<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="https://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:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341919</id><updated>2024-12-18T22:29:57.645-05:00</updated><category term='miscellaneous'/><category term='weather'/><category term='Michigan'/><category term='pain'/><category term='doctor'/><category term='video blog'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='prescriptions'/><category term='my cat'/><category term='health'/><category term='voting'/><category term='animals'/><category term='Supernatural'/><category term='tracking'/><category term='sleep'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='sports'/><category term='time change'/><category term='errands'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='driving'/><category term='coffee'/><category term='cleaning'/><category term='gripe'/><category term='murder'/><category term='phone calls'/><category term='adventure'/><category term='school'/><category term='link'/><category term='blood'/><category term='video'/><category term='car accident'/><category term='TV'/><category term='unemployment'/><category term='fuel'/><category term='volunteering'/><category term='food'/><category term='work'/><title type='text'>There and Back Again</title><subtitle type='html'>An Unemployed Michigander's (boring) tale</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktangalan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341919/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktangalan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341919/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>BloggerChick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='35' height='35' src='//www.blogger.com/img/blogger_logo_round_35.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='https://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>824</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341919.post-5124272880614991025</id><published>2009-01-01T00:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T08:29:34.534-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Supernatural'/><title type='text'>Sam's exorcisms and Dean's attempted exorcism</title><content type='html'>Click for my post on Sam's and Dean's exorcisms:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ktangalan.blogspot.com/2008/04/sams-exorcisms-in-jus-in-bello.html"&gt;Season 3: Episode 12 Jus In Bello-The exorcisms followed by Episode 14 Long Distance Call, Deans attempted exorcism&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktangalan.blogspot.com/feeds/5124272880614991025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5341919/5124272880614991025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341919/posts/default/5124272880614991025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341919/posts/default/5124272880614991025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktangalan.blogspot.com/2008/05/sams-exorcisms-and-deans-attempted.html' title='Sam&apos;s exorcisms and Dean&apos;s attempted exorcism'/><author><name>BloggerChick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='35' height='35' src='//www.blogger.com/img/blogger_logo_round_35.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341919.post-686153619916140939</id><published>2008-09-30T15:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T15:52:23.094-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='volunteering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='link'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michigan'/><title type='text'>Volunteering at the Humane Society</title><content type='html'>I have been volunteering my time at the &lt;a href="http://www.hshv.org/"&gt;Huron Valley Humane Society&lt;/a&gt;, usually helping with general clean-up. I took my camera in so I could take a picture of a cat that had lost an eye due to some kind of injury, if it was still there. It wasn't. I hope it was adopted, or maybe fostered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I helped clean the kitty cages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This particular kitten was so rambunctious she gave me a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/Other/IMG_1330.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/Other/IMG_1331.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I changed the towels and newspapers in the cage and had put her back, she proceeded to shred the papers and make a complete mess of the cage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to hold her while I changed everything because she kept climbing all over the door and trying to get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, the other people cleaning the other cages had left a door open &amp;amp; another kitten had escaped and was trying to make a break for it out the nearby door. I went chasing after it still holding the kitten I had. Fortunately, the escaped kitty was so tiny (s)he couldn't go fast enough so I scooped her up in my other hand before she got all the way out the door &amp;amp; outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the rambunctious kitty, shortly after she tore up the inside of the cage, someone else tried putting new stuff in again, but she still tore it all up. Then they tried putting her in another cage thiinking she just wanted to play. They all hissed at each other. So it was back into her cage by herself. A few hours later, the kitten had worn herself out, so I replaced everything again. Naturally, she started getting revved up again, but not to the extent as this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also took a couple pictures of a couple dogs there, too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/Other/IMG_1324.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/Other/IMG_1325.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/Other/IMG_1327.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/Other/IMG_1329.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realize I had gotten this picture until I went to upload them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/Other/IMG_1328.jpg" /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktangalan.blogspot.com/feeds/686153619916140939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5341919/686153619916140939' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341919/posts/default/686153619916140939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341919/posts/default/686153619916140939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktangalan.blogspot.com/2008/09/volunteering-at-humane-society.html' title='Volunteering at the Humane Society'/><author><name>BloggerChick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='35' height='35' src='//www.blogger.com/img/blogger_logo_round_35.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/Other/th_IMG_1330.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341919.post-8386618135731926146</id><published>2008-08-29T10:23:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T13:57:35.937-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Supernatural'/><title type='text'>A Weird Supernatural Dream</title><content type='html'>I had another &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0460681/"&gt;Supernatural&lt;/a&gt; dream last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew Sam and Dean from a previous case. They had saved my life when some nutjob was going around hacking into people's blogs and making lists of things people are scared of, then the nutjob would kill people via the things on the lists. I was a computer expert and I was next but SamnDean saved me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, in this dream, I went to investigate weird goings on in a tiny town. I forget how I came to know about it. But people were disappearing and reappearing. I called Sam on his cell phone and asked them to meet me in the town, except I only got his voice mail and left a message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking around and noticed that everyone had again disappeared. It was like a ghost town. Then I was just watching like on TV Sam &amp;amp; Dean's scenes. They were driving around looking for me, but couldn't find me. Dean wondered if Sam had gotten the name of the town wrong, or I had solved the problem and left. There were people around and they didn't see anything unusual. Sam said something wasn't quite right and while Dean wanted to leave, Sam didn't. So Dean agreed to poke around some more. Then I saw them from my me in the dream POV and walked over to them and started talking. They seemed to not see me at all. I panicked and started yelling, to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They drove off and went to the sheriff's office and talked to him. He denied that anything was wrong in the town. Said he didn't know anything about people disappearing for lengths at a time and had never seen anyone matching my description. SamnDean left the