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Don’t get me wrong, I like some of his songs. But as a person, Kanye is just an anti social wreck of a man. I am not sure if he has mental issues, if he didn’t get enough love as a child, or if he is just so far gone into his own little egotistical world that he cannot see how his actions harm good people.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; I think it is more like he needs God in his life. Kanye, I am praying for you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&amp;#160; This was the first VMA award for such a talented young lady, Taylor Swift. And to take away that moment from someone, it proves you less of a man. Keep your head up Taylor, you have talent, your star will shine long after people finally say they’ve had enough, and Kanye’s star burns out. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; And what’s worse, it disrupted not only Taylor’s acceptance speech, but the entire show and Michael Jackson’s tribute. Way to go Kanye, way to recognize great talent’s other than your’s (er I use the term losely for Kanye).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;What’s worse, this is not Kanye’s first episode of public inhumanity. It has happened several times before, most notably these, posted here from MTV.com.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;&lt;b&gt;»&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;Date&lt;/b&gt;: November 14, 2004          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;»&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;Event&lt;/b&gt;: The 32nd annual American Music Awards          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;»&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;The Highlight&lt;/b&gt;: West Walks When Wilson Wins &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#0000ff" size="1"&gt;Upon hearing he has lost the Best New Artist award to &amp;quot;Redneck Woman&amp;quot; Gretchen Wilson, West storms out of the AMAs in a show of protest. He later tells reporters, &amp;quot;I felt like I was definitely robbed, and I refused to give any politically correct bullsh--ass comment ... I was the best new artist this year.&amp;quot; He also brings up the idea of a massive conspiracy against him, questions the award show's voting process and promises never to return to the AMAs. A legend is born. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;&lt;b&gt;»Date&lt;/b&gt;: February 13, 2005          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;»Event&lt;/b&gt;: The 47th annual Grammy Awards          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;»The Highlight&lt;/b&gt;: Kanye Dons Angel Wings, A Heavenly Persecution Complex &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#0000ff" size="1"&gt;Following his behavior at the AMAs, West's temperament is obviously a major story line for everyone. Everyone except West, that is. Seems he feels he is being unjustly focused on in the weeks leading up to the Grammys. He makes his feelings of persecution known during his awards-show performance, which features his apparent death (damn you, haters) and subsequent resurrection (rising above it all ... complete with angel wings), all while a full gospel choir wails and thrusts its arms heavenward. Minutes later, &lt;i&gt;College Dropout&lt;/i&gt; is named Best Rap Album, at which point West gives a hyper-cocky speech that climaxes with him proclaiming, &amp;quot;A lot of people were wondering what I was going to do if I didn't win anything ... I guess we'll never know&amp;quot; (see &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/news/articles/1496909/20050213/west_kanye.jhtml"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#0000ff" size="1"&gt;&amp;quot;Kanye Steals The Show, But Ray Dominates Grammy Winners' Circle&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#0000ff" size="1"&gt;). &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;&lt;b&gt;»&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;Date&lt;/b&gt;: December 4, 2005          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;»&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;Event&lt;/b&gt;: A Kanye West Foundation/ Musicland Performance at Santa Monica High School in California          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;»&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;The Highlight&lt;/b&gt;: West Shocks And Awes Grammy Voters With Preemptive Strike &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#0000ff" size="1"&gt;A week before Grammy nominations are even &lt;i&gt;announced,&lt;/i&gt; West gives a rambling, impassioned and truly excellent interview to MTV News in which he: a) threatens to have &amp;quot;a real problem&amp;quot; if &lt;i&gt;Late Registration&lt;/i&gt; doesn't win Album of the Year (see &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/news/articles/1517545/20051206/west_kanye.jhtml"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#0000ff" size="1"&gt;&amp;quot;Kanye's At It Again: 'If I Don't Win Album Of The Year I'm Gonna Have A Problem' &amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#0000ff" size="1"&gt;); b) predicts that it won't, primarily because of comments he made about George W. Bush during a Hurricane Katrina telethon; c) rips magazines like &lt;i&gt;The Source&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Vibe&lt;/i&gt; for not bestowing &amp;quot;classic&amp;quot; status on his albums; d) justifies his behavior by repeatedly stating that he spent $600,000 of his own money producing and promotion &lt;i&gt;Registration&lt;/i&gt;; and finally, e) compares himself to Tom Cruise. The next day, &lt;i&gt;The American Journal of Psychiatry&lt;/i&gt; begins planning a special &amp;quot;Kanye West: The Best of Egotism&amp;quot; double issue. ... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff"&gt;&lt;b&gt;»&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;Date&lt;/b&gt;: November 2, 2006          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;»&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;The Event&lt;/b&gt;: The MTV Europe Music Awards          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;»&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;The Highlight&lt;/b&gt;: Kanye Storms The Stage At The EMAs, Does Wonders For U.S. Foreign Relations &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#0000ff" size="1"&gt;After his &amp;quot;Touch the Sky&amp;quot; clip loses to Justice and Simian's &amp;quot;We Are Your Friends,&amp;quot; West leaps onstage and interrupts the duo's acceptance speech, arguing that his video deserved to win because it &amp;quot;cost a million dollars and Pamela Anderson was in it.&amp;quot; Backstage, he continues his tirade, telling members of the press that &amp;quot;it's complete bullsh--. I paid a million ... it took a month to film; I stood on a mountain; I flew a helicopter over Vegas. ... I did it to be the king of all videos.&amp;quot; (He later admits to having had a &amp;quot;sippy sippy&amp;quot; or two before the outburst: see &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/news/articles/1544794/20061103/west_kanye.jhtml"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#0000ff" size="1"&gt;&amp;quot;Kanye Admits To Having Had A 'Sippy Sippy' [Or Two] Before EMA Rant.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="Microsoft YaHei"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#0000ff" size="1"&gt;) It is — to this point — his finest tirade, an outburst so succinctly jingoistic and, well, downright &lt;i&gt;American&lt;/i&gt; that it's no wonder the EMA audience booed. George W. Bush, on the other hand, probably did a sweet donut in his Camaro, played a lick of air guitar and was like, &amp;quot;F---in'-A right, Kanye.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;I say, ban Kanye from the VMA awards, ne, all Awards shows. Don’t purchase his albums, don’t go to his concerts, and maybe, just maybe, he will shut up and act civil. Although, I highly doubt it.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; I salute Beyonce, for giving Taylor the opportunity to finish her acceptance speech. Kanye, you could take lessons from Beyonce in civility. Study up, you really need it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&amp;#160; There is a lesson to learn here, friends. Fame does not always make one better. It more often than not leads to a persons own spiral of self-destruction. When the fame and fortune gets to a persons head, many people lose sight of the morals and civility they hopefully learned as a child. 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As the Summer season slowly wanes into cooler temperatures, shorter days, and less people at the beaches, in comes my favorite time of the year. Second only to the Christmas season, the beginning of football season has to be, by far, the most exciting of all for me. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; It brings back childhood memories of&amp;#160; my Dad and his friends, sitting around, drinking beer. As a child, I always wondered what those old people were doing, sitting around drinking out of those funny looking cans, watching some people on TV running around and throwing such an odd shaped playball. I wondered not only what was in those cans, but why it always seemed that after the old people had had a few of those cans to drink, they got even more into the people running around on TV, and acted even more funny.&amp;#160; What was this obsession they had with the TV every Sunday? I mean, I could understand an obsession with my new bicycle with the cards that hit the spokes to made noise as you traveled down the road. I could understand the obsession with my new Daisy BB gun that you went around the neighborhood, shooting tin cans and strutting around like John Wayne. But an obsession with TV and a bunch of guys running around like crazy? Man old people are strange.