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LISTER:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah, like the flu, rabies, that kind of stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KRYTEN:&lt;/strong&gt; But she also believed that there are positive viral strains which actually make human beings feel better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAT:&lt;/strong&gt; Such as? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KRYTEN:&lt;/strong&gt; Well, at a very basic level she predicted a kind of ‘reverse flu’ - a strain of virus which promotes an unaccountable feeling of well-being and happiness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LISTER:&lt;/strong&gt; That's happened to me! Me life's been turned to complete and utter crud, and I've woken up in the morning feeling good for no apparent reason! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KRYTEN:&lt;/strong&gt; The chances are, sir, that on those occasions you had unwittingly contracted Lanstrom's virus. According to her notes, twentieth-century DJs suffered from it all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;LMAOL, I love that last part.  I do seem to be suffering from the reverse flu.  I have no reason to really explain this great mood and total happiness I am feeling.  All I know is that I hope its contagious and that somehow you can get it over the net.  *cough cough* I wish you guys could see my smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I love you guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248749737165584650-2885501557635520643?l=deathbyopus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/feeds/2885501557635520643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248749737165584650&amp;postID=2885501557635520643' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/2885501557635520643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/2885501557635520643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-have-reverse-flu.html' title='I Have the Reverse Flu'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/Sv1MvwQJzEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZK-_UH-TbqE/S220/joshsp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248749737165584650.post-9070357407274351664</id><published>2008-09-03T00:07:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T00:47:43.027-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OWW'/><title type='text'>One Wish Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some of my buds on the net have certain blogs they do on certain days; &lt;a href="http://traviserwin.blogspot.com/"&gt;Travis&lt;/a&gt; does &lt;a href="http://traviserwin.blogspot.com/search/label/My%20Town%20Monday"&gt;My Town Monday&lt;/a&gt; on Monday and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;uber&lt;/span&gt; cool cousin &lt;a href="http://somethingshewrote.blogspot.com/"&gt;Janna&lt;/a&gt; does &lt;a href="http://somethingshewrote.blogspot.com/search/label/stuff%20and%20things"&gt;Tuesday's Stuff and Things&lt;/a&gt; on Tuesdays. I want to join in on the fun and do something on weekly basis with a theme. After much thinking I has decided on One Wish Wednesday. I think we deserve one wish a week, and I am gonna tell you of more &lt;strong&gt;practical&lt;/strong&gt; wishes I wish would come true. We could all wish for a million dollars, world peace, or that all the Beatles were alive and well and touring. Sadly, that is not the case. We need wishes that maybe, might, or could come true. If you want to play along, cool! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here is my wish for this first installment of O.W.W.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wish - I wish they would move the freaking staff bathroom.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you work at a place where the your bathroom is RIGHT next to where everyone works. Are you male and loud? Or a gassy female? If so, then you feel my pain. Our staff bathroom is about 8 feet from where everyone sits. And being a guy, using thing bathroom when I need to something other than the standard, is quite embarrassing and doesn't end well. Thankfully this has never happened to me, but rather learned of this when a doctor used it. The smell from the restroom was unimaginable. I smelt hell, fire, and brimstone; thinking that the Devil had just taken a "boom boom". (boom boom is what some nurses call a number 2 here Children's when talking with kids)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I know somewhere there is an architect laughing and screaming, "EVERYONE IS GONNA HAVE TO SMELL IT &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;/span&gt;!" Well, f&amp;amp;*k you Mr. I Need to Put a Crapper in the Work Area. I take the elevator down 5 stories to use a bathroom with privacy and not have to worry about the staff running in fear. Is it worth it........yes it is. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248749737165584650-9070357407274351664?l=deathbyopus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/feeds/9070357407274351664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248749737165584650&amp;postID=9070357407274351664' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/9070357407274351664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/9070357407274351664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-wish-wednesday.html' title='One Wish Wednesday'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/Sv1MvwQJzEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZK-_UH-TbqE/S220/joshsp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248749737165584650.post-6467576492015692699</id><published>2008-09-02T05:22:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T06:00:33.951-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>I Am</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am so weary,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it makes me weep.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think I will try,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and get some sleep.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But another day, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;has come and gone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And wasted time, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;has done me wrong.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My time is precious, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;as time seems to go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For what tomorrow holds, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I simply don't know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm tired of wasting,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this time so dear.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time spent alone, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;with no one near.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I lay down, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and do whats best.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can only hope time,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;too takes a rest.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Love ya guys :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248749737165584650-6467576492015692699?l=deathbyopus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/feeds/6467576492015692699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248749737165584650&amp;postID=6467576492015692699' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/6467576492015692699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/6467576492015692699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am.html' title='I Am'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/Sv1MvwQJzEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZK-_UH-TbqE/S220/joshsp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248749737165584650.post-7809538565639783196</id><published>2008-09-01T02:38:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T03:53:49.480-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Why Friends are Great</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Even though we've changed and we're all finding our own place in the world, we all know that when the tears fall or the smile spreads across our face, we'll come to each other because no matter where this crazy world takes us, nothing will ever change so much to the point where we're not all still friends.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Unknown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I am out getting a bite to eat with my friend Lauren and we start talking about things, life, the usual food stuff. Eventually in the conversation I started talking about how things haven't quite come the way I planned. I compared my life to boat set for the new world. This boat was my hopes and dreams disstend for a land of happiness and love. Sadly, in mid journey, things started going to hell. The crew abandoned ship and the sails burn in the night sky. So I told her it took me a while to figure that all I can do is weather the storms and hope my vessel drifts to better place. And without missing a beat, she says, "if that were the case, you still have another option." Me having thought of everything said, "Whats that?".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;She said, "Well, you can always row." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;When you think you have no other options, your friends will always surprise you and remind you that you always have more options. I truly am greatful for the friends I have and all they have done for me. The greatest thing in in the world that they have done and will do, is keep me smiling and keep my ship aflot. I love you guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240968004589102706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SLuooeC4pnI/AAAAAAAAAaU/PBmF0bqW7XU/s400/friends.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248749737165584650-7809538565639783196?l=deathbyopus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/feeds/7809538565639783196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248749737165584650&amp;postID=7809538565639783196' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/7809538565639783196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/7809538565639783196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/2008/09/why-friends-are-great.html' title='Why Friends are Great'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/Sv1MvwQJzEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZK-_UH-TbqE/S220/joshsp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SLuooeC4pnI/AAAAAAAAAaU/PBmF0bqW7XU/s72-c/friends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248749737165584650.post-3343786182610937077</id><published>2008-08-31T08:51:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T09:29:06.369-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Labor Day Laughs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I think Labor Day Weekend, I think Ninjas. Enjoy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z9BxF-PUNAM&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://askaninja.com/"&gt;Ask a Ninja&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248749737165584650-3343786182610937077?l=deathbyopus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/feeds/3343786182610937077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248749737165584650&amp;postID=3343786182610937077' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/3343786182610937077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/3343786182610937077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/2008/08/labor-day-laughs.html' title='Labor Day Laughs'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/Sv1MvwQJzEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZK-_UH-TbqE/S220/joshsp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248749737165584650.post-1220030501290467529</id><published>2008-08-30T02:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T02:15:16.158-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>A Stolen List</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As I am tired and mentally flushed at the moment, I have "borrowed" this from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://happyhouseofhaas.blogspot.com/2008/08/01.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Robyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; who had in turn "borrowed" it from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://stampfl.blogspot.com/2008/08/list-and-steve-jobs.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;her friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Highlight those tasks that you have accomplished in your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;01. Bought everyone in the bar a drink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;02. Swam with wild dolphins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;03. Climbed a mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;04. Taken a Ferrari for a test drive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;05. Been inside the Great Pyramid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;06. Held a tarantula&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;07. Taken a candlelit bath with someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;08. Said “I love you” and meant it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;09. Hugged a tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;10. Bungee jumped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;11. Visited Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Stayed up all night long and saw the sun rise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;14. Seen the Northern Lights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;15. Gone to a huge sports game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;16. Walked the stairs to the top of the leaning Tower of Pisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;17. Grown and eaten your own vegetables&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;18. Touched an iceberg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. Slept under the stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Changed a baby’s nappy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;21. Taken a trip in a hot air balloon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;22. Watched a meteor shower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;23. Gotten tipsy on champagne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;24. Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. Looked up at the night sky through a telescope&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;27. Been engaged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;28. Bet on a winning horse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;29. Asked out a stranger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. Had a snowball fight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31. Screamed as loudly as you possibly can&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;32. Held a lamb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;33. Seen a total eclipse of both the sun and moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34. Ridden a roller coaster&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;35. Hit a home run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36. Danced like a fool and not cared who was looking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;37. Adopted an accent for an entire day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;38. Actually felt happy about your life, even for just a moment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;39. Had two hard drives for your computer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;40. Visited all 50 states&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;41. Taken care of someone who was drunk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;42. Had/Have amazing friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;43. Danced with a stranger in a foreign country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;44. Watched whales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;45. Stolen a sign&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;46. Backpacked in Europe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;47. Taken a road-trip&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;48. Gone rock climbing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;49. Midnight walk on the beach&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;50. Gone sky diving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;51. Visited Ireland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;52. Been heartbroken longer than you were actually in love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;53. In a restaurant, sat at a stranger’s table and had a meal with them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;54. Visited Japan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;55. Milked a cow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;56. Alphabetized your CDs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;57. Pretended to be a superhero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;58. Sung karaoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;59. Lounged around in bed all day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;60. Played touch football&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;61. Gone scuba diving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;62. Kissed in the rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;63. Played in the mud&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;64. Played in the rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;65. Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;66. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;67. Started a business&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;68. Fallen in love and not had your heart broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;69. Toured ancient sites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;70. Taken a martial arts class&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;71. Played D&amp;amp;D for more than 6 hours straight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;72. Gotten married&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;73. Been in a movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;74. Crashed a party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;75. Gotten divorced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;76. Gone without food for 5 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;77. Made cookies from scratch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;78. Won first prize in a costume contest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;79. Ridden a gondola in Venice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;80. Gotten a tattoo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;81. Rafted a river&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;82. Been on television news programs as an “expert”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;83. Gotten flowers for no reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;84. Performed on stage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;85. Been to Las Vegas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;86. Recorded music&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;87. Eaten shark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;88. Kissed on the first date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;89. Gone to Thailand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;90. Bought a house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;91. Been in a combat zone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;92. Buried one/both of your parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;93. Been on a cruise ship&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;94. Spoken more than one language fluently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;95. Performed in a Rocky Horror Picture Show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;96. Raised children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;97. Followed your favorite band/singer on tour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;98. Passed out cold&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;99. Taken an exotic bicycle tour in a foreign country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;100. Picked up and moved to another city to just start over - Soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;101. Walked the Golden Gate Bridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;102. Sang loudly in the car, and didn’t stop when you knew someone was looking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;103. Had plastic surgery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;104. Survived an accident that you shouldn’t have survived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;105. Wrote articles for a large publication&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;106. Lost over 100 pounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;107. Held someone while they were having a flashback&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;108. Piloted an airplane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;109. Touched a stingray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;110. Broken someone’s heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;111. Helped an animal give birth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;112. Won money on a TV game show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;113. Broken a bone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;114. Gone on an African photo safari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;115. Had a facial part pierced other than your ears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;116. Fired a rifle, shotgun, or pistol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;117. Eaten mushrooms that were gathered in the wild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;118. Ridden a horse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;119. Had major surgery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;120. Had a snake as a pet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;121. Hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;122. Slept 30 hours in a 48 hour time frame&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;123. Visited more foreign countries than U.S. states&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;124. Visited all 7 continents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;125. Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;126. Eaten kangaroo meat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;127. Eaten sushi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;128. Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;129. Changed someone’s mind about something you care deeply about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;130. Gone back to school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;131. Parasailed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;132. Touched a cockroach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;133. Eaten fried green tomatoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;134. Read “The Iliad”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;135. Selected one “important” author who you missed in school, and read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;136. Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;137. Skipped all your school reunions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;138. Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;139. Been elected to public office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;140. Written your own computer language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;141. Thought to yourself that you’re living your dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;142. Had to put someone you love into hospice care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;143. Built your own PC from parts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;144. Sold your own artwork to someone who didn’t know you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;145. Had a booth at a street fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;146. Dyed your hair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;147. Been a DJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;148. Shaved your head&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;149. Caused a car accident&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;150. Saved someone’s life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thats a freaking list!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248749737165584650-1220030501290467529?l=deathbyopus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/feeds/1220030501290467529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248749737165584650&amp;postID=1220030501290467529' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/1220030501290467529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/1220030501290467529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/2008/08/stolen-list.html' title='A Stolen List'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/Sv1MvwQJzEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZK-_UH-TbqE/S220/joshsp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248749737165584650.post-3639770823356259867</id><published>2008-08-29T02:06:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T02:32:45.030-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Choices'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Changes'/><title type='text'>China 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Mark Twain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have decided to go to China to see my cousin Justin and hang with him for a while. I plan to leave next summer as this will give me time to finish paying off my only debt, my truck loan. This will also give me time to save up some cash, get my paperwork in order, hang with friends/family, and psych myself to leaving the country. I'm looking forward to something new and something different. I have a lot of friends/family here, but besides that I have nothing. My job is great but it is not a career. My love life is non-existent and who knows if that will change. I'm also hung up on someone and I think the distance might finally get me to move on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The thought of leaving is scary yet at the same time exciting. Even if I don't live there forever and decide to come home, I can at least say, "China....been there, done that." Hopefully I will find a nice gal, a nice job, get along with my cousin, and find what I have been looking for. I'm not sure what it is, but I hope I find it. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Love ya guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- Josh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;P.S. Sorry for the ever changing appearance of my blog. It seems everyday I try to find a layout that best suits me and I have yet to find it. I thought it would be easy to find a layout that says who I am, and as of this second I have yet to find it. So heads up, more changes probably coming. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248749737165584650-3639770823356259867?l=deathbyopus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/feeds/3639770823356259867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248749737165584650&amp;postID=3639770823356259867' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/3639770823356259867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/3639770823356259867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/2008/08/china-2009.html' title='China 2009'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/Sv1MvwQJzEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZK-_UH-TbqE/S220/joshsp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248749737165584650.post-5231111924802944633</id><published>2008-08-28T06:25:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T07:21:19.672-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Sometimes It Would Be Nice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes it would be nice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;if our lives were like a book.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Having already been written&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so we could take a look.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To read ahead and make sure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the choices we made were just,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that we did not waste a minute,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when every second is a must.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could use that book right now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;as my present choice may fail,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I am uncertain in myself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;with my mind so weak and frail.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I do not know what to do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;as everything is out of place,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this chapter of my life it seems&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;is lost and gone without a trace.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/syJyclYjvb4&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248749737165584650-5231111924802944633?l=deathbyopus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/feeds/5231111924802944633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248749737165584650&amp;postID=5231111924802944633' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/5231111924802944633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/5231111924802944633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/2008/08/sometime-it-would-be-nice.html' title='Sometimes It Would Be Nice'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/Sv1MvwQJzEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZK-_UH-TbqE/S220/joshsp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248749737165584650.post-7381591216274683041</id><published>2008-08-26T05:24:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T05:48:48.746-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decisions'/><title type='text'>The Ultimate Move</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have a cousin that lives in China.  