sheriff and went back to the spot where they were before. It was a big open space with a large pond and powdery light colored dirt, almost like sand but more powdery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had pretty much been following them on foot. I started yelling some more while Sam&amp;amp;Dean discussed what to do. Again Dean wanted to leave, Sam wanted to stay, had a feeling something had happened to me and the sheriff was lying. So Dean asked where they should start. They were standing near the car thinking and I was yelling and screaming. I waved my hand in front of Sam's face and yelling. Sam could kind of sense me but he wasn't sure what it was. I was scared and felt like crying. Sam&amp;amp;Dean got back into the car. I jumped on the hood, which they felt, but didn't know what it was. I breathed out on the windshield and formed condensation onto it which Sam&amp;amp;Dean saw. I saw them react. So I breathed again and started writing words onto it before it faded. First I wrote "Help". Sam called out my name asking if it was me. Suddenly I had a towel in my hand and I would wipe the windshield before the next words so it wouldn't get jumbled. The next word I wrote was yes. Sam kept asking me questions and I would try to answer. Dean&amp;amp;Sam got out of the car as I was doing this. Soon I discovered I could write in the powdery dirt and they could see it. Sam asked if I knew what happened to me. Dean thought I must be dead. I somehow knew it was a parallel world which I wrote. They asked if I knew how I got there. I did not. Then I saw the sheriff and someone else approaching me. I wrote sheriff in the dirt, Sam&amp;amp; Dean couldn't see him which meant he was in the parallel world. I wrote that I had to hide. Sam told me they would figure out how to get me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sheriff managed to grab me and drag me away. Then he knocked me unconscious. When I came to, I was handcuffed to a shower curtain rod in a bathroom. I was trying to escape when some people heard me and made me drink from a 9 oz. Old Fashioned shaped plastic cup that had clear liquid in it. Tasted like some kind of alcohol. I passed out and woke up again handcuffed to a bed. The cup with more liquor in it was on a table next to a bed. I found out it was moonshine the sheriff and the rest of the townspeople were making. They discovered that by drinking it they ended up in a parallel world that was supposed to be so much better than the real world because no one knew about it so it was quieter. Except things were getting out of control. They were addicted to the moonshine and to going to the parallel world. They hadn't counted on an outsider passing through and noticing people disappearing, nor did they realize that someone would call me. When I snooped around they thought they could get rid of me by forcing me to drink the moonshine and thought I would disappear forever. They had assumed that I was never able to make contact with Sam&amp;amp;Dean. I managed to get myself free and had decided to find where the moonshine still was. In the meantime, Sam&amp;amp;Dean were still trying to figure out how I'd gotten to the parallel world. They didn't yet know about the moonshine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went back to the sheriff's to snoop around while he was gone (looking for me) when they found the recipe for the moonshine. Sam looked at it and commented that some of the ingredients were pretty potent stuff and used by earlier Native Americans because they thought they could control their future or some such thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They found a small bottle of it &amp;amp; drank some of it and ended up in the parallel world and went looking for me. They found a house where the rest of the townspeople were gathered and went in armed and demanded to know where I was. The people lied to Sam&amp;amp;Dean and said I went to the pond to drown myself. They lied and said I was permanently stuck in the world and didn't want to live like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They rushed to the pond. but couldn't find me because I was at the warehouse where the  moonshine was being made and I planned to blow it up.  Except I thought I was going to have to blow myself up, too. Somehow Sam&amp;amp;Dean found me and Sam pleaded with me to not kill myself. He told me that he cared about me more than he would ever be able to show and that he wanted us to be friends forever because the three of us needed each other. They needed me for my computer skills, I needed them to investigate cases like this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They wired the explosives I had so that it could be planted inside the building yet we had time to get out. Then the townspeople were coming after us and Dean blew up the building when I woke up.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktangalan.blogspot.com/feeds/8386618135731926146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5341919/8386618135731926146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341919/posts/default/8386618135731926146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341919/posts/default/8386618135731926146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktangalan.blogspot.com/2008/08/weird-supernatural-dream.html' title='A Weird Supernatural Dream'/><author><name>BloggerChick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='35' height='35' src='//www.blogger.com/img/blogger_logo_round_35.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341919.post-467635307829424</id><published>2008-08-26T20:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T20:46:50.773-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Supernatural'/><title type='text'>Give Life</title><content type='html'>I gave blood today. Pulse rate 62, BP 98/60, temp 98.4. I told her she would have to "spin" my blood because it usually sinks. She told me they don't do that anymore. Now they check the iron when they check the hemoglobin. One needs a minimum "rating" of 12.5 in order to donate. Mine was 14. I don't know what that all means &amp;amp; I could probably google it, but since I "passed", well, whatever. I saved 3 lives today so that is what counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, later, I had this creepy vision of Eric Kripke making a Supernatural episode where people donate blood then, that night while they are sleeping, the vein that was used opens up and the donor bleeds to death in his or her sleep.  Because Kripke has made me afraid of so many other things, why not that too. *headdesk*. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I fell asleep this afternoon. And nothing happened. I'm still here. Mwahahahaha. You're evil, Kripke, but you won't stop making me donate blood!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktangalan.blogspot.com/feeds/467635307829424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5341919/467635307829424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341919/posts/default/467635307829424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341919/posts/default/467635307829424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktangalan.blogspot.com/2008/08/give-life.html' title='Give Life'/><author><name>BloggerChick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='35' height='35' src='//www.blogger.com/img/blogger_logo_round_35.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341919.post-1650723128743831447</id><published>2008-08-07T17:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T18:55:28.770-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='murder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michigan'/><title type='text'>Steven Grant 65 pg. interview and 28 pg juror questionaire</title><content type='html'>I realize it is rather late in the game, but &lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/?d=N5WMD3JL"&gt;here is a link&lt;/a&gt; where you can download the 65 page PDF of Steven Grant's interview&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the &lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/?d=2I3S17FR"&gt;questionaire&lt;/a&gt; the potential jurors had to fill out.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktangalan.blogspot.com/feeds/1650723128743831447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5341919/1650723128743831447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341919/posts/default/1650723128743831447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341919/posts/default/1650723128743831447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktangalan.blogspot.com/2008/08/steven-grant-65-pg-interview-and-28-pg.html' title='Steven Grant 65 pg. interview and 28 pg juror questionaire'/><author><name>BloggerChick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='35' height='35' src='//www.blogger.com/img/blogger_logo_round_35.