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; Now, just a &lt;em&gt;few, maybe quite a few :) &lt;/em&gt;years later, as an adult, I now understand the obsession. After learning all the terms as I aged, and fully understanding&amp;#160; this wonderful concept of football, Man I love this game!! It has to be, by far, the greatest sport in the world. Granted, I like NASCAR Racing, Basketball, and Hockey, but nothing pumps me up more than the Pre-Season heading into the Football season. NASCAR ,Hockey, and Basketball serve as substitutes for my Football addiction, after the Super Bowl and Pro Bowl are complete and I go into Football Withdrawal. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Other than football, about the only thing else he watches is Baseball. He could care less about NASCAR, hates Basketball, and never really understood Hockey. For me, I never could get into Baseball. It just seems like such a boring game to me. It is good to have on during a lazy Sunday afternoon. It helps me take a nap. :) But, I am sure, once I get a little older, I am sure I will be an old man sitting around with a funny looking can in my hand fully into watching those guys hit a small white ball with a funny looking stick. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_8qalg8irQic/SqkGhiN7s0I/AAAAAAAAAEU/-JqfblP0v5U/s1600-h/fins%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="fins" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="fins" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_8qalg8irQic/SqkGoRAOuyI/AAAAAAAAAEY/t0hxIJETyJw/fins_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="199" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; This season is going to be great I think, as I am Miami Dolphins fan. If my team can show me just a little bit more of what I saw last season, I believe we can go All…….The……..Way!!&amp;#160; Coming back after a horrid 1-15,&amp;#160; 2007 season, we rallied to an 11-5 2008 season, winning our first AFC East title since 2000.&amp;#160; Let’s go Fins, 2009 is our year!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; In closing, make sure you watch the game tonight if you are a fan. And if your not a fan, watch anyway, you may catch the fever. :) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; Man I Love This Game!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3703658223216938637-1128492473915103700?l=thelastmanonthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Another year has come and gone and I don’t feel a year older. In fact, I get better looking the more the clock ticks. Ha! Not full of myself, just self-confident. :) And no, my name isn’t Benjamin Button. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; This year was a little extraordinary. A major milestone was marked in my life this year, as it was the BIG &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;4-0&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Yes, 40 years on this earth, and not &lt;em&gt;too&lt;/em&gt; many scratches. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; It’s always been great to have a B’day date such as mine, September 4th. Usually Labor day falls right around that time, so I know I will always have a long weekend somewhere close to my birthday. Such was the case this past weekend. And what a weekend it was!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; I started out festivities by fishing on Friday, my birthday, night. Ended up fishing all night and catching some of the biggest Catfish I have ever seen. Being from the South, if you don’t get to go fishing on your birthday, well its just not a birthday. :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; The highlight of my weekend, though, was the………………&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="FangSong" color="#131056" size="6"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Angel Oak&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_8qalg8irQic/Sqf6qT5wVoI/AAAAAAAAADk/ri6XbU9QxFM/s1600-h/Picture00372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="Picture0037" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="184" alt="Picture0037" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_8qalg8irQic/Sqf6z4ZUNAI/AAAAAAAAADo/h3rS5f1uEhg/Picture0037_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;The Angel Oak stands in a wooded area along Bohicket Road of John's Island outside Charleston, South Carolina. It is such a huge and beautiful tree. Many estimates age it to be 1,500+ years old. Just imagine, a little acorn sprouted around the year 509 A.D. and has been growing big and strong ever since. You never will get the full magnitude and overwhelming awe of this tree until you bask in it’s shade and natural wonder for yourself. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_8qalg8irQic/Sqf7UInXYkI/AAAAAAAAADs/fQt2L39VNgA/s1600-h/Picture00352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="Picture0035" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="184" alt="Picture0035" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_8qalg8irQic/Sqf7dLH4dKI/AAAAAAAAADw/wJbKzOYKuMU/Picture0035_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_8qalg8irQic/Sqf7132WbcI/AAAAAAAAAD0/nEM1riDutTg/s1600-h/Picture00362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="Picture0036" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="184" alt="Picture0036" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_8qalg8irQic/Sqf78IeyheI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zdwlUB0392w/Picture0036_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&amp;#160; The Angel Oak is thought to be one of the oldest living things east of the Mississippi River. Acorns from the Angel Oak have grown to produce authentic direct-offspring trees.. Live oaks generally grow out and not up, but the Angel Oak has had plenty of time to do both, standing 65 ft high and with a canopy providing 17,000 square feet of shade. Its limbs, the size of tree trunks themselves, are so large and heavy that some of them rest on the ground (some even drop underground for a few feet and then come back up), a feature common to only the very oldest live oaks. It has survived countless hurricanes, floods, earthquakes, and human interference, so there's a good chance it will still be there waiting for you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_8qalg8irQic/Sqf8HUFHjjI/AAAAAAAAAD8/gFcKGWGX8qM/s1600-h/Picture00382.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="Picture0038" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="184" alt="Picture0038" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_8qalg8irQic/Sqf8L9HhcKI/AAAAAAAAAEA/VmURYXYQ2dY/Picture0038_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_8qalg8irQic/Sqf8i9U9RtI/AAAAAAAAAEE/tl1ckEuw_MU/s1600-h/Picture00412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="Picture0041" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="184" alt="Picture0041" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_8qalg8irQic/Sqf8slI-EZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ZDb24P76n0w/Picture0041_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&amp;#160; It was just a marvelous sight, and to amaze at just one of God’s many glorious creations. Sure, I had turned 40, but I was just an infant compared to this aged wonder of the nature. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&amp;#160; Sunday my family and I wrapped it up with Church and Sunday dinner. And a cake for my Sister and I. My sister’s Birthday is on September 1st, so we celebrate together. Kathy was born on September 1st and came home on my 8th birthday. Funny thing I always say, it was the worst birthday present I ever got. She’d kill me if she saw I posted that. :) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&amp;#160; Monday, I just relaxed around the house and grilled out. Worn down from the weekend, I was ready to get back to work. :) I had a very wonderful Labor Day/Birthday weekend, as I hope you did the same. BTW, is it Friday yet? I’m ready for another weekend. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&amp;#160; Take care and if you get a chance to visit the Angel Oak, do so. With pending development going on all around the area, we don’t know how much longer she will be with us. Have a good Wednesday. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3703658223216938637-646515717406982351?l=thelastmanonthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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With the number 9 being the number of Death and endings, does the numbers aligning on this particular day signal the end of the world? A possible catastrophic event such a huge swine flu outbreak, a worldwide earthquake, the earth being sucked into a black hole? If it does end to today, I am ready, and it’s been one heck of a ride!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_8qalg8irQic/Sqer1JppL0I/AAAAAAAAACs/kgQsEl5dkJM/s1600-h/angel2%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="angel2" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="154" alt="angel2" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_8qalg8irQic/Sqer-PDYQoI/AAAAAAAAACw/Olk8ZxcVXmU/angel2_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; But doombringers aside, I don’t see any relevance in the numbers, and feel it is just another Wednesday. I mean we got past 9am, so blah! Oh, but wait, 9pm is still to come……….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; Anyway, no one can predict the end of the world. Let’s look at another set of numbers that aligned, oh, say, a little over three years ago, and nothing happened on that date. Yes, I am talking about the infamous set of three 6’s. (I’m not going to post the full number here, as I do have an ominous feeling about that) :O&amp;#160; On June 6th of 2006, there were no mass floods, no major anomalies in the earths rotation, no significant events that the harbingers of total and massive earth destruction bring.&amp;#160; That day, just like today will, came and went with a butterfly flutter into the somber night. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; So, on the lighter side, some people are putting this day to good use…….and living life!! :) Several people, in Las Vegas, and around the world are getting married on this day. With many hotels, resorts, and casinos offering special pricing.