He's been there, I think, for over 5 years and is the closest thing I have to brother.  He loves it there as he has a soon to be wife, and says he's never moving back to the States.   3/4 years ago, he asked to move there and hang with him.  I was all gung ho.  I had gotten my Visa in order, found a decent plane ticket, and had even turned in my notice at my job.  Well, sadly some things fell through and I wasn't able to go.  Thankfully I was able to get my job back and everything was fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems every year since then he always tries to get me to come over there.  I didn't before because of either A) my job, B) wanting to settle down, C) being scared or D) all of the above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, a lot has happened since then and know I'm am the same position but with a different frame of mind.  I emailed him to say happy birthday, and again got the same "you need to come over here man".  I don't have that special someone and even though I love my job, I do not see myself doing that for the rest of my life.  He said I could live with him rent free and he'd get me a job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The more and more I think about it the better it sounds.  If I did I would sell my truck and get rid of my phone as then I would have no more bills.  The thought of being in a new country with new possibilities is quite the high.  I still have a ton of time to think about this and it may never happen....but what if it did.   Time to think a little deeper :)  Love ya guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248749737165584650-7381591216274683041?l=deathbyopus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/feeds/7381591216274683041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248749737165584650&amp;postID=7381591216274683041' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/7381591216274683041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/7381591216274683041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/2008/08/ultimate-move.html' title='The Ultimate Move'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/Sv1MvwQJzEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZK-_UH-TbqE/S220/joshsp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248749737165584650.post-2136812341200078082</id><published>2008-08-25T03:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T03:42:42.989-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Hobbies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/collecting_double_takes.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/collecting_double_takes.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://xkcd.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;xkcd.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Not the greatest hobby but you get to meet a lot of nice people in uniforms.  I hope that everyone had a great weekend and that the week ahead is easy and fun.  I get off work in 3 hours and then I have 3 days off.  Oh happy days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Love ya guys :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248749737165584650-2136812341200078082?l=deathbyopus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/feeds/2136812341200078082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248749737165584650&amp;postID=2136812341200078082' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/2136812341200078082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/2136812341200078082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/2008/08/hobbies.html' title='Hobbies'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/Sv1MvwQJzEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZK-_UH-TbqE/S220/joshsp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248749737165584650.post-8727679593115700791</id><published>2008-08-23T04:17:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T05:38:04.119-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Love at its Best</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Big Fish is a movie that holds a special place in my heart. Its story hits home to me in more than one area. Its reminds me off my late Grandfather and a love long since lost. This video I found on Youtube brings back alot of memories of my grandfather and of her. I hope you like it as much as I love it. Love ya guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LggF_UxhL28&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" fs="1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248749737165584650-8727679593115700791?l=deathbyopus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/feeds/8727679593115700791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248749737165584650&amp;postID=8727679593115700791' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/8727679593115700791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/8727679593115700791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/2008/08/love-at-its-best.html' title='Love at its Best'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/Sv1MvwQJzEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZK-_UH-TbqE/S220/joshsp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248749737165584650.post-4783814018889007776</id><published>2008-08-23T00:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T04:28:16.305-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>An Apocalyptica Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One of the things that makes music unique is that is never ending. There is always new music, always something new to listen too and experience. Music is my happy place, as it is with other people. I have found a few new songs from one of my favorite bands, Apocalyptica. Here's one called I Don't Care featuring Apocalyptica with Adam Gontier of Three Days Grace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/znhSLyuQt6w&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" fs="1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248749737165584650-4783814018889007776?l=deathbyopus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/feeds/4783814018889007776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248749737165584650&amp;postID=4783814018889007776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/4783814018889007776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/4783814018889007776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/2008/08/apocalyptica-weekend.html' title='An Apocalyptica Weekend'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/Sv1MvwQJzEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZK-_UH-TbqE/S220/joshsp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248749737165584650.post-4376093429306723993</id><published>2008-08-22T04:34:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T04:59:00.986-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>5 Keys to a Great Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“If you don't think every day is a good day, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;just try missing one.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Calvett Robert&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Watch Big Fish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.boxofficeprophets.com/images2/bigfish092104.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Watch Edward Scissorhands&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.cyber-cinema.com/british/EdwardScissorhandsA_BRT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Eat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.cvent.com/destination-guide/chicago/images/chicago-deep-dish-pizza.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Watch Corpse Bride&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://weddingwhirlwind.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/corpsebride-looking.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Watch The Nightmare Before Christmas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.fresnobeehive.com/archives/upload/2007/08/2006_nightmare_before_christmas_in_disney_001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If one is looking to relax, a day lost to the cinema is best.  Movies that provoke emotion, make you laugh, and bring back memories are the greatest.  This is how I spent yesterday, surrounded by some of my favorite movies while enjoying every single scene, song, and memory.  Good times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I hope everyone has a great Friday and that weekend comes soon.  Love ya guys :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248749737165584650-4376093429306723993?l=deathbyopus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/feeds/4376093429306723993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248749737165584650&amp;postID=4376093429306723993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/4376093429306723993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/4376093429306723993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/2008/08/5-keys-to-great-day.html' title='5 Keys to a Great Day'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/Sv1MvwQJzEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZK-_UH-TbqE/S220/joshsp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248749737165584650.post-2104485849912967524</id><published>2008-08-21T05:15:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T05:30:34.339-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>It's Gonna Be a Great Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SK1Dlyei5lI/AAAAAAAAAZI/wSHLkTt2pbM/s1600-h/part1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236916258185864786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SK1Dlyei5lI/AAAAAAAAAZI/wSHLkTt2pbM/s400/part1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SK1BgTxJjQI/AAAAAAAAAYo/jv9uueKZHgc/s1600-h/part1.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SK1BjrbAhfI/AAAAAAAAAYw/9Wd3p0ocAS8/s1600-h/part2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236914022908986866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SK1BjrbAhfI/AAAAAAAAAYw/9Wd3p0ocAS8/s400/part2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236914306416579506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SK1B0LkfE7I/AAAAAAAAAY4/Ji9IMH85eI4/s400/part3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236914841493971378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SK1CTU44IbI/AAAAAAAAAZA/6pAf8odZhA4/s400/4.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248749737165584650-2104485849912967524?l=deathbyopus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/feeds/2104485849912967524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248749737165584650&amp;postID=2104485849912967524' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/2104485849912967524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/2104485849912967524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-gonna-be-great-day.html' title='It&apos;s Gonna Be a Great Day'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/Sv1MvwQJzEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZK-_UH-TbqE/S220/joshsp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SK1Dlyei5lI/AAAAAAAAAZI/wSHLkTt2pbM/s72-c/part1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248749737165584650.post-7534470852460351882</id><published>2008-08-20T00:06:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T00:33:15.045-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Mythbusters: Mini Edition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tv-mafia.com/series_images/Mythbusters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://tv-mafia.com/series_images/Mythbusters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Myth: Flipping your collar up at a party will make you cool.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.neilturner.me.uk/photos/dontmess.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Test&lt;/strong&gt;: We put 10 males in a room with 10 drunk and ready females. 5 had their collars flipped up while the other 5 had their collars down or normal. After less than 5 minutes, the normal collar down males had mated 3 times each female while the collar up guys were found talking in a corner smelling very fresh.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conclusion:&lt;/strong&gt; Wearing your collar up at a party does not make you cooler but it will make you look like a&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;douche. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Myth Busted!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Myth: A man's sexual energy triggers headaches in women.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://henna96.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2007/12/headache.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Test:&lt;/strong&gt; We took 6 couples; 2 married, 2 divorced, and 2 couples who had just met each other over the Internet. All 6 men were administered 2 Viagra tablets and were ready for love. When the time for sexual congress had arrived, the results were mixed. One of the married women fell asleep and the 2 divorced women each had a headache. However, the other 3 couples did mate and with only one female sustained experiencing any head issues. This issue arouse when her partner, a part time acrobat and shoe salesman, threw her into the air while attempting a complected sexual maneuver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conclusion:&lt;/strong&gt; When a woman experiences a headache in a regards to sex, the ache is nothing more than a simple reason not to have sex with her partner. Or that of an injury that was the result of a illegal page of the Kama &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sutra&lt;/span&gt;. Myth Busted!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Myth: If you have $5 and Chuck Norris has $5, Chuck Norris has more money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i236.photobucket.com/albums/ff99/plasticglowworm/chuck-norris.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Test:&lt;/strong&gt; We gave 3 people five dollars and then gave Chuck Norris five dollars. Fifteen minutes later, 2 people were dead, 1 in a coma, and Chuck Norris had $20. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Conclusion:&lt;/strong&gt; Even if Chuck Norris had not killed those involved with the test, Chuck &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Norris's&lt;/span&gt; five dollars will always be greater than your five dollars. Myth Confirmed on Pain of Death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After doing a very deep thought provoking blog yesterday, I thought it would be best to do a fun and silly one. I hope that everyone is having a great week and that the weekend comes sooner than expected. Love ya guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248749737165584650-7534470852460351882?l=deathbyopus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/feeds/7534470852460351882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248749737165584650&amp;postID=7534470852460351882' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/7534470852460351882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/7534470852460351882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/2008/08/mythbusters-deathbyopus-edition.html' title='Mythbusters: Mini Edition'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/Sv1MvwQJzEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZK-_UH-TbqE/S220/joshsp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248749737165584650.post-6585484597173384611</id><published>2008-08-19T04:32:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T05:45:11.493-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Changes'/><title type='text'>Changes Through Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“To get all there is out of living, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we must employ our time wisely, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;never being in too much of a hurry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to stop and sip life, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but never &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;losing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;our sense of the enormous value of a minute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Robert Updegraff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As a man who is only 26, I feel sometimes as though I have lived many lives before my own. Having experienced all that can be experienced, loved all, and lived as though I would never live again. I've often been called a middle aged man trapped in a young mans body. I find that be comforting and "a bit of a downer". It is nice to think beyond your years, but at the same time, we need to enjoy the time we have now and not worry. As I sit here with this middle age brain and think, one thing really worries me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;When I was younger I was enthralled with the prospect of true love and marriage. I had seen as a child the love between my parents and how much their union meant to them. While I don't doubt or worry about the state of love, I worry about the state of marriage or even togetherness in our times. My thoughts had always been find the one you love and be with that person till the day you die. I have since revised that statement, to just try and find the one your love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Amazingly, this new train of thought has nothing to do with anyone past or present in my life. But rather standing back and looking through an unclouded telescope at the world and it's creatures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Times have changed but not for the better. Things once held to be sacred are not. All you seem to hear is the worst and never see the positive light. But it wasn't always like this. Our parents lived in this time of love and togetherness as their parents did before them. But I will admit the world was a kinder and more loving place.....once upon a time. We have de-evolved into a emotionless self centered void. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But as mankind has always shown, there is always a glimmer of hope. I still see it in my parents eyes and hear it in their words. I read about it on my &lt;a href="http://somethingshewrote.blogspot.com/"&gt;cousins blog&lt;/a&gt; and wish that I, along with everyone, had that kind of family. Do I think these good old days will return for mankind? No. Do I hope that we will see what we've loss and attempt to relearn it? With all my heart yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Love ya guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"The world is a stage, but not everything has to be a farce."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- Josh Leadbetter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248749737165584650-6585484597173384611?l=deathbyopus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/feeds/6585484597173384611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248749737165584650&amp;postID=6585484597173384611' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/6585484597173384611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/6585484597173384611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/2008/08/changes-though-time.html' title='Changes Through Time'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/Sv1MvwQJzEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZK-_UH-TbqE/S220/joshsp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248749737165584650.post-4542161057572207228</id><published>2008-08-18T04:40:00.032-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T06:17:51.715-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Town Monday'/><title type='text'>My Town Monday - St. Louis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The cool things about where I live is that I'm twenty minutes from St. Louis. And over the last few years, because of a friend, have I really discovered the fun to be had there. If you are ever in the area, these are a few of the places I would recommend in a heartbeat. If we're gonna have a night out in St. Louis, your gonna need a pint. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thescottisharms.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Scottish Arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; is a true honest to goodness Scottish Pub. They serve Scottish food, lager, and even wear kilts. If your Scottish, it's the place to be. If you want to drink and think of your homeland, this is the place to be. I have only been there once, but while I was drinking and eating, the lamb is great, I felt comfortable and at home. This is one place you must go for a pint. I imagine myself in Scotland, with my lass, at a pub like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.thescottisharms.com/files/whisky_pano.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Their bar is my dream bar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And what if your looking for a little class? The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slam.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;St. Louis Art Museum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; is the place to go. I have been coming to this museum since we moved here in 92. I really truly enjoy coming here. The environment is relaxed, as you hope it would be. The art is beautiful and if you have that someone special with you, you'll enjoy it that much more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slam.org/images/mainImage.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235813768968540658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SKlY4eF4EfI/AAAAAAAAAV4/86ySpA7Brt8/s400/main.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slam.org/images/mainImage.jpg"&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is a painting in here that looks just like &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;my &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cousin, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://somethingshewrote.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Something She Wrote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. I think she's seen it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And whats great about going to the museum, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stlzoo.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;St. Louis Zoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; is right next to it. There is nothing better than spending part of the day at the museum then hitting the zoo or vice averse. If you go in the summer time, I recommend the Penguin Exhibit highly. It's freaking cool and the penguins rock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235796995611886578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SKlJoIeBA_I/AAAAAAAAAVw/0ODNR91du2M/s200/zoo.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where is Batman?", he asked his ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And since I am a theater lover and part time music man, I would suggest swinging by the Fox Theater. This is the place to see musicals, Broadway plays, comedians, and musicians alike. Phantom of the Opera looks amazing here, watching a comedy genius do stand up here is awesome, and just being able to say, "Sorry, I'm heading to the theater." is just plain fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.fabulousfox.com/images/marquee_header_pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inside is so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And if your looking for a great place to eat, I'm sorry. There is only one place I have ever recommended as if the life of my first born child depended on it. That place, my friends, is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quatros.com/customer/home.php"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quatro's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. True, its about 80 minutes from where I live, in Carbondale, IL where I went to college, but dammit, it has the best pizza anywhere! Get a large deep pan Meateater, that's all you need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.quatros.com/images/home_page_images/huge/home_page_image_1_1138206657.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not&lt;/strong&gt; in St. Louis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Love ya guys and have a great Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248749737165584650-4542161057572207228?l=deathbyopus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/feeds/4542161057572207228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248749737165584650&amp;postID=4542161057572207228' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/4542161057572207228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/4542161057572207228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-town-monday-st-louis.html' title='My Town Monday - St. Louis'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/Sv1MvwQJzEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZK-_UH-TbqE/S220/joshsp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SKlY4eF4EfI/AAAAAAAAAV4/86ySpA7Brt8/s72-c/main.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248749737165584650.post-4450198574354593947</id><published>2008-08-17T04:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T06:56:47.663-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>MST3K For the Win!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So my friend L emailed me about a Sci-Fi convention coming to St. Louis. Folks I'm not gonna lie, I'm a huge Science Fiction nerd. As a child I remember watching and loving the British ones most. My two favorites of all time where and are..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Red Dwarf&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://backintheday.blogharbor.com/red_dwarf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and Dr. Who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.devonautographs.com/store/catalog/images/doctor-who-diamond-logo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Red Dwarf is my favorite BBC one hands down. It was on for a decade, 88-97, and always made me laugh. Here's the synopsis:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Three million years ago, a radiation leak killed the crew of the mining ship, Red Dwarf. The only survivor was Dave Lister, the chicken soup machine repairman. He spends his time on the ship with a holographic projection of Arnold Rimmer (his dead bunk mate), Cat (a life-form that evolved from Dave's cat), Holly (the ship's senile computer), and Kryten (a service mechanoid).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That rocks! Oops, sorry, got off track there. One of my other favorite scf-fi shows, Mystery Science Theater 3000, or MST3K, will be represented at this convention! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img266.imageshack.us/img266/1535/mst3klogohp8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This great show ran from 1989-1999 with over 180 episodes. For those of you that don't know this show, here is another synopsis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When zany mad scientist Dr. Clayton Forrester and his loopy assistant Frank get bored with their work at the Deep Thirteen research center, they kidnap Joel the janitor and shoot him into orbit on the Satellite of Love. While in space Joel builds wacky robot sidekicks Tom Servo and Crow T. Robot to help him withstand an onslaught of grade 'Z' movies that the mad scientists force him to watch.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So it's a show about a man and 2 robots, forced to watch some of the worst B movies of all time. So pretty much them watching these movies, mocking them to hell, as they sit in a theater. Out of this world funny. Head to youtube and type in MST3K and enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Back to the meaning of this blog. A bunch of the dudes/dudettes from the show are gonna be at the convention as this is their 20th anniversary. I can't wait to meet and greet with them.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, if you in the St. Louis area October3-5, I just might see you there. Love ya guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.archonstl.org/32/index.php"&gt;Info About the Convention Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248749737165584650-4450198574354593947?l=deathbyopus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/feeds/4450198574354593947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248749737165584650&amp;postID=4450198574354593947' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/4450198574354593947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/4450198574354593947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/2008/08/mst3k-for-win.html' title='MST3K For the Win!'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/Sv1MvwQJzEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZK-_UH-TbqE/S220/joshsp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248749737165584650.post-7690928497725539219</id><published>2008-08-15T00:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T01:00:04.029-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Food, Friends, and Cats</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;"A faithful friend is the medicine of life." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;- Apocrypha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Even though I have been having a ton of fun with the Real* Stories, you can read the conclusion by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/2008/08/real-stories-part-4-end-of-war.html"&gt;clicking here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or you can quit being a lazy bastard and scroll down one blog! Anyway, I still must remember to blog about actual things. On Wednesday night, I was able to meet up with some really great friends of mine at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lotawata.com/about.html"&gt;Lotawata Creek&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. If you haven't eaten there, its a true challenge. They give you so much freaking food, its puts guys like me to shame. This is the only place I can never finish my plate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.lotawata.com/images/about.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;As we hugged and shook hands, I remembered I had not seen these guys/gals since my college years; I went to college in 2000-2001. Yeah, only one year as I flunked out and was asked not to return. It's not my fault as I had to take classes OTHER than music. Who the hell uses Philosophy anyway!? Anyway, that's a blog for another day. And even though I went back for a few fraternity functions and football games, I had not seen most of these people in over 6 years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="123" alt="" src="http://www.arenadigest.com/images/southern_illinois_salukis.GIF" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Let me say, it was great to see everyone and fun was had by all. We ate, drank, and socialized; the three keys elements to a great time. We told stories from times past, and caught up with the present. All them are married, some with kids and some with cats. And those people just with cats love it when they are repeatedly asked, "When are YOU gonna have kids?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I think those cat couples may be on to something, because would rather have this.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/funny-pictures-well-mannered-cat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;or this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://media.damnfunnypictures.com/dfp/FunnyKidGallery007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think that pretty much answers itself :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As the night ended emails and numbers were exchanged, and vows of not being a stranger were traded. It really was a great time and can't wait to see them again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Time is short people so live and love while you can. Love ya guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248749737165584650-7690928497725539219?l=deathbyopus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/feeds/7690928497725539219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248749737165584650&amp;postID=7690928497725539219' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/7690928497725539219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/7690928497725539219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-to-reality.html' title='Food, Friends, and Cats'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/Sv1MvwQJzEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZK-_UH-TbqE/S220/joshsp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248749737165584650.post-808021132171979151</id><published>2008-08-14T22:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T01:40:37.846-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real Stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Real* Stories Part 4 - The End of the 4 Minute War</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;THE STORY YOU ARE ABOUT TO READ IS REAL*. ONLY THE NAMES HAVE BEEN CHANGED TO MAKE THIS SLIGHTLY MORE FUNNY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;PREVIOUSLY ON REAL* STORIES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And when I saw Lauren pull out the Taffy, I knew this rumble was on. She had a ritual with her fights; first she'd eat some Taffy, then put on her Drew Carey glasses, and last, she'd turn on her Rick Astley Beat Down Mix on her IPod. When we heard "Never Gonna Give You Up" blaring from her headset, we knew something else, The Popsicle Express had no chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Lauren made a b-line for Pat O'Cake. Not really to single him out, but to save him from Brad. He had cornered Pat and was doing his one man show of South Pacific. Pat, who was crying and scared, was grateful to see Lauren. He would rather scrap with her rather than sit through another minute of Brad's show. Pat sadly didn't have a chance as once Lauren had her taffy, she was unstoppable. She made him say uncle, then pinkie swear that he would go home and think about what he'd done. He continued crying, and then left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Kelly and Dan had teamed up to take on Jack and Red. They were duking it out in the Lesbian Pizzeria and Bait Shop apply named Lure. Pizza was flying, worms were trampled, and the ladies in the Pizzeria seemed pretty excited. And with each of their ladies on there shoulders, an epic chicken fight began......and ended quickly. Sadly, due to Big Jacks small size, they were easily defeated. Dan and Kelly embraced knowing that their skills at chicken fighting while inside a Lesbian Pizzeria and Bait Shop, was out of this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I was trading jabs back and forth with Brian O'Nasty. First I showed him some old family pictures, which dazed him. Then he showed me some Lolcats from his cell phone, it almost knocked me down. But I was finally able to knock him out with a low blow of nude pictures of his girlfriend. She was partially dressed as Barney being whipped with a Halibut as she watched Harry Potter; it was just too much for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;As we looked over the battle field, through the midgets, the night crawlers, and as Brad continued to sing, we marveled in our victory. We knew we were the kings of South East Chicago. And as we left, Brad was finishing South Pacific and moving on to Sunset Boulevard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We smiled and knew everything was gonna be OK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;THE END......for this war anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Complete Fabrication and/or Total Bull***t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248749737165584650-808021132171979151?l=deathbyopus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/feeds/808021132171979151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248749737165584650&amp;postID=808021132171979151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/808021132171979151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/808021132171979151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/2008/08/real-stories-part-4-end-of-war.html' title='Real* Stories Part 4 - The End of the 4 Minute War'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/Sv1MvwQJzEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZK-_UH-TbqE/S220/joshsp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248749737165584650.post-7091052628650603813</id><published>2008-08-14T00:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T01:40:51.595-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real Stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Real Stories Part 3 - The Commercial^ Interruption</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WE INTERRUPT THIS CURRENT BLOG TO BRING YOU AN IMPORTANT &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MESSAGE FROM OUR SPONSORS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Has this ever happened to you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;You've just finished working a long and hard 3 hour shift at Roberto's Cheese on Stick Emporium and you forgot to buy Tick and Flee shampoo for your dog. Also, while doing the dishes, you notice your running low on dish soap. And later, as you look through your blinds at that neighbors sun bathing, your see your dog has nothing to eat. Haven't you ever wondered, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"Why can't there be one product for all these problems?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, from the makers of the Portable Fish Tank Assault Rifle and the Happy Henry's Flaming Lawn Darts, Josh CO. Industries brings you SMOCK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234018534357105970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SKL4IEAqfTI/AAAAAAAAAUA/I9VVN5WyzAg/s400/smock!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes SMOCK! Made from wild berries, Chupacabra essences, and run off from Chernobyl Farms. SMOCK! will kill fleas, feed your pets, and even help with the dishes. So quit being a pansy and try SMOCK! today!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Try SMOCK! today!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Product Not Sold and or Illegal in Alabama, Alaska, Arizona, Arkansas, California, Colorado, Connecticut, Delaware, Florida, Georgia, Hawaii, Kansas, Kentucky, Maine, Maryland, Minnesota, Mississippi, New Hampshire, New Jersey, New Mexico, New York, North Dakota, Oregon, Pennsylvania, Rhode Island, South Dakota, Tennessee, Utah, Vermont, Virginia, Washington, West Virginia, Wisconsin. Do Not Use product on eyes, face, or dishes. Pets who come into contact with product should be shot. SMOCK! is a registered trademark of Josh Co. Industries and is a Subsidiary of Crappy McPants Unlimited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248749737165584650-7091052628650603813?l=deathbyopus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/feeds/7091052628650603813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248749737165584650&amp;postID=7091052628650603813' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/7091052628650603813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/7091052628650603813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/2008/08/real-stories-part-3-commercial.html' title='Real Stories Part 3 - The Commercial^ Interruption'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/Sv1MvwQJzEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZK-_UH-TbqE/S220/joshsp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SKL4IEAqfTI/AAAAAAAAAUA/I9VVN5WyzAg/s72-c/smock!.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248749737165584650.post-737467980147646677</id><published>2008-08-13T06:18:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T01:41:00.205-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real Stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Real* Stories Part 2 - The Painted Popsicle Wars</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE STORY YOU ARE ABOUT TO READ IS REAL*. ONLY THE NAMES HAVE BEEN CHANGED TO PROTECT THE GUILTY, THE CHILDREN, AND THE BAKERS MAN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when our great War started, as if it was yesterday. It was a sunny Friday around noon.........actually I think it was a cloudy Tuesday after dinner time. Now that I think about it, it was a rainy Thursday before Full House came on. Either way, that day shall live in infamy in the streets of South East Chicago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We had just finished watching Full House and were debating who would win in a cage fight, Jesse, Joey, or Danny. Just as we added the tag team of the Olsen Twins, we ran into the Popsicle Express. Their leader, Big Jake Heights, was a midget and lawyer from Long Island. Then there was his gal and next in command, Shorty "Red" McLegs. She was a former WBA All-Star and hand model. The rest of the gang consisted Brian "Big O" Nasty, a former underwear inspector, and Pat O'Cake, the bakers man and 1999 Beat Boxing Champ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When we ran into them, things got real quiet. Like the kind quiet when someone farts in church or when a clown dies. We had hoped to just pass them and that be it as the last rumble we had resulted in a lot of hurt feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It all started when Dan said "Hey" to Big Jack. That sent him into a tiny rage and he started to kick Dan in the shin over and over again. Kelly immediately came to his aid and punted Jake into an all Lesbian Pizzeria and Bait Shop. Brad went after Brian as he had always hated underwear inspectors. I went after Mr. O'Cake, as we had heat from him stealing my Beat Boxing crown in '99. And when I saw Lauren pull out the taffy, I knew this rumble was on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And then......................things got weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Stay tuned for Real* Stories Part 3 - War and Taffy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Complete Fabrication and/or Total Bull***t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248749737165584650-737467980147646677?l=deathbyopus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/feeds/737467980147646677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248749737165584650&amp;postID=737467980147646677' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/737467980147646677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/737467980147646677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/2008/08/real-stories-part-2-painted-popsicle.html' title='Real* Stories Part 2 - The Painted Popsicle Wars'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/Sv1MvwQJzEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZK-_UH-TbqE/S220/joshsp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248749737165584650.post-4677344824187729340</id><published>2008-08-12T05:34:00.029-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T01:41:10.260-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real Stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Real* Stories Part 1 - The Introductions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;THE STORY YOU ARE ABOUT TO READ IS REAL*. ONLY THE NAMES HAVE BEEN CHANGED TO PROTECT THE GUILTY, THE CHILDREN, AND THE DONKEY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The year was 2003 and my friends had just recruited me into there gang, The Finger Painters. True, we weren't well respected or feared, but we were a huge hit with the "special" kids, my mom, and Wilbur the town donkey. We would spend our days harassing stop lights, threatening the locals with paper cuts, and throwing stale food at the drunken Amish. At night we would watch Pretender and tell ghost stories over a flaming tire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The leader was Dan "the Fred" Savage. He had been raised in Europe, IL and had a penchant for skipping when running. At an early age he fell in love with the mother from the Wonder Years. Years later, when she rejected his affection, he began a downward spiral into crime, tom foolery, and knitting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Next in command, was the love of his life, Kelly "Snake Eyes" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hasselhoff&lt;/span&gt;. She had been a dancer in the Ballet before being smitten by Dan. And once the rash cleared up, it was all love and clean sailing. She was The Jokers Harley Quinn, The Bonnie to his Clyde, and the Nancy to his Ronald Reagan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Our weapons expert was Brad "I Hate Gravy" Sanchez. At the age of 14 he had lost his virginity to a three bean casserole....and was never the same. He loved The Lord of the Dance, the feel of wet chocolate, and had vowed to one day kill Captain Kangaroo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Our eye candy and muscle, was Lauren "Skittles Rule" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Goldstein&lt;/span&gt;. She had dropped out of high school after an incident with the principal, an oven ready chicken, and a mixed tape of Ace of Base. The video was confiscated but can still be seen on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;YouTube&lt;/span&gt;, just search for Disappearing Chicken, Surprised Man, She Did Not Just Do That.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I was the brains, Josh "I'll Take a Pint" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;McDomination&lt;/span&gt;. I was in the gang because I was a rebel, a hell raiser, and because the fuzz had taken my library card. Curse you pigs as I will never know what became of Dick and Jane and their infernal red ball!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;However all was not well, as we were at war with our rival gang, The Popsicle Express. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But that is a story for another blog, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Real* Stories Part 2 - The Painted Popsicle Wars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;*Complete Fabrication and/or Total Bull***t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248749737165584650-4677344824187729340?l=deathbyopus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/feeds/4677344824187729340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248749737165584650&amp;postID=4677344824187729340' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/4677344824187729340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/4677344824187729340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/2008/08/real-stories-from-different-time.html' title='Real* Stories Part 1 - The Introductions'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/Sv1MvwQJzEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZK-_UH-TbqE/S220/joshsp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248749737165584650.post-2658763747216761324</id><published>2008-08-11T08:54:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T09:06:41.556-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Eyes Closed, Mind Awake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;"The greatest things in life are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;neither &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;seen nor heard, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;they &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;are experienced."  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Josh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Leadbetter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Close your eyes and open your mind to some mind blowing music.  Music is the key to unlocking that which is locked.  It is the air the gives our soul breath.  It is the heartbeat of all life. Enjoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rLnZ5jcsRpc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rLnZ5jcsRpc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And to think this is from a video game :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248749737165584650-2658763747216761324?l=deathbyopus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/feeds/2658763747216761324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248749737165584650&amp;postID=2658763747216761324' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/2658763747216761324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/2658763747216761324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/2008/08/eyes-closed-mind-awake.html' title='Eyes Closed, Mind Awake'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/Sv1MvwQJzEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZK-_UH-TbqE/S220/joshsp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248749737165584650.post-884612276357710392</id><published>2008-08-11T00:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T00:08:16.948-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Town Monday'/><title type='text'>My Town Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Travis, over &lt;a href="http://traviserwin.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;at his blog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, does this cool blog called My Town Monday. It's pretty much a way to tell your fellow bloggers cool and informative things about yourself and your hometown. I gonna use his meme template to tell you about my town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;HOMETOWN (past, present, or future - your choice): Present - Columbia, IL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;POPULATION: 9,818 (2007 Numbers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;YOU SHOULD THINK OF MY TOWN WHEN.... : you think I wanna hear a bitching marching band and watch some cool high school sports!! WE ROCK!.....sadly that's about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;YOU SHOULD CUSS MY TOWN WHEN.... : when you pay the sky high prices on houses and apartments. Columbia is 15 minutes from everything it seems, is in a nice area, and the evil Columbia is very, very aware of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;ONE MUST SEE IF YOU VISIT: Any of our fine chains of restaurants. We have a McDonald's, Taco Bell, Subway, Quizno's, Pizza Hut, Dairy Queen, Thai, Chinese, and a buffet! Other than that, your less than 15 minutes from St. Louis. That's where the fun is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;ONE PLACE YOU SHOULD AVOID: Remember Subway I mentioned before, stay away from there. Last time I ate there, was sick as a dog and my friend got Bubonic Plague.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;FAMOUS RESIDENT: There was this Mexican dude who shot and killed his boss a few years ago. Sadly, that about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;RENOWNED ATHLETE: TJ Mathews, Pro Baseball Player. Played with the Cardinals, Astro's, and A's. Was one of the players traded for Mark McGwire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;WITHOUT MY TOWN, THE WORLD WOULD NOT HAVE: actually, we haven't given jack shit to the world. However we do have some of the hottest ladies in the area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I LIKE MY TOWN BECAUSE: I have lived here longer than any other place. When I was younger we moved around alot. Before I moved here in 1992, I had lived in Georgia, Tennessee, Florida, and a few different places in those states. Its nice to have a place to call home for longer than a year or two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I MIGHT LEAVE ONE DAY BECAUSE: Even though I have good friends here, I still don't have that which I long for the most, love. I want to find a special someone and I don't think I'm gonna find her in this area. Plus, I think it's time to move to a new area. I've been here for 16 years, I think it's time for a change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248749737165584650-884612276357710392?l=deathbyopus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/feeds/884612276357710392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248749737165584650&amp;postID=884612276357710392' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/884612276357710392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/884612276357710392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-town-monday.html' title='My Town Monday'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/Sv1MvwQJzEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZK-_UH-TbqE/S220/joshsp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248749737165584650.post-1952616749824212283</id><published>2008-08-10T00:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T01:09:17.102-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Thoughts Remembered</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thoughts once lost at sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;in waters of pure madness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sailing throughout the years,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;in a vessel made of sadness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But after three years adrift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;some memories made it home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They had hit a land of light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;where they'd be free to roam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Happy thoughts from long ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and those since lost in time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;have risen from the mental ashes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to thrive in a bright new mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some of them are beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;while others shrouded black,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But no matter what they seem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm grateful that their back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This last week has really been a tough yet exciting one. Some memories that had been lost for years are slowing reappearing. Some funny, some sad, but overall they are in a bright nature. Having these memories trickle in has been a mixed blessing. While it is nice to have these lost images back, for me at least, these images bring alot of pain. All the pain and emotion I had when I lived these emotions for the first time, I'm experiencing all over again as if for first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was chatting with my friend L about all this a few days ago. I can say, truthfully as a man, I was crying my eyes out the whole time. And if you think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;that's girly &lt;/span&gt;or unmanly, I'll kick your ass :). But, overall I'm glad these guys are back. I had truly forgotten those great and not so great times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Remember, memories are like family. Whether you love em or hate em, enjoy them while you have them. Love ya guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248749737165584650-1952616749824212283?l=deathbyopus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/feeds/1952616749824212283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248749737165584650&amp;postID=1952616749824212283' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/1952616749824212283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/1952616749824212283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/2008/08/thoughts-remembered.html' title='Thoughts Remembered'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/Sv1MvwQJzEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZK-_UH-TbqE/S220/joshsp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248749737165584650.post-9076966021618974889</id><published>2008-08-09T05:54:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T01:26:33.952-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Laughs All Around</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Haven't you ever heard of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;the healing power of laughter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;- The Joker (Batman)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, like I said before, I went and saw Lewis Black last night at the Fox. The show was out of this world funny. The opening act was funny as hell and Lewis did not disappoint. I laughed so freaking hard and can truly say that overall the night was the best I had had it quite some time. And like clockwork, I had a huge man sitting in front of me. Thankfully, I was able to peer around his huge head and see the show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After the showed I learned that &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jimgaffigan.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gaffigan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, another really funny comedian, will be there September 27. Looks like I'll get to go back to the Fox sooner than expected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232472301717354450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SJ151eju99I/AAAAAAAAASU/FJ8evoWQbDk/s400/convos-gaffigan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Also, Sweeney Todd is gonna be at the Fox. Now that should be fun. Gonna have some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;serious&lt;/span&gt; theater overload, freaking awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232475496175458530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SJ18va15WOI/AAAAAAAAASc/Hi3UjNTi8f8/s400/st.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hope everyone had a great week and that the weekend is fun and care free. Love ya guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248749737165584650-9076966021618974889?l=deathbyopus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/feeds/9076966021618974889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248749737165584650&amp;postID=9076966021618974889' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/9076966021618974889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/9076966021618974889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/2008/08/laughs-all-around.html' title='Laughs All Around'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/Sv1MvwQJzEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZK-_UH-TbqE/S220/joshsp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SJ151eju99I/AAAAAAAAASU/FJ8evoWQbDk/s72-c/convos-gaffigan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248749737165584650.post-4586993607914525907</id><published>2008-08-08T09:03:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T01:26:52.190-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>To The Theater</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;"The novel is more of a whisper, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;whereas the stage is a shout. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;- Robert Holman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If there is one thing that truly brings a smile to my face, it is the theater. Some of my favorite memories involve my family, loved ones, and friends at the theater. I'm used to seeing the classics, Phantom, The Producers, Sunset Blvd., and such. Only as of late I have I been there to see comedians. Tonight I'm heading there to see funny man Lewis Black. Man is this dude funny. Hope that everyone has a great day and that the weekend is fun and work free. Love ya guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lewisblack.