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341919.post-5560811673514041268</id><published>2008-08-07T17:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T17:55:09.354-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michigan'/><title type='text'>Mayor Kilpatrick Jailed</title><content type='html'>So Mayor Kwame Kilpatrick is headed for the slammer for violating the terms of his bond by traveling to Canada on July 23.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The opinion is that he only announced that he'd been to Canada because the media found out about it anyway. The judge told him that during all the phone calls he had to make in order to prepare for his trip to Canada, he could have called the appropriate parties to let them know he was going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He met with the Windsor Mayor to negotiate details on the proposed $75 million sale of Detroit's share of the tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are interested, here &lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/?d=OBQKJMKV"&gt;is a link&lt;/a&gt; where you can download the 65 page PDF text messages between Kilpatrick and Beatty.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktangalan.blogspot.com/feeds/5560811673514041268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5341919/5560811673514041268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341919/posts/default/5560811673514041268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341919/posts/default/5560811673514041268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktangalan.blogspot.com/2008/08/mayor-kilpatrick-jailed.html' title='Mayor Kilpatrick Jailed'/><author><name>BloggerChick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='35' height='35' src='//www.blogger.com/img/blogger_logo_round_35.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341919.post-8671559930399644066</id><published>2008-06-15T20:24:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T07:48:21.749-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><title type='text'>Thoughts on sleep deprivation</title><content type='html'>I just went 43 hours without sleep. Why, you ask? Because I had no desire to sleep. I was not sleepy. I slept, perhaps 9 hours Friday morning, woke up at 11:00 am and was up and awake until 6:00 am this (Sunday) morning. Then, my brain was losing functionality, so to speak. Very little coherent thoughts at that point. I even had to use a calculator to figure out definitively just how long it had been since I had slept. I had to check it and re-calculate it a few times to make sure I was getting it correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night, the time just got away from me. I watched some episodes of &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/doctorwho/s4/"&gt;Dr. Who&lt;/a&gt; online. I have to say my favorite Doctor is, in fact, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0855039/"&gt;David Tennant&lt;/a&gt;. If The Show does not recast him in 2010, I have to admit I may not be a fan of the show any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I knew it, it was 4:30 Saturday morning. I thought about going to bed, but I heard outside all the birds chirping and chattering away and I decided I would probably not get much sleep. They are the same birds, or decedents thereof of the the birds I have heard for the last several years chattering away every single morning from around March or April through the summer at the crack of dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night/early this morning was essentially the same. Sometime after midnight I thought I should really go to bed, but then I remembered that the newest episode of Dr. Who, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1208128/"&gt;Midnight&lt;/a&gt;, had aired. I don't have cable or satellite TV so I can't watch it when it is on. But I did a video search and found someone had uploaded it and I watched it. It was a powerful, thought provoking episode. Well, generally they all are, but this one in particular was even more so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, for one, have rarely been much of a talker. I am perfectly content to sit in silence even in the presence of other people. I don't initiate conversations, but I will engage in them when addressed, but I generally prefer to listen to others talk, but even then I have limits. Some people just talk too freaking much. Some people talk without really saying anything. I had a couple co-workers just like that. One admitted that she didn't really like silence, needed to keep talking in order to pass the time. After a while my eardrums would start to hurt. She was not around for very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people do not like silence. They either have to keep talking or keep engaging others in conversation, otherwise, they have to listen to music. I have heard people say they do not like silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I just realized I digressed there. A lot. Perhaps like babbling. You would have to watch the episode to, perhaps, realize why I went off on a tangent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is, I had originally intended to go to bed after watching Midnight, but I found I could not. I contemplated about how too many people dismiss something they do not understand rather than analyze it. Or they only see one side of something and do not attempt to look at all the possibilities. It is really hard to explain. Suffice it to say, I have gotten in numerous arguments, or I have started numerous arguments between other people by playing "devil's advocate" too often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the case of the episode, people were willing to kill someone/something because they did not understand it even though it was not dangerous until they themselves began to feed the frenzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It always amazes me how one needlessly panicked person can create mass hysteria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also been told that I am dumb, I don't know what I am talking about and my opinion does not count. Yes, it hurts when you are told that, particularly when you think you are making a valid point on something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, around 5:30 this morning I started feeling the effects of sleep deprivation. I almost did not go to bed again because, again, the birds were already chirping like crazy. But I ultimately decided to give it a go. I slept 7 hours. I believe I had some kind of Dr. Who related dream, but I can not remember it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some ways, I have no desire to sleep anymore just yet. In other ways, I want to sleep for several more hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will find something to do.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktangalan.blogspot.com/feeds/8671559930399644066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5341919/8671559930399644066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341919/posts/default/8671559930399644066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341919/posts/default/8671559930399644066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktangalan.blogspot.com/2008/06/thoughts-on-sleep-deprivation.html' title='Thoughts on sleep deprivation'/><author><name>BloggerChick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='35' height='35' src='//www.blogger.com/img/blogger_logo_round_35.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341919.post-927495166056609795</id><published>2008-05-17T10:44:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T22:08:43.608-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Supernatural'/><title type='text'>Supernatural 3x16 No Rest for the Wicked</title><content type='html'>I am still reeling from the season finale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby totally rocked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJQ76LLJ7fcskaKYnezjYd2mVhCY9Mv6KVR0egYf62ZglFe4a5bhPS-50Bev9sLR11HQ6EfLQEIWphnTr6TBTo6c6HgXVUzDk2XiMX2uLlXVQRvqYqq1gBzoPbDflMcK6AKHjETA/s1600-h/spn316_NRftW694.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJQ76LLJ7fcskaKYnezjYd2mVhCY9Mv6KVR0egYf62ZglFe4a5bhPS-50Bev9sLR11HQ6EfLQEIWphnTr6TBTo6c6HgXVUzDk2XiMX2uLlXVQRvqYqq1gBzoPbDflMcK6AKHjETA/s400/spn316_NRftW694.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201414135213911202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby: Do I look like a ditchable prom date to you?&lt;br /&gt;Sam: No Bobby, of course not.&lt;br /&gt;Dean: This is about me. And Sam. This isn't your fight.&lt;br /&gt;Bobby: The hell it isn't. Family don't end with blood, boy. Besides, you need me.&lt;br /&gt;Dean: Bobby...&lt;br /&gt;Bobby: You're playing wounded. Tell me. How many hallucinations have you had so far?&lt;br /&gt;Dean: How'd you know?&lt;br /&gt;Bobby: Because I know what happens when you got hellhounds on your butt. And because I'm smart. I'll follow. Don't be stoppin' to pee every ten minutes, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam: So, what, now you're seeing Demons?