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_8qalg8irQic/SqesWfgINEI/AAAAAAAAAC0/9-LleIyVsQg/s1600-h/Beatles%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="Beatles" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="Beatles" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_8qalg8irQic/SqesgjOU4ZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/c6oL1uPCGws/Beatles_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="243" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; Remastered&amp;#160; versions of &lt;a href="http://beatles.com"&gt;the Beatles&lt;/a&gt; catalogue will be released, and of course,&amp;#160; &lt;em&gt;The Beatles&lt;/em&gt;™: &lt;em&gt;Rock Band&lt;/em&gt;™ for XBOX 360, Playstation 3, and Wii is released. So get your John, Paul, George, and Ringo Beatlemania on.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; On the electronics side, there have been rumors of the Leica M9, and The Diablo 3 game being released today, but none confirmed as of note. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; In closing, go off to work and school and treat today as any other day. And Carpe Diem –Seize the day! 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And there….at the mouth of the cavern, hung an enormous wasp nest. Wings flapping, sending hot air into the cool cavern. Wasps twice as big as Harry himself, there ever searching eyes inhabiting anyone from ever coming into there hive. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; Smiles. No, its not a nightmare friends, and I don’t believe wasps could grow that size anyway. Well, maybe given a bit of radioactive goop, but beside the point.&amp;#160; And Harry could magic them away with a special wand anyway right?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; Today I came home to a deck full of angry wasps. And, don’t get me wrong, I feel kind of bad about this, I think I had a little bit to do with it. I strolled up the steps of my deck, glad to be home. I saw a wasp walking on the boards of the deck, and just out of instinct I guess, I stepped on it and killed it. And then, like gunpowder from an overused keg, they all came out at once. Guess they were mad because I killed there brother? sister? Wow, I ran so fast down the steps, I think I left my flip flops behind. :) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; It made me wonder, why did God have to invent wasps. And Bees, and Hornets, and Yellow Jackets, etc. etc. Well of course so Major League (and High School) teams would have a name of course. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_8qalg8irQic/SpcOBji0ppI/AAAAAAAAACc/8eSb8Gwz3g0/s1600-h/GeorgiaTechYellowJackets%5B2%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="GeorgiaTechYellowJackets" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="240" alt="GeorgiaTechYellowJackets" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_8qalg8irQic/SpccrrG9-NI/AAAAAAAAACg/G3WCjygE8-Y/GeorgiaTechYellowJackets_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; Smiles. But seriously, I think it is the natural order of things. A way to feel pain. Or maybe to teach us to learn the natural order of things. I have no idea to this point, all I know is the baking soda and vinegar is working, and I think the compress has removed the poison the wasp left behind.&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; I want to delve into a new topic tonite, and I do hope that the few can understand. Well not necessarily a few. (Still can’t spell that necessarily right, for those that have been following, I give up at this point) :) Here it is………….big bang boom………&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="7"&gt;Twitter &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; Twitter is a good tool for keeping friends and family updated, but…… you have to watch who follows you. I am kind of new to the Twitter scene, and I am already starting to see the goings on that happens. My biggest gripe…….getting followers promoting everything from a good way to make money with Twitter, all the way to, and I quote….”Want to see me naked”. Gheesh, noooooo. Just quit following me if we’re going to be introduced like that. I mean, why pay for porn when you have it right on Twitter. And I am just saying, I would never pay for porn, and would even look at it. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And if you have to promote something, why do you have to do it through Twitter? Try Google Ads, or Yahoo Business, or even ebay. Yeah, I would like to know how to make $49 an hour, but don’t use Twitter to promote it. Take out ad space, and maybe some will buy in to your “money making scheme”, but some will not. Keep Twitter clean. Just one man’s quest for a clean twitter. Mark me if I am wrong.&amp;#160; Same goes for the MySpace and Facebook annihilators. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ah well, thus ends my blog tonite, well, not as much, I have another post saved, one I thought on last nite, and will post within 10 minutes of finishing this one. I just had to rant tonite, and if I offended some, forgive, but just telling it like it is, Pow, right to the moon. Smiles. G’night all, and God bless.