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232149169615536754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SJxT8trKAnI/AAAAAAAAASM/p06ViwgPaKQ/s400/lewis_black_m3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248749737165584650-4586993607914525907?l=deathbyopus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/feeds/4586993607914525907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248749737165584650&amp;postID=4586993607914525907' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/4586993607914525907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/4586993607914525907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/2008/08/to-theater.html' title='To The Theater'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/Sv1MvwQJzEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZK-_UH-TbqE/S220/joshsp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SJxT8trKAnI/AAAAAAAAASM/p06ViwgPaKQ/s72-c/lewis_black_m3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248749737165584650.post-4402135684115373593</id><published>2008-08-08T00:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T01:27:14.511-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loss'/><title type='text'>Hurt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Partial Lyrics from &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hurt by NIN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I remember everything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;what have i become?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;my sweetest friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;everyone i know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;goes away in the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;you could have it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;my empire of dirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;i will let you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;i will make you hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;i wear my crown of shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;on my liar's chair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;full of broken thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;i cannot repair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;beneath the stain of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;the feeling disappears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;you are someone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;i am still right here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;what have i become?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;my sweetest friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;everyone i know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;goes away in the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;you could have it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;my empire of dirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;i will let you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;i will make you hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;if i could start again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;a million miles away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;i would keep myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;i would find a way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As each day passes, old memories are reborn in the eyes of someone who was once blind. Some good, some bad, yet everyone is a heartache and a joy. But, these things I remember feel as though they are happening to me right now, not as they were back then. As if one is watching an emotional slide show, knows whats coming, but can't hit stop. What the hell has happened to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What have I become?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248749737165584650-4402135684115373593?l=deathbyopus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/feeds/4402135684115373593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248749737165584650&amp;postID=4402135684115373593' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/4402135684115373593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/4402135684115373593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/2008/08/hurt.html' title='Hurt'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/Sv1MvwQJzEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZK-_UH-TbqE/S220/joshsp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248749737165584650.post-3206574453554067037</id><published>2008-08-07T00:00:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T01:27:27.857-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loss'/><title type='text'>Heaven and Hell on Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Those who promise us paradise on earth&lt;br /&gt;never produced anything but a hell.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- Karl Popper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have you ever wondered if this "life" we live is the true Heaven or Hell? Imagine if you will, that our existence on this plane is just that. A combination of heaven and hell with some people living one while the rest live the other. That in the past we died and we are now here. I think this could be true just by looking at the world. Seeing people get handed everything while others get handed nothing. Watching those unworthy prosper while good people falter. Having to watch those who are not human receive a slice of Heaven while you have to stomach a piece of Hellish pie. To always see the good guy fail. Makes you wonder and if this were true, you'd have to ask yourself, what I do to deserve this? Or "how did I get so lucky?" depending on which end you are on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Remember though the key words are, if this were true. You can stack this with the Hollow Earth Society and Alien Abductions. it's just something to think about, something to keep the mind at ease. And remember, if you are in Heaven, enjoy it for you earned it. And if your in Hell, well, you too also earned it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Love ya guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;p.s. As you can see, I'm in kind of a downer mood. I was given the name of 3 doctors and guess what? 1 isn't excepting new patients till the end of September, 1 is on vacation for another 2/3 weeks, and the last one hasn't returned my call. Oh well, all one can do is wait, vent to friends, and hope for the snuggle of a good woman. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;p.s.s. Enjoy probably the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;most beautiful piece of music ever written &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GnpXB6O6RDY&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HERE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. It's joyful yet sad, alive yet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sedate&lt;/span&gt;, it is life in its purest. I got to see these guys live, best concert I have ever seen. Love you guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248749737165584650-3206574453554067037?l=deathbyopus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/feeds/3206574453554067037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248749737165584650&amp;postID=3206574453554067037' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/3206574453554067037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/3206574453554067037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/2008/08/heaven-and-hell-on-earth.html' title='Heaven and Hell on Earth'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/Sv1MvwQJzEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZK-_UH-TbqE/S220/joshsp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248749737165584650.post-3138386179052272054</id><published>2008-08-04T00:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T00:29:59.460-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mind'/><title type='text'>Sometimes the Hardest Decisions are the Best Decisions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After a very up and down, mentally frustrating month, I have decided to return to seeing a doctor and go back on medication. I had always hoped that I could rise and over come these problems. I wasn't able to in the past and broke down. I confided in a close friend and ER doctor that I needed help. He was able to make some phone calls that night and gave me the name of the best doctor in the area. I saw him a handful of times, was able to talk, and had just started on a medication regiment. Sadly, I had to stop seeing him after I was let go from my ER job. It also didn't help that he was not covered by my then health plan. These doctors are freaking expensive when they are not at the hospitals that your insurance wants. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, I made the call today to a doctor that was recommended by my assistant manager from Children's. When I interviewed with them last year, I was open about my past struggles. She had said that if I ever needed anything, just to ask. A few weeks ago, I did. I went to her and said that my mind and emotions were on a roller coaster, some days good, some not so much. I've been grateful that over the years, and presently, that my problems have never surfaced at work. This always seems to hit them out of left field. "Your such a nice guy, your always smiling and polite, I would have never guessed" is what they say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sorry to be so random and out of typical formation, my English teacher would have a fit with this entry. Anyway, of course it's a Sunday and had to leave a message. Which means I won't here back from them till Monday at the earliest. But it's a step in the right mental direction. My mind IS better than what it was. It is awake and kicking. I just don't want to return to life where darkness is all that my mind see's and thinks. I love that my mind is good, but I want it to be better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love you guys. And to my friends, sorry if I have been out of place as of late and not Josh. You guys keep me going and I am grateful that you are in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Josh Leadbetter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248749737165584650-3138386179052272054?l=deathbyopus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/feeds/3138386179052272054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248749737165584650&amp;postID=3138386179052272054' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/3138386179052272054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/3138386179052272054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/2008/08/sometimes-hardest-decisions-are-best.html' title='Sometimes the Hardest Decisions are the Best Decisions'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/Sv1MvwQJzEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZK-_UH-TbqE/S220/joshsp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248749737165584650.post-1715357607648409747</id><published>2008-08-03T08:02:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T08:22:59.141-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Faith in Humanity......Check!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;"History does nothing; it does not possess immense &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;riches, it does not fight battles. It is men, real, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;living, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;who do all this."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;- Karl Marx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday I went to a wedding reception for a friend of mine. He and he lovely bride were married in New Hampshire but wanted to have a reception for those of us not able to make. We get there and it's a true German &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt;. The food, the look....you name it...it was there. Soon the bride and groom get there and guess what, he's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wearing Lederhosen&lt;/span&gt; and she's in a German dress. I can't remember the last time I recall smiling and laughing so much at a wedding reception. Most are boring, dull, and you end up overheated. Not this one, it was fun, love was in the air, and they even had fans set up to keep us cool....these people were awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But one thing really stuck out, it was the love these two people had for each other and life. It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;evident&lt;/span&gt; in everything they did, said, and showed. And this struck a cord with me as for a while I had lost my faith in my fellow man, love, and humanity. It seems when everyday all you hear of is war, death, and divorce, something like this can truly put your faith back in humanity and love. I wish them the best and hope their love can be one of the beacons of light to bring humanity back from the darkness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Love ya guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230279980216392578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SJWv7kiim4I/AAAAAAAAAQk/uvyfxdqlkfc/s400/p7172055_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248749737165584650-1715357607648409747?l=deathbyopus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/feeds/1715357607648409747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248749737165584650&amp;postID=1715357607648409747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/1715357607648409747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/1715357607648409747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/2008/08/faith-in-humanitycheck.html' title='Faith in Humanity......Check!'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/Sv1MvwQJzEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZK-_UH-TbqE/S220/joshsp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SJWv7kiim4I/AAAAAAAAAQk/uvyfxdqlkfc/s72-c/p7172055_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248749737165584650.post-4371918225292097436</id><published>2008-08-03T05:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T01:27:45.996-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>And Now For Something Completely Different</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Music is good!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- Josh Leadbetter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8VgLKXD-BoY&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v4Wy7gRGgeA&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&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/7248749737165584650-4371918225292097436?l=deathbyopus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/feeds/4371918225292097436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248749737165584650&amp;postID=4371918225292097436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/4371918225292097436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/4371918225292097436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-now-for-something-completely.html' title='And Now For Something Completely Different'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/Sv1MvwQJzEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZK-_UH-TbqE/S220/joshsp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248749737165584650.post-1998021228188620393</id><published>2008-08-02T09:41:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T01:28:11.437-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Care to Dance?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;“Those who danced were thought to be quite &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;insane by those who could not hear the music.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;- Angela Monet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ever been in the mood to just dance? And no, I'm not talking about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;YMCA'ing&lt;/span&gt;, Electric Sliding, or doing that Duck Dance. I'm talking about the classic art of slow dancing. It's weird to think that of all the little things I miss most, I miss slow dancing a great deal. I remember doing that in the ER when we were not busy out the blue. The music is in your mind and the fun is out of this world. Can't wait to do that again someday, and maybe to this song. &lt;center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rbTozgoj9OQ&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Love you guys :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248749737165584650-1998021228188620393?l=deathbyopus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/feeds/1998021228188620393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248749737165584650&amp;postID=1998021228188620393' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/1998021228188620393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/1998021228188620393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/2008/08/care-to-tango.html' title='Care to Dance?'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/Sv1MvwQJzEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZK-_UH-TbqE/S220/joshsp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248749737165584650.post-2249004835935458336</id><published>2008-08-01T02:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T03:21:53.533-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>If I Were at Home, This Might Be Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Katharine Hepburn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ever have something happen to you at work and you thought "this sucks, but if I were anywhere else it would be fun"? I thought about this after an incident here at work. After this happened, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just laughed and said, "If I was at home, this might be fun." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It's amazing that something as simple as location can make something enjoyable or a pain in the ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Like.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Restraining People:&lt;/strong&gt; Not Fun at Work(I work at a hospital); Could be Fun at Home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talking On the Phone All Day:&lt;/strong&gt; Fun at Work (It's free); Not Fun at Home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Using the Restroom with the Door Open:&lt;/strong&gt; Fun at Home; Awkward at Work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Breaking Wind":&lt;/strong&gt; Fun at Home; Funnier than Hell at Work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drinking with Your Friends:&lt;/strong&gt; Fun at Home; A Lawsuit at Work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Holding Babies for Hours and Hours: &lt;/strong&gt;Fun at Work; Gets You on The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;List&lt;/span&gt; at Home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leaving When You Feel Like It:&lt;/strong&gt; Fun at Home, Fun ONCE at work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sex:&lt;/strong&gt; Fun at Home, Has the Potential for GREATNESS at work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flirting with Those Around You:&lt;/strong&gt; Fun at Work; Creepy and Not Fun at Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Love ya guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have a great Friday and the weekend will be here soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248749737165584650-2249004835935458336?l=deathbyopus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/feeds/2249004835935458336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248749737165584650&amp;postID=2249004835935458336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/2249004835935458336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/2249004835935458336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/2008/08/if-i-were-at-home-this-might-be-fun.html' title='If I Were at Home, This Might Be Fun'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/Sv1MvwQJzEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZK-_UH-TbqE/S220/joshsp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248749737165584650.post-477254612864921482</id><published>2008-07-31T00:14:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T01:28:27.427-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Unleash Your Inner Villian</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;"The sad truth is that most evil is done by people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who never make up their minds to be good or evil."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Hannah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Arendt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Being good is in our nature, it's whats naturally expected of us. But, if you had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; the chance to be bad, would you if only for a second? Better yet, think of things in a comic book kind of way, set in a comic book world. If you could reverse roles, from that of the hero to the villain, would you? Seeing as how this is a social experiment, I'll go first. Yes. The chance to go against the flow, cause ciaos instead of order, brings a smile to my face. Of course this is all theoretical and would never happen in real life. But that being said, if you could, which villain would your style be based on? What villain would be most like you or you like them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Catwoman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Master thief, good in a fight, tight outfit, and a whip. &lt;em&gt;No, not my style.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229035273389445314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SJFD4GRdkMI/AAAAAAAAAPo/RghDvPzzZ8c/s400/catwoman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Joker&lt;/strong&gt;: Unpredictable, murderous and surprisingly cunning. &lt;em&gt;No, never a murderer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229035334561217522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SJFD7qJ8u_I/AAAAAAAAAPw/hjELbPOiJRs/s400/26178DC~The-Joker-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Riddler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Criminal strategist, employs weaponry disguised as puzzles ,skilled with engineering and technology. &lt;em&gt;Maybe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229033771504846066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SJFCgrURRPI/AAAAAAAAAPg/DAISrBl7sA0/s400/r2fb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bane&lt;/strong&gt;: Highly intelligent, Olympic - level strength, and uses the "Venom" drug to artificially increase his strength to superhuman levels. &lt;em&gt;Maybe as well&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229032973057584546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SJFByM3m7aI/AAAAAAAAAPY/spr9X8OtWdY/s400/Bane4s.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Luthor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Genius, criminal mastermind, businessman. &lt;em&gt;No, not a business type.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229038334513344322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SJFGqR2Rb0I/AAAAAAAAAP4/zoYrDSJQ-vY/s400/lex-luthor-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dr. Doom:&lt;/strong&gt; Intellect, master of the mystical arts,thirst for world domination. &lt;em&gt;Nah, world domination is so 90's.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229039903494092754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SJFIFmwbt9I/AAAAAAAAAQA/IrgQk-7m6S8/s400/440px-DrDoom_Head.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Magneto:&lt;/strong&gt; Can control of all magnetic forces, resist all but the strongest or most unexpected telepathic attacks, advanced intellect, costume is made of flexible metal bonded on the molecular level, which provides protection against projectiles, energy weapons, and concussive force. &lt;em&gt;Nah, not me either&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229056972119313570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="310" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SJFXnIVzjKI/AAAAAAAAAQY/XcfKMHpTpQc/s400/Magslee.png" width="220" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Freeze: &lt;/strong&gt;Scientist, Evil by Tragedy, theme is "cold", refrigeration suit grants him superhuman strength and durability, desire to make the rest of the world as miserable as he is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WINNER!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229040991935993858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SJFJE9hNGAI/AAAAAAAAAQI/db2Z8wq0HwY/s400/freeze2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Its nice to let the mind wander in areas that in real life it will never go. So how about you, what villain would you be? There are a ton more like &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harley_Quinn"&gt;Harley Quinn&lt;/a&gt;, the X-Men Villains, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Poison_Ivy_(comics)"&gt;Poison Ivy&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scarecrow_(comics)"&gt;Scarecrow&lt;/a&gt;, or the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mad_Hatter_(comics)"&gt;Mad Hatter&lt;/a&gt;.........have a little fun! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh, and on the ironic side, I took a &lt;a href="http://www.thesuperheroquiz.com/villain/"&gt;Which Villain am I quiz&lt;/a&gt;, and guess what, I'm Mr. Freeze there too, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Love ya guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248749737165584650-477254612864921482?l=deathbyopus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/feeds/477254612864921482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248749737165584650&amp;postID=477254612864921482' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/477254612864921482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/477254612864921482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/2008/07/unleash-your-inner-villian.html' title='Unleash Your Inner Villian'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/Sv1MvwQJzEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZK-_UH-TbqE/S220/joshsp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SJFD4GRdkMI/AAAAAAAAAPo/RghDvPzzZ8c/s72-c/catwoman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248749737165584650.post-1027010934124507040</id><published>2008-07-30T19:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T01:28:43.230-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Forgive Me Father for I Have Wow'd</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;“Rather than viewing a brief relapse back to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;inactivity as a failure, treat it as a challenge and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;try to get back on track as soon as possible.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;- Jimmy Connors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Forgive me Father for I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wow'd&lt;/span&gt;. It had been 6 months since my last encounter with the game of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Warcraft&lt;/span&gt;. I thought I was strong, and thought I would not relapse. However, two nights ago after a night of sad thoughts, I reinstalled &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;WoW&lt;/span&gt;. I did so just to see what was up in the world of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Azeroth&lt;/span&gt;. The old feelings I had had for this online game soon returned to me. I felt the rush, the felt the fun, and I felt the dwarfs. But then, my mind was aware of what I had done, I had relapsed. I gave up this game for it was addicting and I would have chosen to play online rather than spend time with my friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Father, give me the strength to not relapse again to this addictive game. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;In Matthew Broderick's name we pray, amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228836300189658722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SJCO6VV47mI/AAAAAAAAAPI/2Gzz1Iel6BE/s400/wow%2520burning%2520crusade_qjpreviewth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And to think I actually trusted &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ouSrpsAHf8"&gt;William &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Shatner&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Love ya guys :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248749737165584650-1027010934124507040?l=deathbyopus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/feeds/1027010934124507040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248749737165584650&amp;postID=1027010934124507040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/1027010934124507040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/1027010934124507040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/2008/07/forgive-me-father-for-i-have-wowd.html' title='Forgive Me Father for I Have Wow&apos;d'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/Sv1MvwQJzEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZK-_UH-TbqE/S220/joshsp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SJCO6VV47mI/AAAAAAAAAPI/2Gzz1Iel6BE/s72-c/wow%2520burning%2520crusade_qjpreviewth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248749737165584650.post-2385099051598658301</id><published>2008-07-30T00:10:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T07:56:24.286-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goals'/><title type='text'>Goals and Challenges</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"If you don't know where you are &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;going, you can never get lost."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Herb Cohen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Two of my friends, and fellow blogger's, have goals and challenges that they are working on. K, who just started her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://knitwitty.blogspot.com/2008/07/100-day-challenge.