&lt;br /&gt;Dean: I've been seeing all kinds of things lately, but nothing like this.&lt;br /&gt;Bobby: Actually it's not all that crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Dean: How's it not that crazy!?&lt;br /&gt;Bobby: Well, you've got, what, just over 5 hours to go. You're piercing the veil, Dean. You're glimpsing the B-side.&lt;br /&gt;Dean: A little less new age-y, please.&lt;br /&gt;Bobby: You're almost Hell's bitch. So? You can see Hell's other bitches.&lt;br /&gt;Dean. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;Sam: Well, it'll actually come in pretty handy.&lt;br /&gt;Dean: Glad my doomed soul's good for something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the boys singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam: Hey Dean, if this doesn't go the we want, I just want you to know that...&lt;br /&gt;Dean: No, no, no, no, no.&lt;br /&gt;Sam: No what?&lt;br /&gt;Dean: You're not gonna bust out the misty good-bye speech, ok? I mean if this is my last day on earth, I do not want it to be socially awkward. You know what I do want...*turns on the car radio to Bon Jovi's Wanted Dead or Alive*&lt;br /&gt;Sam: Bon Jovi?&lt;br /&gt;Dean: Bon Jovi rocks...on occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Back in Born Under a Bad Sign, Sam disappears. Dean finds him in a motel: "You checked in two days ago under the name Richard Sambora. Of course, I think the scariest part about this whole thing is the fact that you're a Bon Jovi fan."}&lt;br /&gt;{Dean is more a fan of  Metallica, AC/DC, probably Van Halen, Led Zeppelin...}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dean proceeds to sing and has Sam join in. It made me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xp5ZR_Lc5aM&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xp5ZR_Lc5aM&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOXPPWOiMx125f-iqyQ5BHzMZbsWfRkgSYAtrH1Iw-Svr7StmkP24NKIU8PvDOOrWMWHQscxwO-_FUilYpuAHUcdQtnd2OEPyVi-pBYqzMp-fFqSOIxG4REaUWpRr71NnTzpzPIw/s1600-h/spn316_NRftW798.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOXPPWOiMx125f-iqyQ5BHzMZbsWfRkgSYAtrH1Iw-Svr7StmkP24NKIU8PvDOOrWMWHQscxwO-_FUilYpuAHUcdQtnd2OEPyVi-pBYqzMp-fFqSOIxG4REaUWpRr71NnTzpzPIw/s400/spn316_NRftW798.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201414139508878514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the heartbreaking stuff:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam: I'm not gonna let you go to Hell!&lt;br /&gt;Dean: Yes you are! Yes you are. I'm sorry. I mean this is all my fault. I know that. But what you're doing, it's not going to save me. It's only going to kill you.&lt;br /&gt;Sam: Then, what am I supposed to do?&lt;br /&gt;Dean: Keep fighting. Take care of my wheels. Sam, remember what Dad taught you. Remember what I taught you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDqlKNb0yHaLRzWtHZ_28xx4YM7x2W959OGARhgX4PHe7k_0QgEO7ngWWGyYdwR_F13RWimAzqjyq-p_wKVz5mT0Ifef6qYwSlfKQd40h6ZUpF9O0Jm6ct9_vFSTTdBNdMslYHqQ/s1600-h/spn316_NRftW_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDqlKNb0yHaLRzWtHZ_28xx4YM7x2W959OGARhgX4PHe7k_0QgEO7ngWWGyYdwR_F13RWimAzqjyq-p_wKVz5mT0Ifef6qYwSlfKQd40h6ZUpF9O0Jm6ct9_vFSTTdBNdMslYHqQ/s400/spn316_NRftW_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201413177436204066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoyRjrJWWpxicPY8uN4Kvp9UK-hjGc91g6JxGBzu1hcNVZW5StHoLakL7c94ifYzo2-_GPSM8iV4DlsU_BwIuwODA1XSCHlCo6KACriJhRfpG5_5njGUc8IK5Rn5S4gtNAXsyx2A/s1600-h/spn316_NRftW_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoyRjrJWWpxicPY8uN4Kvp9UK-hjGc91g6JxGBzu1hcNVZW5StHoLakL7c94ifYzo2-_GPSM8iV4DlsU_BwIuwODA1XSCHlCo6KACriJhRfpG5_5njGUc8IK5Rn5S4gtNAXsyx2A/s400/spn316_NRftW_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201413186026138674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2GPCSEv_Dh9tox47uQrImVOdf3VPIdgazGrvG-D79dlFiwbTBXWdj1C1Qjz5aDUIr6s3QusORig59j-LchiK4hvbM0hFVmFx4AOavkNZTcQBVgt5BVGdg77MLwOLrFrsi6RY00w/s1600-h/spn316_NRftW_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2GPCSEv_Dh9tox47uQrImVOdf3VPIdgazGrvG-D79dlFiwbTBXWdj1C1Qjz5aDUIr6s3QusORig59j-LchiK4hvbM0hFVmFx4AOavkNZTcQBVgt5BVGdg77MLwOLrFrsi6RY00w/s400/spn316_NRftW_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201413186026138690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffice it to say, Kripke, you are an evil, evil man. You left us with Sam crying over Dean's body torn and bloody from the Hellhounds, then Dean in Hell, or his own Hell, or Purgatory hanging from meat hooks screaming Sam's name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjubSWFwQ1wcq-4wZgkiW-LQl0frooRGWHVcvfuQ4PgfgZbqmkT-P1PJqfcgOEo2B4pDPXOhR_Edv4nxTzASxmWUDui1THqFnM6VX8AUmf0G8RZ2lSDKSGN91h2_IcaSNCEYKdl6g/s1600-h/spn316_NRftW1412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjubSWFwQ1wcq-4wZgkiW-LQl0frooRGWHVcvfuQ4PgfgZbqmkT-P1PJqfcgOEo2B4pDPXOhR_Edv4nxTzASxmWUDui1THqFnM6VX8AUmf0G8RZ2lSDKSGN91h2_IcaSNCEYKdl6g/s400/spn316_NRftW1412.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201413190321106002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyauawrMyV_8QTeOEk0wAsDeBsL47D3ClBFVQ-o6KR9RnNB_h31sUuqvwOMQpo26vAjj-VvOgj2wCqL2Jh-uGrWACfKOAF8DytnOpx-UKd_vLSimXkXpFiAGYc29ZY4hTGPztTJg/s1600-h/spn316_NRftW1446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_-ZAGc8XJc_fz_P5klm568mXEsVtetrXssDMkWeROTi66xSBYXJWcLuVk7mGKM96wlDReYIasXbAkRysAIcVoIzbbjF-5T-NYBG6g3wknlpyhRNS6-Gn1XyQOtg2IasNE0HfXNQ/s400/SN316_NRftW_9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201414130918943874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_Bb7f8w1KboTwq1TDrAZ2zBYDFdigJ6sW8efnfomHkQzc5YXPDuuYF37icGNiXN6idIRSKNvhsAOkPTxkrj0-E4khY3D8dvgSTPUd9FisYzMa-0-3tg1xRylASdGs2BUh9EL0Qw/s1600-h/spn316_NRftW1466.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_Bb7f8w1KboTwq1TDrAZ2zBYDFdigJ6sW8efnfomHkQzc5YXPDuuYF37icGNiXN6idIRSKNvhsAOkPTxkrj0-E4khY3D8dvgSTPUd9FisYzMa-0-3tg1xRylASdGs2BUh9EL0Qw/s400/spn316_NRftW1466.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201414135213911186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And have a fun summer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there is Dean: Why don't we just make a &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=t.j."&gt;T.J.&lt;/a&gt; run, ya know, some senioritas, cervezas, we could...what's spanish for &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=donkey+show"&gt;donkey show&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Sam: So if we do save you, let's never do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Dean, you perverted individual, you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I'll be spending the summer sitting in a corner rocking back and forth humming Metallica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the song at the beginning montage of the episode:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xkxfigTqY3Y&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xkxfigTqY3Y&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The original song Carry on Wayward Son by Kansas (and lyrics):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="39"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/jCpDwiT4HE/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="backColor=33cc33&amp;amp;primaryColor=003300&amp;amp;secondaryColor=006633&amp;amp;linkColor=006600"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/jCpDwiT4HE/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" flashvars="backColor=33cc33&amp;amp;primaryColor=003300&amp;amp;secondaryColor=006633&amp;amp;linkColor=006600" height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/lj-embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Kerry Livgren)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carry on my wayward son,&lt;br /&gt;There'll be peace when you are done&lt;br /&gt;Lay your weary head to rest&lt;br /&gt;Don't you cry no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I rose above the noise and confusion&lt;br /&gt;Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion&lt;br /&gt;I was soaring ever higher, but I flew too high&lt;br /&gt;Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man&lt;br /&gt;Though my mind could think I still was a mad man&lt;br /&gt;I hear the voices when I'm dreamin',&lt;br /&gt;I can hear them say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Carry on my wayward son,&lt;br /&gt;There'll be peace when you are done&lt;br /&gt;Lay your weary head to rest&lt;br /&gt;Don't you cry no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masquerading as a man with a reason&lt;br /&gt;My charade is the event of the season&lt;br /&gt;And if I claim to be a wise man, it surely&lt;br /&gt;  means that I don't know&lt;br /&gt;On a stormy sea of  moving emotion&lt;br /&gt;Tossed about I'm like a ship on the ocean&lt;br /&gt;I set a course for winds of fortune, but&lt;br /&gt;  I hear the voices say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carry on my