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3703658223216938637-4391211125151898775?l=thelastmanonthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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More Pictures, More Content, And More Funny. So lets start off with a joke…………….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_8qalg8irQic/SnQz9xs7wjI/AAAAAAAAAB0/BewxF2z-nqQ/s1600-h/Joan_Jett%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="Joan_Jett" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="124" alt="Joan_Jett" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_8qalg8irQic/SnQ0ANO4wQI/AAAAAAAAAB4/DHZlXWYpSK0/Joan_Jett_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="104" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Ooops, not that one. Its just Joan Jett. What happened to the blackhearts? If anyone is a fan of the 80’s I am sure you will recognize. She is still going strong, gotta love her. She will probably be 92 and still singing “I hate myself for loving you”. :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This one…….&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_8qalg8irQic/SnQ0H7PsbGI/AAAAAAAAAB8/R3cyKplI1ww/s1600-h/Homer2%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="Homer2" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="Homer2" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_8qalg8irQic/SnQ0MxqyqrI/AAAAAAAAACA/HbDeDudu9hs/Homer2_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; That is how I feel with my PC sometimes. :) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; And this one……. &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_8qalg8irQic/SnQ0SSDNEyI/AAAAAAAAACE/fEV3n5xpVI4/s1600-h/iphone-funny%5B2%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img title="iphone-funny" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="188" alt="iphone-funny" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_8qalg8irQic/SnQ0VbW22_I/AAAAAAAAACI/CmBND6s4fjs/iphone-funny_thumb.gif?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; and this …….. &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_8qalg8irQic/SnQ0aumNrnI/AAAAAAAAACM/QcdKVNu4dYc/s1600-h/funny-cat%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="funny-cat" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="209" alt="funny-cat" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_8qalg8irQic/SnQ0dsrsOCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Zwnz4T0tUEw/funny-cat_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;That is how I feel this morning. Too rough of a Friday night. I think I will go back into my watermelon and sleep a while. :) Anyways, I will update the blog later, more tips and tricks on the BlackBerry, more Twitter integration, man thats a big word, and more stuff on random celebrities. (Did I spell that right?) Probably not. Anyways. BBIAF (Be Back In A Few) :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3703658223216938637-8346577007916502683?l=thelastmanonthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Thanks to my new followers and hope to reach even more. Sorry about the delay, but I am learning&amp;#160; just as you.&amp;#160; Ok, topic number one on the menu today…..My upgrade to the BlackBerry without paying a cent. But, it is not all good.&amp;#160; Topic number 2, My new found band friends. And last but not least, how to keep a clown from getting bullwhipped. Ah, nevermind, :) that will be later, lets talk about VBS. If you are not sure what that means, then you need to read this of course. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; Soooo…….My new BlackBerry. It is quite a bit different than my T Mobile Dash. I am used to Windows Mobile, 6 to be exact. Although I have used some different 6.5 ROM’s and loved the functionality. However, I got 3, yes 3 defective Dash’s from T Mobile. It is not T Mobile’s fault, and I blame noone, but the first two went fine for a while, then no service, and then the last one, went fine for a couple of weeks, and then the power button stopped working. I wanted to get out of the Dash altogether, so they shipped me out a brand new BlackBerry 8220. Yes, the Pearl Flip. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; I am getting used to this monkey creation of a phone, just love what I can do with this thing. I honestly have to say, it is better than the Dash, and any phone I have ever had. Lot of CrackBerry followers will love me for that. :) Btw, when I say Monkey Creation, I can’t believe that someone human could create this, it is a mahvelous creation. I guess T Mob has it going on with the CrackBerries.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; With the newfound freedom I found with the BB, I have looked at doing more with my phone. But I think it ended up in information overload, so I settled down with a glass of iced tea in my hand and watched Lowcountry Live. It is a local station here. WCIV TV 4 here in the lowcountry.&amp;#160; Here is where i found my topic #2. Smiles.