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;100 Day Challenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, is gonna do 100 days with NO TV. Wow, that takes some heavy duty marbles right there. And L, has a long list of 101 things to do and complete in the next two years. (along the right side of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://launabridgedandannotated.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;her page&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I too have goals that I'm working on and have completed over the last 18 months. Seeing as they are doing so well with theirs, I'll tell you about mine. Some are real, some are silly, can you tell which ones. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;12 Months without Being Attacked by a Bear - &lt;strong&gt;DONE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;See a Movie Ever Week for 2 Months - &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOON&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Go 15 Minutes Without Singing a Song by Brian Adams - &lt;strong&gt;DONE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1 Hour of "Naughty Free" Thoughts - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAIL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Read a Book OTHER than a Graphic Novel - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAIL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Join the John Stamos Fan Club - &lt;strong&gt;DONE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Get the Olsen Twins to Drop the Order of Protection - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;DONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Out Drink a Scotsman - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FAIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Out Drink a Redhead - &lt;strong&gt;DONE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Teach a Drunken Redhead to Walk - &lt;strong&gt;DONE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have a Drunken Redhead Throw Up in my Truck - &lt;strong&gt;DONE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Beat a One Legged Midget at a Limbo Contest - &lt;strong&gt;DONE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sleep When I Wanna Sleep- &lt;strong&gt;DONE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Go 24 Hours without Saying a Movie Quote - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EPIC FAIL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Teach the Blind Sign Language - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FAIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Watch a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IIlKiRPSNGA"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Monty Python Skit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Once a Day - &lt;strong&gt;DONE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Listen to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2A2Jt4WOxN8"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This Song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; without Almost Losing It - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FAIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Open for Carrot Top - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FAIL, THANKFULLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Punch Criss Angel in the Nuts - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;SOON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Not Be Ashamed to do the Macarena - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EPIC FAIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Liberate Canada from the French - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;SOON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;End My Blogs with Love - &lt;strong&gt;DONE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Love ya guys :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248749737165584650-2385099051598658301?l=deathbyopus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/feeds/2385099051598658301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248749737165584650&amp;postID=2385099051598658301' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/2385099051598658301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/2385099051598658301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/2008/07/goals-and-challenges.html' title='Goals and Challenges'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/Sv1MvwQJzEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZK-_UH-TbqE/S220/joshsp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248749737165584650.post-6017857029164204929</id><published>2008-07-29T04:50:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T01:41:59.170-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>The Great Sleep Debate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Life is too short to sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;on low thread-count sheets."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- Leah Stussy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moderator&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;Thank you all for joining us and once again welcome to the 2008 Great Sleep Debate. Let me first introduce to you our debaters, first we have Mr. Good Sleep and his brother and rival, Sir. Freaking Awesome Sleep. Mr. Good Sleep, you have the floor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Good Sleep: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ladies and gentlemen, first let me say thank you for being here tonight as we debate the subject of sleep. Since the dawn of time we have slept good and shall continue to sleep good. This fact is...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sir Freaking Awesome Sleep:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Who wants to do jelly shots, my treat!?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moderator:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; I'm in, lets go! Debates over, Sir Freaking Awesome wins. Good night.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Good Sleep:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;DAMMIT!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;MORAL OF THE STORY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When it comes to sleep, freaking awesome will always be better &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and cooler that just plain good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Raise your hand if got some freaking awesome sleep. *raises hand*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hope everyones week is going well, love ya. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248749737165584650-6017857029164204929?l=deathbyopus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/feeds/6017857029164204929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248749737165584650&amp;postID=6017857029164204929' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/6017857029164204929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/6017857029164204929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/2008/07/great-sleep-debate.html' title='The Great Sleep Debate'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/Sv1MvwQJzEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZK-_UH-TbqE/S220/joshsp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248749737165584650.post-4449678303319923315</id><published>2008-07-28T11:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T01:29:01.735-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Time For Some Smiles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xpcUxwpOQ_A&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EDFgtFXfnv0&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Beeker can bring a smile to any face :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/7248749737165584650-4449678303319923315?l=deathbyopus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/feeds/4449678303319923315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248749737165584650&amp;postID=4449678303319923315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/4449678303319923315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/4449678303319923315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/2008/07/time-for-some-smiles.html' title='Time For Some Smiles'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/Sv1MvwQJzEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZK-_UH-TbqE/S220/joshsp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248749737165584650.post-8682200923327820836</id><published>2008-07-27T00:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T02:04:16.371-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Dreams May Come</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Your vision will become clear only when&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you look into your heart. Who looks outside, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;dreams. Who looks inside, awakens."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Carl Jung&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;As I was sleeping this morning, I had a &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; weird and vivid dream. I was driving in my truck on my way to work I think, as I was dressed in my usual button up shirt and khakis. I was enjoying the ride and everything was calm. It appeared to be an average day. I remember seeing a red light ahead so I slowed down and stopped. I looked out my window to the left and saw a friend of mine. I smiled and waved, she smiled and waved. I look ahead at the light, it's still red. I look back over at my friend and she's pointing a gun at my face. When I realize what is happening, s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;he fires hitting me in face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I woke up shaking with my heart pounding out my chest. Everything I saw and experienced was so real, I felt it. I couldn't go back to bed, and only got about 4 hours of sleep. What was really weird, was as I drove to work today, I was actually scared to stop at lights. I had to stop at two, and when I did my hands actually shook. As I finished the day to work I tried to think about what this dream &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;meant&lt;/span&gt;. I came to one of three conclusions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;1. She will be the death of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;2. She will set me free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;3. I should never eat Red Lobster after watching a really great movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I still don't know what to think, but with some dreams, you aren't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;meant&lt;/span&gt; to know. I am hoping this is one of those times. Love you guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248749737165584650-8682200923327820836?l=deathbyopus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/feeds/8682200923327820836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248749737165584650&amp;postID=8682200923327820836' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/8682200923327820836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/8682200923327820836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-dreams-may-come.html' title='What Dreams May Come'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/Sv1MvwQJzEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZK-_UH-TbqE/S220/joshsp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248749737165584650.post-2358289129311394382</id><published>2008-07-26T00:05:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T01:29:45.722-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>As I Walk Empty Handed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The hardest days of ones life,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;are the days spent empty handed."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- Josh Leadbetter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As I walk empty handed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;through dark and scary places,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am reminded of better times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;with kind and caring faces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They are crisp in my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and filled with joyful glee,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think of them everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;while a smile comes over me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But as I walk empty handed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;certain things are clear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Those heavenly times are lost,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and might not ever &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;reappear&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yet down this road I shall walk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and pray in as many ways,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that keeping my hand held open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;will lead to loving hand held days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248749737165584650-2358289129311394382?l=deathbyopus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/feeds/2358289129311394382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248749737165584650&amp;postID=2358289129311394382' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/2358289129311394382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/2358289129311394382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/2008/07/as-i-walk-empty-handed.html' title='As I Walk Empty Handed'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/Sv1MvwQJzEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZK-_UH-TbqE/S220/joshsp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248749737165584650.post-3119468838277591693</id><published>2008-07-25T06:49:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T01:30:19.863-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Swimming in the Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;“Anyone who says sunshine brings happiness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;has never danced in the rain”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;- Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why is swimming in a pool when it's raining so freaking relaxing and fun? Is it the beer, the people, the rain, or a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;combination&lt;/span&gt; of each? I don't know but either way fun was had at the yearly get together with friends from my old stomping ground, the ER. We were at a nurses house who provided tons of food, tons of booze, and a big pool. We kept with tradition and did shots every half hour throughout the night, ranging from Hot Apple Pie to the very tasty Horny Girl Scout. Also keeping with tradition, yours truly drank his ass off, over 15 beers and 10+ shots, and was still sober when things were said and done. There must be a gene helping me here. Must be on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Leadbetter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; side since the Center side of me has quite a few drunks in the family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I must say, overall the night was great. Even the fact that everyone there, except me, had a significant other with them, hanging on them, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;drunkenly&lt;/span&gt; smooching didn't dampen my fun in the least. Great times. So, for the party next year I have three goals; slimmer Josh, drunker Josh, and Josh with a gal of own to smooch with. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Love ya guys, hope the weekend is exciting and fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226923992837322210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SInDrZUI9eI/AAAAAAAAAN4/qLEGnxG5TQ0/s400/opus.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Totally Out the Blue &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Side Note&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; One of my favorite movies, Red Sonja, is getting a redo, as it seems &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; all Hollywood can do now-a-days. Well, today they released a teaser poster with Rose McGowan and I learned what it takes to make a great poster; Redheads, Swords, Chain male.....enough said. Need to get those last two for L. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://splashpage.mtv.com/2008/07/24/exclusive-first-look-red-sonja-poster/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226926397505561538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="417" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SInF3XZuY8I/AAAAAAAAAOA/mvZxkgZomOI/s400/072208_redsonja.jpg" width="289" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Click picture for bigger picture&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248749737165584650-3119468838277591693?l=deathbyopus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/feeds/3119468838277591693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248749737165584650&amp;postID=3119468838277591693' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/3119468838277591693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/3119468838277591693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/2008/07/swimming-in-rain.html' title='Swimming in the Rain'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/Sv1MvwQJzEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZK-_UH-TbqE/S220/joshsp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SInDrZUI9eI/AAAAAAAAAN4/qLEGnxG5TQ0/s72-c/opus.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248749737165584650.post-5267330721893551014</id><published>2008-07-24T18:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T01:30:51.020-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Gun Don't Kill People, Ferrets Do - Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;"And there he was.....a ferret, in a flack &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;jacket, holding a flamethrower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;It was then I realized, run like f$%k!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;- Josh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Leadbetter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here's a continuation of a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/2008/07/guns-dont-kill-people-ferrets-do-part-i.html"&gt;previous blog&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wrote about the more unusual ways for one to loss the battle with the Axis of Life, enjoy. Death by....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cranius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Corndogius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Death from cranial corn dog trauma. Usually seen at state fairs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;after someone insults a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;carnie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225462346262722130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SISSUXgrNlI/AAAAAAAAANo/pMtZBuCAESw/s400/serv_xray.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The Great Chicago Letdown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A slow drawn out death from years of last minute let &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;downs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only happens in baseball with one team&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225449946796131378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SISHCn5eBDI/AAAAAAAAANI/WstSBzzJ00A/s400/chicago-cubs.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inadvertent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Haseking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Death by angry hockey stick to face. Only happens near Detroit from the road &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;rage of Dominik &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hasek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225452481174388226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SISJWJMVPgI/AAAAAAAAANQ/RjdxDFF9QJ4/s400/hasek.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flack Jacket &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Flamethrowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Ferret&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225460399878104882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SISQjEqa5zI/AAAAAAAAANg/8GabgX3zM5I/s400/ferret.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enough said&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248749737165584650-5267330721893551014?l=deathbyopus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/feeds/5267330721893551014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248749737165584650&amp;postID=5267330721893551014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/5267330721893551014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/5267330721893551014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/2008/07/gun-dont-kill-people-ferrets-in-flack.html' title='Gun Don&apos;t Kill People, Ferrets Do - Part II'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/Sv1MvwQJzEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZK-_UH-TbqE/S220/joshsp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SISSUXgrNlI/AAAAAAAAANo/pMtZBuCAESw/s72-c/serv_xray.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248749737165584650.post-4934769377933189894</id><published>2008-07-24T00:41:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T01:32:08.064-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>A Conversation with Myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"One who asks a question is &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a fool for five minutes; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;one who does not ask a question &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;remains a fool forever."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Chinese Proverb&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;After doing the Lipton questions from Inside the Actors Studio, I was ready for more and to maybe have a little fun. So, after getting back from walking, I starting to mess with his original questions. Lets try something a little different shall we.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. What is your favorite memory?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Taking my then fiancee to see my dieing grandfather at the hospital. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;He was able to see her for the first and the last time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. What is your least favorite memory?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Tie: My first pediatric code in the ER, and the day I remembered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;all the stuff I lost while mentally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unavailable&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. What or who turns you into a softy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Children, children can make anyone melt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. What or who turns you into a bad mother f*^%$r?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Guys who hit girls, I will mess them up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. What is your favorite word that sounds like a cuss word?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Kumquat; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sorry but I giggle on the inside when I hear this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. What do you love?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Being loved, movies, and my family and friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. What do you hate?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Knowing that at any minute, this life could end. I don't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;want unfinished business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. What person, alive or dead, would you like to attempt "to do"?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Helen of Troy; just to see what the fuss was about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. What person, alive or dead, would you NOT &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;attempt&lt;/span&gt; "to do"?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tie: Janet Reno and Typhoid Mary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10: If Heaven exists, what is the LAST thing you want God to &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"Wow! You sure looked at A LOT of porn."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I hope you dude and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dudettes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; are having a great week. Love ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248749737165584650-4934769377933189894?l=deathbyopus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/feeds/4934769377933189894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248749737165584650&amp;postID=4934769377933189894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/4934769377933189894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/4934769377933189894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/2008/07/conversations-with-myself.html' title='A Conversation with Myself'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/Sv1MvwQJzEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZK-_UH-TbqE/S220/joshsp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248749737165584650.post-3183752321299783167</id><published>2008-07-23T00:11:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T01:32:22.926-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>A Conversation with James Lipton</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;“Watch your thoughts, for they become words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Watch your words, for they become actions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Watch your actions, for they become habits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Watch your habits, for they become character.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Watch your character, for it becomes your destiny.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;- Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. What is your favorite word?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Lovely; Its just so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. What is your least favorite word?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Can't; So negative and people seem to be quick to say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. What turns you on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Being told, I love you; Makes life worth living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. What turns you off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Abuse; I will put a hurtin on someone who hurtin someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. What is your favorite curse word?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Shite; Sounds freaking cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. What sound or noise do you love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A woman's moan ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. What sound or noise do you hate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The beeping at every job I have had. Present job, monitors alarming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. What profession other than your own would you like to attempt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Plastic Surgeon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. What profession would you not like to attempt?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Crack Whore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Nice guys have always been my favorites."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So what about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248749737165584650-3183752321299783167?l=deathbyopus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/feeds/3183752321299783167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248749737165584650&amp;postID=3183752321299783167' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/3183752321299783167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/3183752321299783167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/2008/07/conversation-with-james-lipton.html' title='A Conversation with James Lipton'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/Sv1MvwQJzEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZK-_UH-TbqE/S220/joshsp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248749737165584650.post-5386954489711587039</id><published>2008-07-22T18:32:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T01:32:34.867-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monty Python'/><title type='text'>And Now For Something Completely Different</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The BBC would like to apologize &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;for the following announcement."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TSqkdcT25ss&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;If this doesn't make you laugh, nothing will. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Love ya guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/7248749737165584650-5386954489711587039?l=deathbyopus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/feeds/5386954489711587039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248749737165584650&amp;postID=5386954489711587039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/5386954489711587039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/5386954489711587039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/2008/07/and-now-for-something-completely.html' title='And Now For Something Completely Different'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/Sv1MvwQJzEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZK-_UH-TbqE/S220/joshsp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248749737165584650.post-534091542792466330</id><published>2008-07-22T00:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T18:13:31.567-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Choices'/><title type='text'>Decisions, Decisions, Decisions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;"When one bases his life on principle, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;99 percent of his decisions are already made."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;- Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I love this quote but what's on my mind at the moment is a decision about my future. One of the hardest things we as human beings have to decide is what do I want to do? I love being a secretary but I know when I find the right gal I want to be able to support her. This last month or so, I have realized that if I want to be alone and only support myself, this job will be fine. However, I do not want to be alone and know that I must do more. This little brain has been in overdrive the last few nights kicking up ideas of what I should do. Here's the 4 choices I have come up with so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pro Wrestler&lt;/strong&gt; : While my career as a pro wrestler was short, 3 matches, I always liked being in front of a crowd. The ring, the cheers, the spandex, and the chair shots. And as the weight continues to come off, I realize it would easier for on my body. Rickey Rescue is still around, and like Chuck Norris, is just waiting to strike. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Get My Paramedic License&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; I had an EMT-B license but it has since expired. I would go back to school and get my EMT-B, then enroll in the Paramedic course and go from there. The EMT course is about 6 months but the Paramedic one is another year and half. This one seems to be the front runner of my choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be An Interpreter: &lt;/strong&gt;This one is lowest on the list as it takes the most schooling. Most Interpreters are fluent in two languages, I would learn one, probably Russian, and work on my English skills. My other choice would be sign language. There is something very beautiful about signing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An Ultimate Fighter&lt;/strong&gt; : &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, this one is far fetched, but if I do drop this weight, anything is possible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I know in the end, what I do will also be decided by those in my life. For the first time, I'm actually looking forward to it. Love ya guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UPDATE:&lt;/strong&gt; On a sadder note, a 22 year old paramedic and fire&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;fighter, Ryan Hummert,&lt;/span&gt; was shot and killed while responding to a &lt;a href="http://www.ksdk.com/news/local/story.aspx?storyid=150476&amp;amp;catid=134"&gt;call in Maple Wood&lt;/a&gt;. I did not know this man or the company he ran with. But as a medic, I have a lot of friends who are firefighters and I think the world of these people. They put their lives on the line, just like officers, simply by doing their job. And when one falls, I think a little piece of us dies with them. So, if you know a firefighter or even a paramedic, thank them for what they, for they put their lives on the line everyday just for us. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248749737165584650-534091542792466330?l=deathbyopus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/feeds/534091542792466330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248749737165584650&amp;postID=534091542792466330' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/534091542792466330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/534091542792466330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/2008/07/decisions-decisions-decisions.html' title='Decisions, Decisions, Decisions'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/Sv1MvwQJzEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZK-_UH-TbqE/S220/joshsp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248749737165584650.post-6298941080513902221</id><published>2008-07-21T00:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T00:15:43.628-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>I Wonder.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;"The great art of life is sensation, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;to feel that we exist, even in pain."&lt;br /&gt;- Lord Byron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225329844103121794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SIQZzugDi4I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1a5P0PWgEDs/s400/female-silhouette.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225330231794650034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SIQaKSw6y7I/AAAAAAAAAM4/yLO0iL41Dvc/s400/opusbeast.JPG" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225327820517770242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SIQX98DthAI/AAAAAAAAAMg/od3tjJEuS8E/s400/opusgang.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225327323955437506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SIQXhCOBn8I/AAAAAAAAAMY/uBJt_0cVOrk/s400/opusice.GIF" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225326431533456562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SIQWtFsC3LI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/fcLnB3R3b6s/s400/opusdance.GIF" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225331248249762706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SIQbFdWs85I/AAAAAAAAANA/r4K-soN3ny8/s400/1647362.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Have a great monday guys and gals, love ya.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248749737165584650-6298941080513902221?l=deathbyopus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/feeds/6298941080513902221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248749737165584650&amp;postID=6298941080513902221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/6298941080513902221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/6298941080513902221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-wonder.html' title='I Wonder.....'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/Sv1MvwQJzEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZK-_UH-TbqE/S220/joshsp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SIQZzugDi4I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1a5P0PWgEDs/s72-c/female-silhouette.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248749737165584650.post-4075118579819929427</id><published>2008-07-20T01:02:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T01:32:53.058-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Such a Good Week You Are, Yes You Are!!! Have a Bone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"My great week can beat the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;shit out of your great week!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- Josh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Leadbetter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Great weeks for me have always been few and far between. But, I can say, this is the best week I have had in a while. Work is going great, I'm getting to spend more time with friends, and the weight is still dropping off. If I can just have a few more weeks like this, everything will come together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh, and another reason for the &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224975862707414082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SILX3TCqZEI/AAAAAAAAAL4/77iUhXr3fw8/s400/joygasm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;is the new Watchmen trailer. It's taken from the greatest graphic novel of our times and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R3orQKBxiEg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here's the trailer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224973641915464994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SILV2B8mfSI/AAAAAAAAALo/dpKc2omE2rA/s400/bill1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Holy sweet mother of all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; pure with maple syrup!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dam &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; nice isn't it. Awesome song too, it's The Beginning is the End is the Beginning by the Smashing Pumpkins. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xSPFNq2KsFE"&gt;Listen Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, or you can &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://files.filefront.com/02+The+Beginning+Is+The+Egmp3/;11126410;/fileinfo.html"&gt;Download It Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I can't stop listening to this awesome song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224974017106918258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SILWL3pNu3I/AAAAAAAAALw/ZgGtwLnYGRk/s400/opus1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Love ya guys and maybe next week we can have a cage match, your week vs my week! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UPDATE&lt;/strong&gt;: Finally finished reading Watchmen......... :) happy days continue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248749737165584650-4075118579819929427?l=deathbyopus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/feeds/4075118579819929427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248749737165584650&amp;postID=4075118579819929427' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/4075118579819929427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/4075118579819929427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/2008/07/such-good-week-you-are-yes-you-are-have.html' title='Such a Good Week You Are, Yes You Are!!! Have a Bone.'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/Sv1MvwQJzEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZK-_UH-TbqE/S220/joshsp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SILX3TCqZEI/AAAAAAAAAL4/77iUhXr3fw8/s72-c/joygasm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248749737165584650.post-3859070096315077861</id><published>2008-07-19T03:47:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T01:33:09.232-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Thanks Mrs.'s B.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;“I've never let my school interfere &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;with my education.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;- Mark Twain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Total randomness again as I am in a great freaking mood. OK, think hard about this, really think hard. What stuff do you actually remember from your school days? Any stuff you "had" to know before you passed. What if anything do you still remember? Here's what I get as I put the mental rake to my over grown brain fields. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Math&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;* Isosceles has something to do with with triangles or corn chips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;* Pythagorean Theorem is not a Finnish Rock Band.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;* a(2) + b(2) = c(2) will NEVER be used by me in my lifetime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;* The teacher looked as though he needed more sleep, always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;English&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;* The first verse from The Raven by Edgar Allen Poe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Did everyone have to memorize this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;* Onomatopoeia is hard to spell without a spell checker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;* Shakespeare's words are beautiful but hard as f**k to understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;* No one is hotter than the substitute English teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Art/Band&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;* Playing Smoke on the Water on a tuba does &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; impress the ladies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;* If there was a gay teacher in school, they taught the art class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;* Art and Band were the funnest classes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;History&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;* 44 BC: Popeye said "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Et&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Tu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bluto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;* 1492 : America discovered while Native Americans looked on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;* 1776 : In writing, we told the British to kiss our ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;* 1861: The South tells the North they will not pick their own cotton.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;* 1865 : Mary Lincoln tells hubby a night at the theater won't kill him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;* 1912 : The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;RMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Titanic "attempts" to jump an iceberg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;* 1963 : Epic fail for magician JFK in his bullet catching attempt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Physical Education&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;* &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Dodgeball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is the greatest game ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;* P.E. shorts for guys are too freaking short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;* Girls however, look freaking hot in P.E. shorts....dam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;* When the teacher can't think of anything, basketball it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Health/Science&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;* On the Sex ED day about VD, the cafeteria always served hot dogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;* The sun is hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;* Mars is nothing like Total Recall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;* When the teacher said penis or vagina, everyone giggled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Study Hall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;* Best sleep I ever had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248749737165584650-3859070096315077861?l=deathbyopus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/feeds/3859070096315077861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248749737165584650&amp;postID=3859070096315077861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/3859070096315077861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/3859070096315077861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/2008/07/thanks-mrss-b.html' title='Thanks Mrs.&apos;s B.'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/Sv1MvwQJzEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZK-_UH-TbqE/S220/joshsp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248749737165584650.post-2160950016021966005</id><published>2008-07-18T02:45:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T07:45:54.439-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><title type='text'>Listen, Love, then Listen Some More</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The Irish gave the bagpipes to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Scotts&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;as a joke, but the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Scotts&lt;/span&gt; haven't &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;seen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the joke yet."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Oliver &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Herford&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In the last few months the memories of times long since forgotten have steadily began to resurface. In between love, heartache, biking while drunk, tubas, and the mysteries of the neon slinky, one thing remains constant.......music. Music is a wonderful thing as it simply goes with everything. When the memories were about everything around me crumbling, there was Somewhere Over the Rainbow by Louis Armstrong or Nothing Else Matters by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Metallica&lt;/span&gt;. When the thoughts were of loved ones and the passionate moments we shared, there was always Barry White, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;NIN&lt;/span&gt;, or Ace of Base......don't ask, it's weird. When recalling drunken frat parties, there will always be I'm an Asshole by Denis Leary. When I was ready to fight there was Down with the Sickness by Disturbed or Ace of Spades by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Motörhead&lt;/span&gt;...that didn't happen to much as I am a lover not a fighter. Music can help water down a powerful memory. It is also an amplifier that makes some memories that much better and sweeter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Music is the A/C in the car ride of life. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224333733187074914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SICP2cK0u2I/AAAAAAAAALU/mVYHLENPg1U/s400/deathtubaopus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rock on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248749737165584650-2160950016021966005?l=deathbyopus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/feeds/2160950016021966005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248749737165584650&amp;postID=2160950016021966005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/2160950016021966005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/2160950016021966005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/2008/07/let-me-guessstairway-to-heaven.html' title='Listen, Love, then Listen Some More'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/Sv1MvwQJzEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZK-_UH-TbqE/S220/joshsp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SICP2cK0u2I/AAAAAAAAALU/mVYHLENPg1U/s72-c/deathtubaopus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248749737165584650.post-1872854520349181359</id><published>2008-07-17T11:22:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T02:04:28.103-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Something From My Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I was young I thought of you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;an angel dressed in white.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And longed for days of meeting,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my angel dressed in white.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Everyday would begin with thoughts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;of my angel dressed in white.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And every night would end with dreams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;of my angel dressed in white.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then the day came when I met,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my angel dressed in white.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And the days were filled with love and hope,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;just me and my angel dressed in white.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;These were the greatest times I ever had,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;with my angel dressed in white.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And it felt as though it would last forever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;pure love, just me, and an angel dressed in white.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But soon the clouds of sadness formed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;around me and my angel dressed in white.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And soon the colors were dark and scary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and I lost my angel dressed in white.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Those days have since turned to years,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and I miss my angel in white.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And can only hope when the colors return,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;so too will my angel dressed in white.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have never been a person to put my feelings out there for anyone or everyone to see. I spent so many years keeping them to myself that it's hard for me to really get them out there. I've also never been one to write poetry or any medium like that. But, these last few days have been very trying in my emotional world. And being a guy, that makes things harder. We are supposed to strong, fearless, and never show our inner feelings. Well, today I put myself at your mercy. I do not care if you belittle me or praise me, I just simply wish to express that which I have been unable to express for so many years. I love each and everyone of you and I always will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248749737165584650-1872854520349181359?l=deathbyopus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/feeds/1872854520349181359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248749737165584650&amp;postID=1872854520349181359' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/1872854520349181359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/1872854520349181359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/2008/07/something-from-my-heart.html' title='Something From My Heart'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/Sv1MvwQJzEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZK-_UH-TbqE/S220/joshsp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248749737165584650.post-7788380216894759230</id><published>2008-07-16T00:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T01:33:39.733-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Today, I Consider Myself, The Luckeist Man, On the Face of the Earth.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"A good book should leave you... slightly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;exhausted at the end. You live several &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;lives while reading it. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;- William Styron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Up until a few months ago, I always hated reading. I've always had problems really getting into things that didn't have a lot of pictures. That was until I discovered the greatness that is Graphic Novels. I started to eat them up and really get into them. The stories and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;illustrations&lt;/span&gt; are so original and really out of this world. Before today, I had 4 graphic novels that I love and still enjoy reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/V_for_Vendetta"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;V for Vendetta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen Volumes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_League_of_Extraordinary_Gentlemen#Volume_I"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; + &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_League_of_Extraordinary_Gentlemen#Volume_II"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The League of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_League_of_Extraordinary_Gentlemen#The_Black_Dossier"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Extraordinary Gentlemen: The Black Dossier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223439931744286370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="317" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SH1i8WU1dqI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Sgy60zZVaA0/s400/novels.jpg" width="412" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen is my all time favorite. If you saw the movie, it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, but the novels are 1000 times better and I can't recommend enough. And today, at 2pm.....the new members of my graphic novel family arrived; Watchmen and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Arkham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Asylum : A Serious House on Serious Earth.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223442530746497490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SH1lToXP-dI/AAAAAAAAAJA/2upjj_WcfnM/s400/watchmen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here's the synopsis for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Watchmen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Watchmen is set in 1985, in an alternative United States where costumed adventurers are real and the country is edging closer to a nuclear war with the Soviet Union (the Doomsday Clock is at five minutes to midnight). It tells the story of a group of past and present superheroes and the events surrounding the mysterious murder of one of their own. Watchmen depicts superheroes as real people who must confront ethical and personal issues, who struggle with neuroses and failings, and who - with one notable exception - lack anything recognizable as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;super&lt;/span&gt; powers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; freaking awesome! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223445391811815842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SH1n6KqYKaI/AAAAAAAAAJI/6t7JWayWnQg/s400/batman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And here's the synopsis for &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Arkham&lt;/span&gt; Asylum: A Serious House on Serious Earth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The inmates of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Arkham&lt;/span&gt; Asylum have taken over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Gothams&lt;/span&gt; detention center for the criminally insane on April Fools Day, demanding Batman in exchange for their hostages. Accepting their demented challenge, Batman is forced to live and endure the personal hells of the Joker, Scarecrow, Poison Ivy, Two-Face and many other sworn enemies in order to save the innocents and retake the prison. During his run through this absurd gauntlet, the Dark Knights own sanity is placed in jeopardy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;You can't tell me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; not freaking sweet!!!! Just finished it and DAM, my new love is dark, demented, and in paperback form. (Why can't everything be in hardback, hardback rocks!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Hope everyone is having a great week and that the coming weekend is filled with fun. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248749737165584650-7788380216894759230?l=deathbyopus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/feeds/7788380216894759230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248749737165584650&amp;postID=7788380216894759230' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/7788380216894759230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/7788380216894759230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/2008/07/today-i-consider-myself-luckeist-man-on.html' title='Today, I Consider Myself, The Luckeist Man, On the Face of the Earth.'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/Sv1MvwQJzEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZK-_UH-TbqE/S220/joshsp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SH1i8WU1dqI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Sgy60zZVaA0/s72-c/novels.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248749737165584650.post-5263908992288343271</id><published>2008-07-15T00:24:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T01:33:54.334-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Minions R US</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"But I need tacos! I need them or I will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;explode, That happens to me sometimes!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223104422574520658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SHwxzJRTeVI/AAAAAAAAAIg/QOQqTQwCTHM/s400/gir.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have you ever wanted your own minion to do your evil bidding? And if so, who would you have? Personally, I'd have the greatest minion ever, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r258Jca9e0A&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Invader &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Zim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. He may not be the best, but he certainly would the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;funnest&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, how about you. Who would your minion be? Would it be a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://l.yimg.com/static.widgets.yahoo.com/shots/26790-shot.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;fictional person &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;or someone you know in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediabistro.com/news/original/swdyd_nancy_grace.