wayward son,&lt;br /&gt;There'll be peace when you are done&lt;br /&gt;Lay your weary head to rest&lt;br /&gt;Don't you cry no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carry on, you will always remember&lt;br /&gt;Carry on, nothing equals the splendor&lt;br /&gt;Now your life's no longer empty&lt;br /&gt;Surely heaven waits for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carry on my wayward son,&lt;br /&gt;There'll be peace when you are done&lt;br /&gt;Lay your weary head to rest&lt;br /&gt;Don't you cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't you cry no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screencaps from &lt;a href="http://caps.oxoniensis.org/"&gt;oxoniensis&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktangalan.blogspot.com/feeds/927495166056609795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5341919/927495166056609795' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341919/posts/default/927495166056609795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341919/posts/default/927495166056609795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktangalan.blogspot.com/2008/05/supernatural-3x16-no-rest-for-wicked.html' title='Supernatural 3x16 No Rest for the Wicked'/><author><name>BloggerChick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='35' height='35' src='//www.blogger.com/img/blogger_logo_round_35.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJQ76LLJ7fcskaKYnezjYd2mVhCY9Mv6KVR0egYf62ZglFe4a5bhPS-50Bev9sLR11HQ6EfLQEIWphnTr6TBTo6c6HgXVUzDk2XiMX2uLlXVQRvqYqq1gBzoPbDflMcK6AKHjETA/s72-c/spn316_NRftW694.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341919.post-979669810680801326</id><published>2008-04-22T23:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T16:06:32.944-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michigan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><title type='text'>Tesla Coils at Penguicon</title><content type='html'>I went to &lt;a href="http://penguicon.org/"&gt;Penguicon&lt;/a&gt; this past weekend and had a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The twin singing Tesla Coils were there. Here is one of the videos I took:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aDejvryAFN0&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aDejvryAFN0&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/user/bloggingchick"&gt;rest of them&lt;/a&gt;.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktangalan.blogspot.com/feeds/979669810680801326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5341919/979669810680801326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341919/posts/default/979669810680801326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341919/posts/default/979669810680801326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktangalan.blogspot.com/2008/04/tesla-coils-at-penguicon.html' title='Tesla Coils at Penguicon'/><author><name>BloggerChick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='35' height='35' src='//www.blogger.com/img/blogger_logo_round_35.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341919.post-2876200305997019594</id><published>2008-04-21T02:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T16:32:53.069-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><title type='text'>I love this song</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g_8bixXnEDY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g_8bixXnEDY&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metallica&lt;br /&gt;• Wherever I May Roam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hetfield/Ulrich)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…And the road becomes my bride&lt;br /&gt;I have stripped of all but pride&lt;br /&gt;So in her I do confide&lt;br /&gt;And she keeps me satisfied&lt;br /&gt;Gives me all I need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…And with dust in throat I crave&lt;br /&gt;Only knowledge will I save&lt;br /&gt;To the game you stay a slave&lt;br /&gt;Rover, wanderer&lt;br /&gt;Nomad, vagabond&lt;br /&gt;Call me what you will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll take my time anywhere&lt;br /&gt;Free to speak my mind anywhere&lt;br /&gt;And I'll redefine anywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere I roam&lt;br /&gt;Where I lay my head is home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…And the earth becomes my throne&lt;br /&gt;I adapt to the unknown&lt;br /&gt;Under wandering stars I've grown&lt;br /&gt;By myself but not alone&lt;br /&gt;I ask no one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...And my ties are severed clean&lt;br /&gt;The less I have, the more I gain&lt;br /&gt;Off the beaten path I reign&lt;br /&gt;Rover, wanderer&lt;br /&gt;Nomad, vagabond&lt;br /&gt;Call me what you will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll take my time anywhere&lt;br /&gt;I'm free to speak my mind anywhere&lt;br /&gt;And I'll never mind anywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere I roam&lt;br /&gt;Where I lay my head is home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll take my time anywhere&lt;br /&gt;I'm free to speak my mind&lt;br /&gt;And I'll take my find anywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere I roam&lt;br /&gt;Where I lay my head is home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carved upon my stone&lt;br /&gt;My body lie, but still I roam&lt;br /&gt;Wherever I may roam&lt;br /&gt;Wherever I may roam&lt;br /&gt;Wherever I may roam</content><link rel='replies' 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src='//www.blogger.com/img/blogger_logo_round_35.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341919.post-5992306276324767914</id><published>2008-04-20T21:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T08:18:19.007-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Supernatural'/><title type='text'>Supernatural search</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vd3d3LnRlYW13aW5jaGVzdGVyLmNvbQ==" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z188/TellYourFriendsToTellTheirFriends/b_USA_desertconvA.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vd3d3LnRlYW13aW5jaGVzdGVyLmNvbQ==" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a721.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/53/l_4cc34e468f8b3d953c6f4a87ec9dfdd0.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for something specific? Try these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ktangalan.blogspot.com/2008/01/numb3rs-v-supernatural.html"&gt;Supernatural vs. Numb3rs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ktangalan.blogspot.com/2008/02/supernatural.html"&gt;Season 3 Episode 11 Mystery Spot-Hug; Travis Bickel in a skirt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ktangalan.blogspot.com/2008/02/winchester-tattoos.html"&gt;Season 3 Episode 12 Jus In Bello-The tattoos (pictures)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ktangalan.blogspot.com/2008/04/sams-exorcisms-in-jus-in-bello.html"&gt;Episode 12 Jus In Bello-The exorcisms&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ktangalan.blogspot.com/2008/03/sam-winchester-choked-or-strangled.html"&gt;Sam choked or strangled~Picspam&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably be adding more to this list. Stay tuned.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktangalan.blogspot.com/feeds/5992306276324767914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5341919/5992306276324767914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341919/posts/default/5992306276324767914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341919/posts/default/5992306276324767914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktangalan.blogspot.com/2009/02/supernatural-search.html' title='Supernatural search'/><author><name>BloggerChick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='35' height='35' src='//www.blogger.com/img/blogger_logo_round_35.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341919.post-3175216279573227345</id><published>2008-04-11T19:14:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T08:09:26.624-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Supernatural'/><title type='text'>Sam's exorcisms in Jus In Bello</title><content type='html'>I actually posted this elsewhere, but I wanted to post it here, too. I've mentioned in passing that Supernatural is one of my favorite shows. During the recent episode, &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt1032131/"&gt;Jus In Bello&lt;/a&gt;, one of the characters, Sam, has to exorcise Demons. Three times. I felt the need to transcribe word for word what he says during each exorcism. Here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Jared said at Eyecon and what he says to Deputy Director Steven Groves:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What he says to Agent Henrickson:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii,  omnis legio,  *et secta diabolica,&lt;br /&gt;Ergo draco maledicte et sectio&lt;br /&gt;Ergo draco maledicte et legio secta diabolica*&lt;br /&gt;Ut Ecclésiam tuam secúra tibi fácias  **servire libertáte**, te rogámus, audi nos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Here, he may have been struggling to get the lines, while holding the other actor down.