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; Saw a band on Lowcountry Live this morning, and I had to add them to my Twitter and MySpace. Guys (and Girls), you need to check them out. They will be at the Windjammer tonight, show starts at 8pm, they will be on at 9pm sharp. Check out Crowfield. Look them up on MySpace. I would give a link. … .. . well, heck with it, maybe blogger will accept this…….:)&amp;#160; &lt;a title="http://www.myspace.com/crowfieldmusic" href="http://www.myspace.com/crowfieldmusic"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/crowfieldmusic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; Smiles. And for the last entry in my Blog tonite, VBS. I know that you all know what that is. V=Vacation B=Bible S=School. I was a teacher this week. I didn’t feel comfortable at all. I am going to be a teacher when I still need someone to teach me? After my fears and weeks of worrying about it, I think I did a good job. I think I could be a good teacher. (That’s what I originally went to school for) :) But I was worried about the kids trying to be smart and mouth off to me. lol. But I knew the kids at my church wouldn’t do that, they have been raised well. Parents, you really need to read this. I think I had the best class out of them all. They said no sir and yes sir. I thought I would have&amp;#160; to whip them in shape. (Just a figure of speech), but they did very good. The important thing is the upbringing. I think family and teaching your young’uns (Smiles)&amp;#160; Is most important. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; Ok, I am going to close this blog for now, but if anyone has any questions, again, mail me or just post a reply. Take care and I’m out. Peaceeee. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3703658223216938637-3559322077868570135?l=thelastmanonthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I am new to this new found world of Blogging. But stay tuned, once I get it all figured out, I am sure it will be oh most awesome. I entered into this just to give a few thoughts on the world, and, of course, my state of the world that I live in. This is going to be a great ride my friends, and trust me, it's going to offend a few, enable a few, and strengthen a few. However it goes, I can only say, stick with me, I think I know what I am talking about. :) &lt;---there that, you are going to see quite a few of those. And of course a couple of these . . .  :(  and some of these :P of course. And I am tired of the of course, so let's move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  First, about me. I was born and raised in the wonderful :( state of South Carolina. I was supposed to be terminated. But, my Mother, God bless her, carried me to term. And I will talk more on this in future blogs.  Abortion, it's wrong, getting rid of a life, I just don't see how someone can stand as God in these matters. To all mothers out there, whether in wedlock or not, just give the child a chance. Please!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Ok, that is all I have to say on the matter for now. I welcome all feedback on all the blogs I post, and I will respond in turn. My email is &lt;a href="mailto:scdreamin3@gmail.com"&gt;scdreamin3@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;. As this blog goes on, I am sure I will receive quite a few. (i before e except after c right?) Smiles, and you are going to see a lot of that too. I am self conscious of my spelling. Just a tick I guess. So if you can understand me, as long as I am not saying baloboolagooga when I meant to say the bologna is good, bear with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I am kind of a technical freak. A nerd perhaps. I love everything that has to do with technology......computers, cell phones, televisions, automated back scratchers....oh wait, nix that. Too much to delve into there. I will be talking about my new Blackberry, and how I ditched the Dash (not a choice of mine, mind you, but T-Mob thought it best if I had a device I could abuse less I guess). My computer with the new W7, and of course, my new coffee pot. Well, home appliances are always the talk at the water cooler. Gheez, c'mon now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So enter, my friends, into the new kind of blog. Kind of like a Jerry Seinfeld kind of blog. A bunch of talk about nothing. And a whole bunch of nothing about something. It will be a different world, but I am good with different. It's how the world should be. Differences is what makes the world go around. If only everyone could be like that, this world would be a part of the Coke generation. Smiles. I am probably going to be sued for all of the commercial references on here, gotta love it. But maybe, just maybe, they will see I am out to change the world, and they will show some love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  God bless all, and I will be back with an update in a couple of hours. Or less than that, depends on how my first post goes. :) Loves ya all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3703658223216938637-1572103149332121324?l=thelastmanonthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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