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;real life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;P.S. I had to include this as it is really freaking funny. I know with all the mental issues I had and live with, it could have been a ton worse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.askaninja.com/node/5541"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Enjoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248749737165584650-5263908992288343271?l=deathbyopus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/feeds/5263908992288343271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248749737165584650&amp;postID=5263908992288343271' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/5263908992288343271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/5263908992288343271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/2008/07/minions-r-us.html' title='Minions R US'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/Sv1MvwQJzEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZK-_UH-TbqE/S220/joshsp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SHwxzJRTeVI/AAAAAAAAAIg/QOQqTQwCTHM/s72-c/gir.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248749737165584650.post-5510770243416789015</id><published>2008-07-14T09:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T01:34:07.129-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goals'/><title type='text'>GGGGOOOOOOAAAAAALLLLLLLLSSSSSS!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"To accomplish great things, we must not only act,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but also dream; not only plan, but also believe."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Anatole France&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's 8:20am and thankfully the rumbling in my belly is better than its been. I've just returned from walking at the park with my puppy, man it's such a nice day today. This was one of goals when I started dieting a month ago. Sadly at my heaviest I was up to 401 pounds. The only thing that saved me from looking like Fat Bastard was my height. I love the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Leadbetter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; gene as I am 6'2" and didn't look it as I was told. But, I was in the early stages of Congestive Heart Failure and my health was poor. I had/have edema to my feet/ankles, high blood pressure, and water retention around my lungs and heart. There was a time when I feared going to bed because I was not sure if I was gonna wake up. Your body can only take so much before it says, "Fuck this" and throws in the towel. So, after my mind awoke, I saw this version of myself my eyes had ignored for years. A fat very sad man. That day I said no more. I started walking at least 5/6 miles a week, I usually do more. I'm also doing Atkins. I've lost 25+ pounds since June and the weight is coming off. I have another 150 to go and it's gonna be a fun year. I can't wait to buy new cloths. I plan to frame my largest pair of pants which were a size 54.......sigh. Thankfully even now they are big on me and my belt is on its last hole. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So, something I haven't told but 2/3 people I now tell you. I am gonna lose this weight &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; walking and dieting. This is my ultimate goal this year. My mind will be that much better knowing I that I am finally a sexy beast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And I plan to reward myself when I do get to my goal weight. Something that came to my attention because of my best friend Lauren. I'm gonna get a tuxedo, because to quote her, and most gals, "They are dam sexy!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222876316825588306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SHtiVpIwklI/AAAAAAAAAGY/PP0DloPqZB4/s400/tuxedo.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And maybe a nice suit as well. I have one person to thank for that. Thank you Timothy Olyphant for kicking ass in the sweet movie Hitman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222880055143766466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SHtlvPdRGcI/AAAAAAAAAGg/SxYbAaGJeCo/s400/hitman12.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248749737165584650-5510770243416789015?l=deathbyopus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/feeds/5510770243416789015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248749737165584650&amp;postID=5510770243416789015' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/5510770243416789015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/5510770243416789015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/2008/07/ggggooooooaaaaaallllllllssssss.html' title='GGGGOOOOOOAAAAAALLLLLLLLSSSSSS!!!!'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/Sv1MvwQJzEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZK-_UH-TbqE/S220/joshsp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SHtiVpIwklI/AAAAAAAAAGY/PP0DloPqZB4/s72-c/tuxedo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248749737165584650.post-5009970777410201611</id><published>2008-07-13T21:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T08:16:59.438-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>If Only I Could Map Quest True Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Love is an irresistible desire &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to be irresistibly desired."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- Robert Frost &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am at home, reading books I have not read before. In these books are stories that tell of the truest love between two people. A love that seems to be have been destined since the dawn of time. As if the gods themselves shined the light of eternal love and happiness on these beings. I stop, and am amazed if that is truly possible. Can fate as it were, shine so bright for us in the eyes of love? I believe it does yet it doesn't. It does in the fact that it seems to happen to other people. We all know someone is swimming in the deep end of the pool of love. We are but spectators to their happiness and grateful they obtained the unobtainable. This in lies the part in which it doesn't. It always seems that others are in this light, not us. We are happy for them but would give everything to have what they have if only for a minute. The most miserable feeling in the world is to know that you had true love, and lost it. True love is like lightning, being struck once is rare, being struck twice..... is almost impossible. As I have said before, if you are with the one that lights your way in the darkest of night, never let them go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;P.S. As if in depth thoughts of love are hard enough, I'm also dealing with food poisoning. Last night two nurses and I ate some nacho cheese from our hospitals crappy cafeteria. 20 minutes later, at least for me and 1 other nurse, we visited barf city. We finished the shift in hopes all would be better. I went to work tonight and after an hour was given the green light to come back home. My stomach hurts and there isn't even anything good to watch on watch on TV. I hope this week gets better. Supposed to see an old friend on Wednesday, lets see if it happens. Oh, and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;hate&lt;/strong&gt; cafeteria food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248749737165584650-5009970777410201611?l=deathbyopus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/feeds/5009970777410201611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248749737165584650&amp;postID=5009970777410201611' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/5009970777410201611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/5009970777410201611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/2008/07/if-only-i-could-map-quest-true-love.html' title='If Only I Could Map Quest True Love'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/Sv1MvwQJzEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZK-_UH-TbqE/S220/joshsp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248749737165584650.post-7554434174393665489</id><published>2008-07-13T06:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T01:34:25.559-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opus Redone'/><title type='text'>Green is the Friendliest of the Colors</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Orange is the happiest color."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;- Frank Sinatra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When one is sitting at a desk trying to work, the strangest of questions will flow through ones mind. You try and concentrate to keep your mind on things at hand. But eventually, your wondering thoughts win the battle and you at stuck trying to make sense of them. As of this second, I'm at work, trying to get some orders done, and these are popping into my head...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"When will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogs.indiewire.com/mattdentler/archives/canada.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Canada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; be a nuclear power?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Why does FOX keep canceling all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0165564/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my favorite shows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"If colors were people, which ones would be my friends?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Why doesn't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0131620/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Steve &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Guttenberg&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;make more movies?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"If &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.teamsugar.com/files/users/1/15259/10_2007/guinness.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;love were a drink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, would it be a soda or an alcoholic beverage?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Do dogs in Mexico &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/search?gbv=2&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;safe=off&amp;amp;q=el+barko"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;bark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Spanish&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"When will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51ZPJG1PFBL.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ace of Base&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; ever be cool again?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"When will it be cool for American men to wear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2155/2263388223_c8ae3e9812_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;kilts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"What is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bestkisses.com/images/2008/04/27/princess_bride_true_love_kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;true love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh, and if you haven't seen that movie in the last link, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you are a sad, sad person!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/seanconneryisgod/opusredone071308.JPG"&gt;OPUS REDONE #6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248749737165584650-7554434174393665489?l=deathbyopus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/feeds/7554434174393665489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248749737165584650&amp;postID=7554434174393665489' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/7554434174393665489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/7554434174393665489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/2008/07/green-is-friendliest-of-colors.html' title='Green is the Friendliest of the Colors'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/Sv1MvwQJzEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZK-_UH-TbqE/S220/joshsp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248749737165584650.post-5718600390589699927</id><published>2008-07-12T02:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T01:34:38.843-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opus Redone'/><title type='text'>Gone But Not Forgotten</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SHX01BcRgSI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ghjfhlMn_jQ/s1600-h/opusredone071208.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;“Death is not the greatest loss in life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;The greatest &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;loss is what dies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;inside us while we live.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- Norman Cousins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This Opus Redone really hit home when I made it. It was a few years ago and at that time everything around me was collapsing. The walls of everything I knew and loved where crumbling. And, in a last ditch effort to try and find happiness, a was repeately told, "Your a nice guy, but no thanks." I was and still am living in a time when the Nice Guy is on the verge of extinction. So this one really hit home and got my point across. To this date, it is my favorite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/seanconneryisgod/opusredone071208.gif"&gt;OPUS REDONE #3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok, so like most people, I hate ending on a sad but true note. So here is a funny one. I think we have all had moments like this. And if not, your future is gonna be mighty fun :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/seanconneryisgod/opusredone071408.JPG"&gt;OPUS REDONE #4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248749737165584650-5718600390589699927?l=deathbyopus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/feeds/5718600390589699927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248749737165584650&amp;postID=5718600390589699927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/5718600390589699927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/5718600390589699927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/2008/07/gone-but-no-forgotten.html' title='Gone But Not Forgotten'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/Sv1MvwQJzEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZK-_UH-TbqE/S220/joshsp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248749737165584650.post-8681689700909212609</id><published>2008-07-11T05:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T01:34:54.699-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opus Redone'/><title type='text'>A Walrus Has Taken My Bucket List</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Life is rather like a tin of sardines - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;we're all of us looking for the key."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- Alan Bennett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was sitting at my desk, watching some old school movies, when my dad walked in to say hi. He's getting ready to ride his bicycle in an event and says he can scratch that off his bucket list. Last year my father was diagnosed with a very aggressive form of cancer in his bladder. After 2 surgeries, 3 rounds of treatment, and a current cycle of treatments, he's cancer free. When this first started, he drew up a bucket list after watching, of course, The Bucket List. He's slowing crossing things of in the event it returns with force. This got me thinking. If tomorrow I was told I had something that could end my life, what would I put on my own bucket list? What would I do to say, "I'm good to go." This got me thinking and the only that popped up was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Learn to Freaking Sword Fight!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;There is nothing more beautiful or classic than a sword fight. This lost art is one of the most graceful and symbolic art forms left. I actually have 2 swords (nerd) but if I could, I would learn with a Rapier. And speaking of sword fighting, light sabers are the ultimate nerd sword. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-is63goeBgc&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is the best fan made fight sequence I have ever seen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221606997997470882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SHbf5kBVRKI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/eUH2gNPpUWc/s400/rapier.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The MAN Adrian Paul&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And that was all that I could come up with. Like anyone else I would see all my family and friends and spend most of my time with them. They is the most important things. I wouldn't travel or waste money that I wouldn't be able to use. I'd spend time with those I love, and have some fun with swords. :) So how about you, what would be on your list?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh, and to keep the Opus Redone going. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/seanconneryisgod/opusredone071508.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"THE" OPUS REDONE&lt;/span&gt; #5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248749737165584650-8681689700909212609?l=deathbyopus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/feeds/8681689700909212609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248749737165584650&amp;postID=8681689700909212609' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/8681689700909212609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/8681689700909212609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/2008/07/walrus-has-taken-my-bucket-list.html' title='A Walrus Has Taken My Bucket List'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/Sv1MvwQJzEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZK-_UH-TbqE/S220/joshsp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SHbf5kBVRKI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/eUH2gNPpUWc/s72-c/rapier.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248749737165584650.post-1498388329302867880</id><published>2008-07-10T02:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T17:46:26.784-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opus Redone'/><title type='text'>Opus Redone Lives!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Do What You Love? I tried that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;once and she called the cops!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;- Josh Leadbetter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Opus_the_Penguin"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Opus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; is my favorite comic. My love for this penguin goes back to the day when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.diogo.com/blog/FarSideTarzan2.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Far Side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; was still new and printed in every paper. Years ago, when I was a member of a "classy" site devoted to Pin Ups and Tattooed girls, I started doing something called Opus Redone. I would take the comic that is written by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.berkeleybreathed.com/pages/index.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Berkeley Breathed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; remove his words, and redo them to make them funnier in a bent kind of way. Opus is his baby, I just like to take the formula and add a little Vodka every once in a while. I went through some of my old ones and they gave me the itch to to do them again. I always did, and still do, like doing these. So here you go, The first &lt;em&gt;Opus Redone&lt;/em&gt; of '08. Enjoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To truly enjoy the comic, you need to see it in its full size. Blogspot shrinks it down and its hard to read. Click the OPUS REDONE to see it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/seanconneryisgod/opusredone071008.JPG"&gt;OPUS REDONE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;UPDATE 0524 7/10/08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm having a ton of fun doing these again. I just finished 4 more, but I plan to space them out. But here's the second one for you. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/seanconneryisgod/opusredone071108.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OPUS REDONE #2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248749737165584650-1498388329302867880?l=deathbyopus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/feeds/1498388329302867880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248749737165584650&amp;postID=1498388329302867880' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/1498388329302867880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/1498388329302867880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/2008/07/opus-redone-lives.html' title='Opus Redone Lives!'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/Sv1MvwQJzEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZK-_UH-TbqE/S220/joshsp.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248749737165584650.post-5297844137677991652</id><published>2008-07-09T17:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T01:35:13.518-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Choices'/><title type='text'>Choices Choices Choices</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Choices are the hinges of destiny."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;- Pythagoras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Everyday when we wake, we are presented with a mountain of choices. We must ponder these until a final decision and or decisions is made. Throughout history, the fate of man has hinged on these very choices and their selections that followed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here are some of the more common and gripping ones with my choices and reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you have time, tell my yours :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You: Democrat or Republican&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220915526564853970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SHRrAoM4ONI/AAAAAAAAAFA/mI84rhXB6P8/s320/demrep.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Winner: Neither, 2 piles of shit, the only difference is the smell.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Legal or Illegal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220900924400346498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SHRduq5kJYI/AAAAAAAAADo/v76vu5Jyvq0/s320/leaf_poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Winner: Legal, make the government tax it and we all win. And no I don't smoke.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To Drink: Beer or Wine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220902907885712674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SHRfiH9U9SI/AAAAAAAAAD4/w12sCOzyMyA/s320/beerwine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Winner: Wine - It gets you drunker quicker&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Can Only Be One: Pirate or Ninja&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220899384925444018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SHRcVD6JV7I/AAAAAAAAADY/CIYO6UuR6e4/s320/pirateninja.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Winner: Pirate - Because I already have the hat and ARRGGG is cool!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Best Waste of Time: Warcraft or Everquest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220906096995110802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SHRibwUQj5I/AAAAAAAAAEU/9LCnlqsjKHs/s320/wore.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Winner: Warcraft - Because its fun, and you have to be a sad bastard to play it. Glad I grew out of that phase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In a Fight: Chuck Norris or Superman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220908778823039890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SHRk3253O5I/AAAAAAAAAEg/s7N6EyDCScQ/s320/chuck-norris.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Winner: Chuck Norris - Superman never had a chance, he will be missed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sexiest Outfit: School Girl or Nun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220910676001111330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SHRmmScXPSI/AAAAAAAAAEw/wtnx9JUnJX0/s320/schoolgirl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Winner: School Girl - It just is!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Best Place to Watch a Movie: Theater or Drive-In&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220918700294419426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SHRt5XQ-M-I/AAAAAAAAAFI/S9UybEmxog4/s320/movie-theater.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Winner: Drive In. 2 Movies and make out central&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Sorry for the crap load of blogs lately. I have so much shit on the brain that at times I just can't get it all down. I hope you enjoy these, I know I am :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248749737165584650-5297844137677991652?l=deathbyopus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/feeds/5297844137677991652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248749737165584650&amp;postID=5297844137677991652' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/5297844137677991652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/5297844137677991652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/2008/07/choices-choices-choices.html' title='Choices Choices Choices'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/Sv1MvwQJzEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZK-_UH-TbqE/S220/joshsp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SHRrAoM4ONI/AAAAAAAAAFA/mI84rhXB6P8/s72-c/demrep.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248749737165584650.post-5611076596130873812</id><published>2008-07-09T02:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T01:35:39.490-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Guns Don't Kill People, Ferrets Do - Part I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;"At a formal dinner party, the person &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nearest death &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;should always be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;seated closest to the bathroom."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;- George Carlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One of my hero's, comedian George Carlin, passed away a few weeks. He was 71 and died from heart failure. Death makes you think of someones life and what they have accomplished. Death, also, makes you think about how that person died. We as humans, have it our DNA that we MUST know how someone died. Has anyone ever told you that someone died, and the first thought that crossed your mind was not "so how did they die?" Heart failure, heart attacks, old age, murder, and cancer are usually the top reasons behind ones passing. But what of the unusual? You rarely hear about these as they are uncommon and most families would keep these private. So, I have compiled a list of the more unusual ways for one to lose the war on breathing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So here you go, death by...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vanilla Icing&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The loss of life due to prolonged periods of listening to Vanilla Ice. The body simple &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;shuts down and a patch of hair on the victims head turns blond.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220830863800599298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SHQeAm07AwI/AAAAAAAAACw/lJUwrLTJQdg/s320/vanilla_ice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kermitis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pigis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Constinus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Annoyus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Death by physical exhaustion from years of trying to avoid yet please a large overbearing woman. The exhaustion is so extreme it causes the skin pigment to turn green and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the man is reduced to that of a simple swamp frog.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220830294452418114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SHQdfd1vNkI/AAAAAAAAACo/5VXDxGJA6G4/s320/muppets2-large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Free Birding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Being pecked to death in a phone booth by birds. Usually happens after &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;being incited by the phrase&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;, "Can you hear me now?"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220832621535531634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SHQfm65lknI/AAAAAAAAAC4/qx3AOXGEeFY/s320/the_birds-706885.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Mining Ferret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This one is too disgusting to write down. All I can say is it involves a drunken ferret, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;a sleeping man, a kilt, and an oven ready chicken.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220835523486776498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SHQiP1grfLI/AAAAAAAAADA/m3LIPk-wdxg/s320/kiltferret.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Butter Withdrawal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Death after one substitutes the real butter in their diet with butter buds. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;I mean &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;common, butter should &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; be in a powder form!