&lt;br /&gt;**He got these two words reversed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mass exorcism:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ergo, draco maledicte et omnis legio diabolica, adjuramus te,&lt;br /&gt;cessa decipere humanas creaturas, eisque æternæ perditionìs venenum propinare&lt;br /&gt;Vade, satana, inventor et magister omnis fallaciæ, hostis humanæ salutis,&lt;br /&gt;Humiliare sub potenti manu Dei, contremisce et effuge, invocato a nobis sancto et terribili Nomini&lt;br /&gt;quem inferi tremunt&lt;br /&gt;Ab insidiis diaboli, libera nos, Domine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ergo, draco maledicte et omnis legio diabolica, adjuramus te ... cessa decipere humanas creaturas, ***eisque æternæ perditionìs venenum*** propinare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ut Ecclesiam tuam secura tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***There is so much yelling and noise going on that it is difficult to hear. I can only assume he continued to repeat the lines as in the first part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the passages as taken from &lt;a href="http://catholicdoors.com/prayers/latin/latin040.htm"&gt;http://catholicdoors.com/prayers/latin/latin040.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything in bold are the lines Sam says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;EXORCIZÁMUS te, omnis immúnde spíritus, omni satánica potéstas,  omnis incúrsio infernális adversárii, omnis légio, omnis congregátio et secta diabólica, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;in nómini et virtúte Dómini nostri  Jesu &lt;span style=";font-size:180%;color:red;"  &gt;+&lt;/span&gt; Christi, eradicáre et effugáre a Dei Ecclésia, ab  animábus ad imáginem Dei cónditis ac pretióso divíni Agni  sánguini redémptis &lt;span style=";font-size:180%;color:red;"  &gt;+&lt;/span&gt;. Non ultra áudeas, serpens callidíssime,  decípere humánum genus, Dei Ecclésiam pérsequi, ac Dei electos  excútere et cribráre sicut tríticum &lt;span style=";font-size:180%;color:red;"  &gt;+&lt;/span&gt;. Imperat tibi Deus  altíssimus &lt;span style=";font-size:180%;color:red;"  &gt;+&lt;/span&gt;, cui in magna tua supérbia te símililem habéri  adhuc præsúmis; qui omnis hómines vult salvos fíeri, et ad  agnitiónem veritátis veníre. Imperat tibi Deus Pater &lt;span style=";font-size:180%;color:red;"  &gt;+&lt;/span&gt;; ímperat  tibi Deus Fílius &lt;span style=";font-size:180%;color:red;"  &gt;+&lt;/span&gt;; ímperat tibi Deus Spíritus Sanctus &lt;span style=";font-size:180%;color:red;"  &gt;+&lt;/span&gt;.  Imperat tibi Christus, ætérnum Dei Verbum caro factum &lt;span style=";font-size:180%;color:red;"  &gt;+&lt;/span&gt;, qui  pro salúte géneris nostri tua invídia pérditi, humiliávit  semetípsum factus obédiens usque ad mortem; qui Ecclésiam  suam ædificávit supra firmam petram et portas ínferi advérsus  eam numquam esse prævalitrúras edixit, cum ea ipse permansúrus  ómnibus diébus usque ad consumatiónem sæculi. Imperat tibi  sacraméntum Crucis &lt;span style=";font-size:180%;color:red;"  &gt;+&lt;/span&gt;, omniúnque christiánæ fídei Mysteriórum  virtus &lt;span style=";font-size:180%;color:red;"  &gt;+&lt;/span&gt;. Imperat tibi excélsa Dei Génetrix Virgo Maria &lt;span style=";font-size:180%;color:red;"  &gt;+&lt;/span&gt;,  quæ superbíssimum caput tuum a primo instánti immaculátæ suæ  Conceptiónis in sua humilitáte contrivit. Imperat tibi fides  sactórum Apostolórum Petri et Pauli ceterorúnque Apostolórum &lt;span style=";font-size:180%;color:red;"  &gt;+&lt;/span&gt;.  Imperat tibi Mártyrum sanguis, ac pia Sanctórum et Sanctárum  ómnium intercéssio &lt;span style=";font-size:180%;color:red;"  &gt;+&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ergo, draco maledicte et omnis légio diabólica adjurámus te  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;per Deum &lt;span style=";font-size:180%;color:red;"  &gt;+&lt;/span&gt; vivum, per  Deum &lt;span style=";font-size:180%;color:red;"  &gt;+&lt;/span&gt; verum, per  Deum &lt;span style=";font-size:180%;color:red;"  &gt;+&lt;/span&gt; sanctum, per Deum,  qui sic diléxit mundum, ut Filium suum unigénitum daret,  ut omnis, qui credit in eum, non péreat, sed hábeat vitam  ætérnæ:&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt; cessa decípere humánas creatúras, eisque æternæ  perditiónis venénum propináre: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;désine Ecclesiæ nocére et  ejus libertáti láqueos injícere.&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt; Vade, sátana, invéntor  et magister omnis fallaciæ, hostis humánæ salútis. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Da  locum Christo, in quo nihil invenísti de opéribus tuis;  da locum Ecclesiæ uni, sanctæ, cathólicæ, et Apostólicae,  quam Christus ipse acquisívit sánguine suo.&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt; Humiliáre sub potenti manu Dei; contremísce et éffuge, invocato a nobis  sancto et terríbili Nómini &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Jesu,&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt; quem ínferi tremunt, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;cui  Virtútis cælórum et Potestátes et Dominatiónes subjéctæ sunt;  quem Chérubim et Séraphim indeféssis vócibus laudant, dicéntes:  Sanctus, Sanctus, Sanctus Dóminus Deus Sábaoth.&lt;/p&gt;  I. Dómine, exaúdi oratiónem meam.&lt;br /&gt;A. Et clamor meus ad te véniat.&lt;br /&gt;B. Dóminus vobíscum.&lt;br /&gt;C. Et cum spíritu tuo.  &lt;span style="color:brown;"&gt;Orémus Oratio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; Deus cæli, Deus terræ, Deus Angelórum, Deus Archangelórum,  Deus Patriarchárum, Deus Prophetárum, Deus Apostolórum, Deus  Mártyrum, Deus Confessórum, Deus Virginum, Deus qui potestátem  habes donáre vitam post mortem, réquiem post labórem: quia not  est Deus præter te, nec esse potest nisi tu, créator ómnium  visibílium et invisibílium, cujus regni non erit finis: humíliter  majestati glóriæ tuæ suplicámus, ut ab omni infernálium spirítuum  potestáte, láqueo deceptióne et nequítia nos poténter liberáre,  et incólumes custodíre dignéris. Per Christum Dóminum nostrum.&lt;/p&gt;  Amen.&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ab insídiis diáboli, libera nos, Dómine.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ut Ecclésiam tuam secúra tibi fácias libertáte servire, te rogámus, audi nos.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Ut inimícus sanctæ Ecclésiae humiliáre dignéris, te rogámus, audi nos.&lt;br /&gt;Et aspergatur locus aqua benedicta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The English version is here: &lt;a href="http://catholicdoors.com/prayers/english/p01975b.htm"&gt;http://catholicdoors.com/prayers/english/p01975b.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or here: &lt;a href="http://catholicdoors.com/prayers/english/p01975.htm"&gt;http://catholicdoors.com/prayers/english/p01975.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Dean's (attempted) exorcism in Episode 3x14 Long Distance Call&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pretty sure (ok, really pretty sure) the exorcism Dean was trying to attempt in Long Distance Caller is the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crux sacra sit mihi lux! Non draco sit mihi dux! (May the holy cross be my light! May the dragon never be my guide!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the St. Benedict medal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;His medal has exceptional powers against the demons of Hell.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s285.photobucket.com/albums/ll61/Bloggingchic/SPN/?action=view&amp;amp;current=MedalofStBenedict.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i285.photobucket.com/albums/ll61/Bloggingchic/SPN/MedalofStBenedict.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;This side of the medal is where the real exorcistic force reveals itself.&lt;/b&gt; In the center is the Cross. Benedict loved the Cross and used it to drive away demons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In the angles of the cross, the letters C S P B stand for Crux Sancti Patris Benedicti (The cross of our holy father&lt;br /&gt;Benedict).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encircling the Cross in a circle around the right margin are these letters: V.R.S.N.S.M.V., meaning Vade retro Satana; nunquam suade mihi vana (Begone Satan! Suggest not to me thy vain things).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around the left margin of the circle are these letters: S.M.Q.L.I.V.B., meaning Sunt mala quae libas; ipse venena bibas (The drink you offer is evil; drink that poison yourself).