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220842511126917474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SHQomkf6cWI/AAAAAAAAADI/cF-bF_JhCrM/s320/butterbuds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Grylls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;happens&lt;/span&gt; when camping with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.badassoftheweek.com/grylls.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Grylls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. When stranded, Bear will kill you with his French Legion knife, skin you, and then gut you to make you his shelter for the night. He will then use your skin to make a small amphibious vehicle to escape and might also use your feet in the event he has to swim and needs flippers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220846768747455250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SHQseZXwIxI/AAAAAAAAADQ/RqpbcC3XHd0/s320/grylls1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TO BE CONTINUED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248749737165584650-5611076596130873812?l=deathbyopus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/feeds/5611076596130873812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248749737165584650&amp;postID=5611076596130873812' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/5611076596130873812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/5611076596130873812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/2008/07/guns-dont-kill-people-ferrets-do-part-i.html' title='Guns Don&apos;t Kill People, Ferrets Do - Part I'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/Sv1MvwQJzEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZK-_UH-TbqE/S220/joshsp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SHQeAm07AwI/AAAAAAAAACw/lJUwrLTJQdg/s72-c/vanilla_ice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248749737165584650.post-3017247346709283431</id><published>2008-07-08T19:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T02:04:54.996-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Where Does the Red Fern REALLY Grown?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Better never to have met you in my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;dream than to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;wake and reach for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;hands that are not there."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Otomo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; No &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yakamochi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As I sit at this desk and read the blog of &lt;a href="http://launabridgedandannotated.blogspot.com/2008/07/whats-love-got-to-do-with-it.html"&gt;my best friend&lt;/a&gt;, my mind is a sea of information and stories. Reminiscing of great days and love long since past. To think that already in my life time I was able to experience the avalanche that is true love makes me smile and feel warm inside. Yet, having lost love brings back memories long since buried, long since forgotten. How quickly present day joys soon become past memories of a much better time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This life we live is a true Catch 22.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We are given everything yet are we given nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you are with someone you love and care deeply about, tell them that every moment you have with them is a blessing. Love them as if the world would be ending tomorrow. Enjoy the present, for in the future you may be looking at a computer screen, and holding back the tears of the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220808343643042146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SHQJhws9MWI/AAAAAAAAACY/nJLU_od84qI/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;However, we must move on. Living in the past can be beautiful, but like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;radiation&lt;/span&gt;, prolonged exposure can cause &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;extensive&lt;/span&gt; health problems and turn your urine bright green.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248749737165584650-3017247346709283431?l=deathbyopus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/feeds/3017247346709283431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248749737165584650&amp;postID=3017247346709283431' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/3017247346709283431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/3017247346709283431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/2008/07/where-does-red-fern-really-grown.html' title='Where Does the Red Fern REALLY Grown?'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/Sv1MvwQJzEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZK-_UH-TbqE/S220/joshsp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SHQJhws9MWI/AAAAAAAAACY/nJLU_od84qI/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248749737165584650.post-6801054530702433028</id><published>2008-07-07T14:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T01:41:36.849-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Fear Is the Greatest Laxative</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"The conquest of fear lies in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;moment of its acceptance."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear is defined as an emotional response to threats and danger. We all have fears, some more than others. I key for dealing with ones fears is outlined in the simple quote above. You must accept your fears, acknowledge they're real. Only then can truly live. So, to set a good example, I will tell you my fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things Around my Neck: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ever since I was little I hated it when someone would put their hand on my neck. To this date I get very uncomfortable when someones hands are around my neck. Maybe its for the best, keeps things less kinky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220351602553835362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SHJqH7jcz2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/3S81AS5ZSmM/s320/standard-spiked-dog-collar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Spice Girls&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;2 freaking words......."Spice World"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220353140634451778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SHJrhdWcf0I/AAAAAAAAACA/kaFbyrQ_sAQ/s320/spiceworld.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rabid Man Eating Sloths:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Death is scary in and of itself. Now imagine death at the hands of the slowest creature on the planet. It would take him probably a whole year to eat you. And he'd be cute and cuddly the whole time he eat you.........that's true fear my friends. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220354866574586402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SHJtF6-o8iI/AAAAAAAAACI/UQ62RLG5_RM/s320/sloth_scared.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unconditional Love:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This my friends, in my opinion, is the greatest fear known to mankind. The thought of giving your love and affection away is mind blowing. Love is the greatest gift we as humans can give to another person or persons. When someone tells you I Love You, you truly are luckiest person in world. The feeling is incredible, words do it no justice. But, when one tries to show their love for someone else, questions will always plague them. Such as&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will they except my love? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will they love me in return? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will they drop the restraining order and give me back my clown mask?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220358298913475922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SHJwNtcADVI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ZlFQ0ySDdtc/s320/10521-thumb2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ok, the 2nd and 3rd fears are me having a little fun. But, I do have a fear of things around my neck and like most people, love scares the living daylights out of me. Maybe in the future I will shine the light on a few more of my fears. But till then, how about you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What are some of your fears?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248749737165584650-6801054530702433028?l=deathbyopus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/feeds/6801054530702433028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248749737165584650&amp;postID=6801054530702433028' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/6801054530702433028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/6801054530702433028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/2008/07/fear-is-greatest-laxative.html' title='Fear Is the Greatest Laxative'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/Sv1MvwQJzEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZK-_UH-TbqE/S220/joshsp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SHJqH7jcz2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/3S81AS5ZSmM/s72-c/standard-spiked-dog-collar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248749737165584650.post-3280174922117893558</id><published>2008-07-07T10:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T01:40:03.125-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Humor as Seen By An Orge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The most wasted day of all is that &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;on which we have not laughed." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Nicolas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chamfort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;certain&lt;/span&gt; things in life that just funny. Your friends in pain from doing something really stupid, a pet farting and startling itself, sneezing and crapping your pants. But, it is the simplest of all things that makes something funnier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Violence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyone who was seen The 3 Stooges knows what I am talking about. Moe, Larry, and Curly were comical &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;geniuses. They knew, in order to make a scene funnier, you must resort to these acts. You can't tell me they would have been the gods they are had they not poked eyes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;slapped&lt;/span&gt; heads, and used a monkey wrench on each others noses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220311267909027106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SHJFcJSvxSI/AAAAAAAAABw/Up7qSln_SL8/s320/3stooges-vi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Bring hither the skin diving suit with &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the bottom cut out, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and unleash the rampant wildebeest."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Red Dwarf but still a funny quote)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I bring this up for reason. I'm sitting here, getting ready to go to bed before I have to head into work. I'm watching classic BBC comedy as it is far s&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;uperior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to American comedy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Its called Bottom and here is synopsis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Richard "Richie" Richard and Edward "Eddie" Elizabeth Hitler (No relation) are two losers who share a flat in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hammersmith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Richie has never had sex and doesn't have a girlfriend. He doesn't accept the fact that women don't want to sleep with him. Eddie is a bald &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;alcoholic who&lt;/span&gt; has bit of a drinking problem and loves smashing everything to pieces. Both Richie and Eddie are unemployed and they spend most of time beating each other up and breaking everything .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220305984223269378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SHJAomB5UgI/AAAAAAAAABo/E8PvR_I1-rI/s320/bottom_1_396x222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eddie: My Great-Uncle Percy was in the trenches of the first world war. You know what he used to say?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Richie: What?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eddie : AAH! BLOODY HELL! GERMANS! THOUSANDS OF 'EM! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;AAAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm sorry, but you don't find quality programs like this on American TV. And if they did, odds are it would be on FOX and they would cancel it after 2 episodes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;You also can't forget The Young Ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Four &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-matched university students share a house in North London: Neil, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hippy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;; Mike, the cool person; Rick, a would-be anarchist studying sociology; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Vyvyan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, the punk medical student who is prone to extreme violence. Together with their bastard Russian landlord, the world of these "bachelor boys" is surreal and violent.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220305474470395650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SHJAK7DVvwI/AAAAAAAAABg/MsJT_no1vH0/s320/vyvyan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"This calls for a delicate blend of psychology and extreme violence. "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is true humor at its finest. Simple, violent, and dam funny :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248749737165584650-3280174922117893558?l=deathbyopus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/feeds/3280174922117893558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248749737165584650&amp;postID=3280174922117893558' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/3280174922117893558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/3280174922117893558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/2008/07/humor-as-seen-by-orge.html' title='Humor as Seen By An Orge'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/Sv1MvwQJzEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZK-_UH-TbqE/S220/joshsp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SHJFcJSvxSI/AAAAAAAAABw/Up7qSln_SL8/s72-c/3stooges-vi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248749737165584650.post-8700317577683521611</id><published>2008-07-06T18:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T01:38:18.552-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Universal Languages</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A painter paints pictures on canvas. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But musicians paint their pictures on silence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- Leopold &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Stokowski&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A universal language is a hypothetical historical or mythical language said to be spoken and understood by all or most of the world's population. Sounds beautiful doesn't it and god bless &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. To me, the greatest of the three universal languages is the language of music. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I remember being at college, in a huge theater, with a hundred other musicians. They were from all around the world and a good chunk didn't speak English. I remember thinking to myself, hows this gonna work. Then the conductor raised the baton and we started playing. Music is the language of notes. To see a group of people who are unable to communicate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; words, communicate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; another medium, that of music, is amazing. It truly to me is the greatest universal language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xkcd.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220066501219545602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SHFm02UbcgI/AAAAAAAAABI/NqGOgM6gGig/s320/keeping_time.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Still on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;favs&lt;/span&gt;, thanks L &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second language is that of mathematics. Not quite as much fun as music in my eyes, but still, universal. I remember having a Russian math teacher in college and not being able to understand a dam word he said. But I was able to follow the math and still be able to fail his class due to poor attendance. By the way&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That never happens does it? A college professor who you cant' f*&amp;amp;%king understand!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220068418537174498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SHFokc4kteI/AAAAAAAAABY/DtVZhaNtR3s/s320/numbers.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The last universal language is that of sex. Even thought almost totally physical, the language of sex is undeniable. This language is more of body words more than spoken words. You are able to tell what that person is thinking and what they want by the language of the "ready" human body. Example, guys, you know instinctively when your with a girl, and she does that think where she looks at you and starts to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nibble&lt;/span&gt; on her bottom lip........yeah you know its on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220066066648823202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SHFmbjasdaI/AAAAAAAAABA/sKih4e0nJPM/s320/lesson3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248749737165584650-8700317577683521611?l=deathbyopus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/feeds/8700317577683521611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248749737165584650&amp;postID=8700317577683521611' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/8700317577683521611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/8700317577683521611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/2008/07/universal-languages.html' title='Universal Languages'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/Sv1MvwQJzEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZK-_UH-TbqE/S220/joshsp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SHFm02UbcgI/AAAAAAAAABI/NqGOgM6gGig/s72-c/keeping_time.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248749737165584650.post-3704585991283165885</id><published>2008-07-06T06:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T01:38:34.673-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Happiness is a Giant</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Many persons have a wrong idea &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;of what constitutes true happiness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;It is not attained through self-gratification &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;but through fidelity to a worthy purpose"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Helen Keller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I remember being at work and holding a 7 week old baby. The baby had cried all day and whenever someone tried to hold her. But when I held her, she looked at me, and went to sleep. I started to laugh and realized she was happy and what little it took to accomplish that. It doesn't take to make one happy. That made me think about what it takes to truly be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Happiness is being held and cuddled by a giant!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here my out here, babies are what, great than a foot. So in comparison, you would need to held by a giant who was 30-40 feet tall to be in the epitome of happiness! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I kid, but it does make one think about the things that make one happy. For me personally, everyday above ground makes me happy. The smiles of my friends, and the drunken memories I have with them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How about you, what makes you happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219884465643032194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SHDBQ-87joI/AAAAAAAAAA4/T-sgUQMPuXM/s320/tickpat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248749737165584650-3704585991283165885?l=deathbyopus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/feeds/3704585991283165885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248749737165584650&amp;postID=3704585991283165885' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/3704585991283165885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/3704585991283165885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/2008/07/happiness-is-giant.html' title='Happiness is a Giant'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/Sv1MvwQJzEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZK-_UH-TbqE/S220/joshsp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SHDBQ-87joI/AAAAAAAAAA4/T-sgUQMPuXM/s72-c/tickpat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248749737165584650.post-1276435064192236697</id><published>2008-07-06T05:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T02:05:06.001-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loss'/><title type='text'>Cerebellum Bellums</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You don't have to control your thoughts; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you just have to stop letting them control you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Dan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Millman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was April of this year. I was at my computer when I started to get a terrible headache. I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;unbearable&lt;/span&gt;. I had to stop what I was doing and just try to relax. It only lasted for a few minutes but it felt like a few years. When it was all said and down, I felt different. A calm I had not felt in years was upon me. The darkness &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; so dark. The light that had for the last few years never shown on me, was. The feeling was intense. My mind was starting to come back to me. And then memories started to return. Losing the love of the my life, losing my future children. I broke down and started to cry. I couldn't believe what had happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;Why had this happened to me? Why was I the one to lose everything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mental illness is just that, an illness. It doesn't single out a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;particular&lt;/span&gt; person or have any commonality at its discretion. All I knew, was I was free. Maybe not forever, but for the moment. I called my lost love to tell her the news. Even though we had still remained friends during this dark time, it had not been the same. I just didn't know how to act around her. But, she stayed in my life, unaware of my demons, and for that I will always be grateful. Deep down, she kept me alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I had talked to her, I started to think about this new found freedom. How did this happen? What made that moment the moment everything got better? Like the illness, I will just never now. I think in my mind a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;civil&lt;/span&gt; war had been waged. Two sides, sanity and insanity, had been fighting since day one. Thankfully, sanity won the battle, if not the war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thus begins a new era for me, Josh is back...and changes have been in the making. I've got my sunscreen, so lets enjoy this light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So what do you say.....lets try and have some fun :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219879169615252498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SHC8cttgzBI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ftwp0YIR2dI/s320/opusback.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248749737165584650-1276435064192236697?l=deathbyopus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/feeds/1276435064192236697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248749737165584650&amp;postID=1276435064192236697' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/1276435064192236697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/1276435064192236697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/2008/07/when-it-all-got-better.html' title='Cerebellum Bellums'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/Sv1MvwQJzEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZK-_UH-TbqE/S220/joshsp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SHC8cttgzBI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ftwp0YIR2dI/s72-c/opusback.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7248749737165584650.post-1481660802215653373</id><published>2008-07-06T05:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T02:05:42.988-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loss'/><title type='text'>When It All Began</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence— whether much that is glorious— whether all that is profound— does not spring from disease of thought— from moods of mind exalted at the expense of the general &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;intellect." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Edgar Allen Poe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My name is Josh, I'm 26, and up until earlier this year, I was lost in the darkness that was once my mind. Years ago, I had it pretty good. I was in love, engaged, and had a fullfilling job as a medic in an ER. Life was grand. I had friends that cared for me and a woman who I was going to marry and one day have a family with. Then, out of nowhere, this world I loved started to crumble before my eyes. In the blink of eye, it happened. I had a total breakdown. My mind was gone and everything around me hurt me. I was not in control anymore, I was a prisoner in my own mind, while this darkness started to take over. I kept it to myself in the hopes that it would pass and life would get back to normal. I was wrong. The madness i was experiencing was out of this world. It is something I would not wish on my worst enemy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This first thing I lost was my girl. I broke up with her. In my mind I was a sinking ship, swirling around, and about to capsize. If I went down in flames I did not want her a part of it. At the time, it seemed like the best idea. I know now, looking back, it was the worst. I should have asked her to help me get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; it. But that last thing madness wants is company. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The next thing I lost was my job. The dark blanket that is madness had covered my eyes to the job I loved most. I had the greatest job. I was able to help people and make a difference in there lives. But, as time went on, I stopped caring, I stopped wanting to help others. I kept asking myself, &lt;em&gt;"How can you possibly help others, when you can help yourself." &lt;/em&gt;So, not being able to take it, I started calling in. I give my boss credit. She gave me more chances then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;most, but in the end, she let me go. I miss that ER more then ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last I started to alienate my friends. Never calling them, never seeing them. It's not that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; want to, I just knew I would have nothing to say and that the person they were seeing was not the same person they once knew. Everything I had worked so hard to get, was now gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;3 years of my life........gone. Spending my time alone with the demons of sadness, madness, death. Never once did I have a day free from the thoughts of death. Waking everyday in my own personal hell on Earth and hoping for a sweet release. It was a constant battle just stay alive. Telling myself that this hell would not be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;permanent&lt;/span&gt;. 3 years of my life, gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219879838324264482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SHC9Do2KjiI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wHH159dOEvE/s320/opussad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7248749737165584650-1481660802215653373?l=deathbyopus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/feeds/1481660802215653373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7248749737165584650&amp;postID=1481660802215653373' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/1481660802215653373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7248749737165584650/posts/default/1481660802215653373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deathbyopus.blogspot.com/2008/07/where-it-all-began.html' title='When It All Began'/><author><name>Josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/Sv1MvwQJzEI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ZK-_UH-TbqE/S220/joshsp.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9NmGXNUeay0/SHC9Do2KjiI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wHH159dOEvE/s72-c/opussad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