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the top of the circle is the word PAX (Peace).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  face of the medal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s285.photobucket.com/albums/ll61/Bloggingchic/SPN/?action=view&amp;amp;current=StBenedict_front.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i285.photobucket.com/albums/ll61/Bloggingchic/SPN/StBenedict_front.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the face of the medal is the image of Saint Benedict. In his right hand he holds the cross, the Christian's symbol of&lt;br /&gt;salvation. The cross reminds us of the zealous work of evangelizing and civilizing England and Europe carried out mainly&lt;br /&gt;by the Benedictine monks and nuns, especially for the sixth to the ninth/tenth centuries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In St. Benedict's left hand is his Rule for Monasteries that could well be summed up in the words of the Prolog exhorting&lt;br /&gt;us to "walk in God's ways, with the Gospel as our guide."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a pedestal to the right of St. Benedict is the poisoned cup, shattered when he made the sign of the cross over it. On&lt;br /&gt;a pedestal to the left is a raven about to carry away a loaf of poisoned bread that a jealous enemy had sent to St.&lt;br /&gt;Benedict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above the cup and the raven are the Latin words: Crux s. patris Benedicti (The Cross of our holy father Benedict). On&lt;br /&gt;the margin of the medal, encircling the figure of Benedict, are the Latin words: Eius in obitu nostro praesentia muniamur!&lt;br /&gt;(May we be strengthened by his presence in the hour of our death!). Other translations have: &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;May his presence protect us in the hour of death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Below his feet are these words: &lt;b&gt;Ex S M Casino MDCCCLXXX&lt;/b&gt; (From the Holy Mount of Cassino, 1880). On that date , Monte Cassino was given the exclusive right to produce this medal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benedictines have always regarded St. Benedict&lt;br /&gt;as a special patron of a happy death. He himself died in the chapel at Montecassino while standing with his arms raised&lt;br /&gt;up to heaven, supported by the brothers of the monastery, shortly after St. Benedict had received Holy Communion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sancta.org/medal.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Source&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the above source list St. Benedict as dying March 21 542, The &lt;a href="http://www.catholic.org/"&gt;catholic.org&lt;/a&gt; website where there is a &lt;a href="http://www.catholic.org/saints/saint.php?saint_id=26"&gt;summary of his life&lt;/a&gt;, lists him as dying in the year 547.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktangalan.blogspot.com/feeds/3175216279573227345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5341919/3175216279573227345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341919/posts/default/3175216279573227345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341919/posts/default/3175216279573227345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktangalan.blogspot.com/2008/04/sams-exorcisms-in-jus-in-bello.html' title='Sam&apos;s exorcisms in Jus In Bello'/><author><name>BloggerChick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='35' height='35' src='//www.blogger.com/img/blogger_logo_round_35.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i285.photobucket.com/albums/ll61/Bloggingchic/SPN/th_MedalofStBenedict.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341919.post-7718502492880486768</id><published>2008-04-06T20:36:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T21:05:44.445-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michigan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><title type='text'>A nice weekend</title><content type='html'>It was a nice day out, the temperature was in the upper 50's - lower 60's (F) so S. &amp;amp; I went for a drive through Hines Drive. We stopped &amp;amp; I took some pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR9w2cWI5PmqY4mWkyJ5ZRjEQC-Q7ZWEIxN5OmhW24pVu2vgmva0IFMVHF_e0JHR7mpD9B04jadzI1i-QUto9SYS4-mwn800cgaaoWm358NQvZu63-0xZTl9lbjgTTYjIyzteNRw/s1600-h/IMG_0730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR9w2cWI5PmqY4mWkyJ5ZRjEQC-Q7ZWEIxN5OmhW24pVu2vgmva0IFMVHF_e0JHR7mpD9B04jadzI1i-QUto9SYS4-mwn800cgaaoWm358NQvZu63-0xZTl9lbjgTTYjIyzteNRw/s400/IMG_0730.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186296611094729778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ7C7bxJa1W6TsN22XQbOKmoUPor4llXyfIO3C-2gMSxbkZ0qRamiNuBddy9d-3LRDxVFlCI7S6Vh3Kpl8jwxK6k3LCEUyenMileFBkd2aCn48emlP9JMGIcv2HJwjuTaxb_3XfQ/s1600-h/IMG_0732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ7C7bxJa1W6TsN22XQbOKmoUPor4llXyfIO3C-2gMSxbkZ0qRamiNuBddy9d-3LRDxVFlCI7S6Vh3Kpl8jwxK6k3LCEUyenMileFBkd2aCn48emlP9JMGIcv2HJwjuTaxb_3XfQ/s400/IMG_0732.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186296615389697090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUefR4mCb40rW9wwx66xNDIYGs7BFD5Lz8L3WMJ6bKMBgzieZRW_IpuCNwf4PijT3YieJQ3qudwS9IEeaZUQykYfhMD3MnfcMasTXukDLgDMOUCv4f_KCtcjmb7f-kXIcVbs6kmQ/s1600-h/IMG_0733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUefR4mCb40rW9wwx66xNDIYGs7BFD5Lz8L3WMJ6bKMBgzieZRW_IpuCNwf4PijT3YieJQ3qudwS9IEeaZUQykYfhMD3MnfcMasTXukDLgDMOUCv4f_KCtcjmb7f-kXIcVbs6kmQ/s400/IMG_0733.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186296619684664402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX-Efg1vyZHdgVQuqQxBeRnCxfuCgnPywENio0QZMZSjUPpdZg_5r58NS2nsPlbS9mqMI8oVJrRDKx6oikx079xdfCriqZaopiWiVlKvnRbF1MT5AnqFnT3WAMUaOqxhYUNmtsLQ/s1600-h/IMG_0735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX-Efg1vyZHdgVQuqQxBeRnCxfuCgnPywENio0QZMZSjUPpdZg_5r58NS2nsPlbS9mqMI8oVJrRDKx6oikx079xdfCriqZaopiWiVlKvnRbF1MT5AnqFnT3WAMUaOqxhYUNmtsLQ/s400/IMG_0735.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186296619684664418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took these from a moving vehicle:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_UFJ68KLHlBU1Z6wo8w_ubRFpza8z4hbG1RpE7i5zebr42i5hMo9jS8qsa7Yd8NpJg5Uqc4c-CJLtBgUzka59VO3YAJDNiQlqQHQVG1lxU-k2O51xTstRc5XZz9MVnz_Nn8DSLw/s1600-h/IMG_0745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_UFJ68KLHlBU1Z6wo8w_ubRFpza8z4hbG1RpE7i5zebr42i5hMo9jS8qsa7Yd8NpJg5Uqc4c-CJLtBgUzka59VO3YAJDNiQlqQHQVG1lxU-k2O51xTstRc5XZz9MVnz_Nn8DSLw/s400/IMG_0745.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186298741398508658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF_4S7R2Fx8-Ywt8yuA6N0exSIEVB7uc-tByQSKQt3pNbhopPO1Qx7koigWUhtMRHGBtIlEO8L2c-rQGZN8g_vMqBJzwCDzzPR9XcBt7Rj3rnfB9tJwUL3AVI2-0Ui3NxV4D7Kwg/s1600-h/IMG_0748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF_4S7R2Fx8-Ywt8yuA6N0exSIEVB7uc-tByQSKQt3pNbhopPO1Qx7koigWUhtMRHGBtIlEO8L2c-rQGZN8g_vMqBJzwCDzzPR9XcBt7Rj3rnfB9tJwUL3AVI2-0Ui3NxV4D7Kwg/s400/IMG_0748.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186298745693475970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP1Q6aQ-kPy97auvtLb-9rFZtxKZyzDqshI3fFVJED65-xQEgRroD5cyo4-hWTqoN5NwBQpy8qccRQCQdf2PF7gSb0-Zc621qytSVh8Ve1h6y41gHLkYzJ2jlNdTaSGM_ogV8yxg/s1600-h/IMG_0749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP1Q6aQ-kPy97auvtLb-9rFZtxKZyzDqshI3fFVJED65-xQEgRroD5cyo4-hWTqoN5NwBQpy8qccRQCQdf2PF7gSb0-Zc621qytSVh8Ve1h6y41gHLkYzJ2jlNdTaSGM_ogV8yxg/s400/IMG_0749.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186298754283410578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw geese and swans:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLMgTId_fJDbnbdv8yNK2LcK6NmxkqiPYQuU840nAr38FchK7NVXbHvnmpSagin5glUZUXUVJv7vGekJwLxH_BlXQPtNmC8ozuOcIcrSxtcVTnykOV3hQNbylUsL35U-d6_sGc2g/s1600-h/IMG_0760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnEWY6T4rq6vOr6OvriUE382HtA9pv9Eq25F56wqhn82dTjbNbL2dAZqk9aW1ondx8n4ZNNAXS8mFzWc64ouTeCS3B47L1RVkxdvh4QDBYYZCfJOC4K_80z57GPUWXbU7ErYc-Fg/s400/IMG_0777.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186301262544311522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the sun reflecting off the water:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHJAt3LKbScjdbXMPzOOHRfkwb1WfkKR4SYPVhOhF3NYpoo2CeiIXxOGY3xRPAVO46LAcubsYrYvMiiqMZb47AAF1XybsLej9HWVBZnz__YAzUBfAJezZrPPWcSEScfLs-OMptQQ/s1600-h/IMG_0757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHJAt3LKbScjdbXMPzOOHRfkwb1WfkKR4SYPVhOhF3NYpoo2CeiIXxOGY3xRPAVO46LAcubsYrYvMiiqMZb47AAF1XybsLej9HWVBZnz__YAzUBfAJezZrPPWcSEScfLs-OMptQQ/s400/IMG_0757.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186298762873345202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiONttDgpk792N6FmbueWpjnazyd-ercEoOgJKcA2HFe00JyHXKMtoHoJYJugJzjPFHSWneiVD4hp9TWzM05uaB8Yx5W6onRDVEQ18a9oledW5Tk0td1AG44UWKFMDMaA64YE7bNA/s1600-h/IMG_0772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiONttDgpk792N6FmbueWpjnazyd-ercEoOgJKcA2HFe00JyHXKMtoHoJYJugJzjPFHSWneiVD4hp9TWzM05uaB8Yx5W6onRDVEQ18a9oledW5Tk0td1AG44UWKFMDMaA64YE7bNA/s400/IMG_0772.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186301966918948098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktangalan.blogspot.com/feeds/7718502492880486768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5341919/7718502492880486768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341919/posts/default/7718502492880486768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341919/posts/default/7718502492880486768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktangalan.blogspot.com/2008/04/nice-weekend.html' title='A nice weekend'/><author><name>BloggerChick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='35' height='35' src='//www.blogger.com/img/blogger_logo_round_35.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR9w2cWI5PmqY4mWkyJ5ZRjEQC-Q7ZWEIxN5OmhW24pVu2vgmva0IFMVHF_e0JHR7mpD9B04jadzI1i-QUto9SYS4-mwn800cgaaoWm358NQvZu63-0xZTl9lbjgTTYjIyzteNRw/s72-c/IMG_0730.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341919.post-8015606175599933512</id><published>2008-03-31T17:43:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T18:01:11.040-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='link'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michigan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventure'/><title type='text'>Postcard from Hell</title><content type='html'>I finally got the postcard from Hell that I mailed to myself. See &lt;a href="http://ktangalan.blogspot.com/2008/03/to-hell-and-back.html"&gt;my post here&lt;/a&gt; for that adventure. I went there on March 12, and just got the postcard today. I was beginning to worry if someone had dropped it in the fire or something. Looks like that is what happened. It's a bit scorched around the edge. At least it was fished out and mailed anyway. Heee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/Postcards/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0716.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/Postcards/IMG_0716.jpg" alt="Postcard from Hell" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, I blanked out my personal info:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/Postcards/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0715-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/Postcards/IMG_0715-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My camera wouldn't behave and give me a clearer picture. And the battery is dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inside of the postmark circle says gone through hell.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktangalan.blogspot.com/feeds/8015606175599933512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5341919/8015606175599933512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341919/posts/default/8015606175599933512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341919/posts/default/8015606175599933512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktangalan.blogspot.com/2008/03/postcard-from-hell.html' title='Postcard from Hell'/><author><name>BloggerChick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='35' height='35' src='//www.blogger.com/img/blogger_logo_round_35.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/Postcards/th_IMG_0716.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341919.post-3676434100180233591</id><published>2008-03-30T23:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T01:48:01.322-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><title type='text'>Yet another Supernatural dream</title><content type='html'>My eyes are watering like crazy and my tears must be loaded with salt or something because they are just burning so badly I can barely keep them open. Dude. They sting so bad. I should have posted this earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I had another strange Supernatural dream early this morning. I dreamed I was in some really small town with the Winchesters. There were just some "old western" type buildings on each side of a wide dirt road. We walked from one to another. There was another female with us. Dean kept taking her from building to building while Sam &amp;amp; I followed. We walked into a store and started looking at things. I noticed on a bulletin board an announcement that a very old law from the 1800's would once again begin to be enacted. The bulletin board was on the wall to the left of a doorway. The doorway led into a very small room. The room was dark. On the left was a shelving unit. The notice on the board directed the reader to a newspaper on one of the shelves in which there was an article detailing the law. I took the newspaper and put it on a table so I could read the article. I pointed it out to Sam &amp;amp; Dean. Neither was all that interested. I read it anyway. It said that the friends of anyone caught committing a crime would be prosecuted along with the person who committed the crime whether they were present at the scene or not, and whether they even knew the friend was going to commit a crime or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carefully folded the newspaper back up-it was dated from the 1800's when the law was first enacted-and put it back on the shelf. In the process, I had managed to tear it a little. Fortunately, no one noticed. I just put it back on the shelf. In the meantime, Dean, Sam and the other female had left. I walked towards a back door, not surprised they had "abandoned" me. I opened the door to find Sam standing right outside waiting for me. I felt better just then. We looked for Dean and the other woman. We went around to the front and saw the 2 of them standing in the middle of the road. Her back was to us. Dean was standing there holding a shotgun on her. Sam asked what he was doing. Dean told him the woman was a Demon. We walked around and stood next to Dean and saw that her eyes were indeed black. She told Dean that if he didn't shoot her, she would kill Dean. Sam kept telling Dean to shoot her. Dean didn't want to. It wouldn't have mattered anyway, because it wasn't the Colt he was aiming at her. Then Dean also pointed out that by shooting her with a gun other than the Colt, the Demon could just exit the body &amp;amp; go into another one. Like mine. I was not protected from being possessed. Sam grabbed my arm &amp;amp; pulled me closer. Just as Dean was considering shooting her, I told him not to. I explained about the newspaper article I had just read. The law essentially meant guilt by association. If Dean shot the woman &amp;amp; the Demon exited the body, the woman would die. And we all would be held responsible and tried for murder. If Dean didn't shoot her, she would kill Dean and Sam &amp;amp; I would still be arrested and tried for murder. And there was the whole would the Demon possess me next whether Dean shot her or not debate. Sam &amp;amp; Dean stood there trying to decide what to do when I woke up. At 1:00 this afternoon. Wow.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktangalan.blogspot.com/feeds/3676434100180233591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5341919/3676434100180233591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341919/posts/default/3676434100180233591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341919/posts/default/3676434100180233591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktangalan.blogspot.com/2008/03/yet-another-supernatural-dream.html' title='Yet another Supernatural dream'/><author><name>BloggerChick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='35' height='35' src='//www.blogger.com/img/blogger_logo_round_35.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341919.post-3654577688821036660</id><published>2008-03-27T19:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T21:03:40.864-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michigan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><title type='text'>Springtime in Michigan</title><content type='html'>This morning was cold but dry. Early this afternoon it started raining. Now it is snowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHzgGDckzIGgk6LHHCcHo2v22r7WLoVQ6xD79jLnqX6T95AXsmVhNhQQqVIx28bw0E-Hzsj2HMlkVC37wqZK-wvkdSsjQBD66cUFPxFmdnJpJnRmzrblhGOYOCAS9Kc7lhhxhCRQ/s1600-h/IMG_0698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHzgGDckzIGgk6LHHCcHo2v22r7WLoVQ6xD79jLnqX6T95AXsmVhNhQQqVIx28bw0E-Hzsj2HMlkVC37wqZK-wvkdSsjQBD66cUFPxFmdnJpJnRmzrblhGOYOCAS9Kc7lhhxhCRQ/s400/IMG_0698.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182583796550931458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMeNhJmcuoRb8KiYl13avU4kSSfyvJLEGI_TFh9l84ohDa_KX90cMbBTCsKwYXqYXMr_4S4zh4mZh4XkQijR6vGLATj2wxOCXO6AYdWasl9Tezl6Y6Olmf9ie62n1fWtHTIizE1w/s1600-h/IMG_0699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMeNhJmcuoRb8KiYl13avU4kSSfyvJLEGI_TFh9l84ohDa_KX90cMbBTCsKwYXqYXMr_4S4zh4mZh4XkQijR6vGLATj2wxOCXO6AYdWasl9Tezl6Y6Olmf9ie62n1fWtHTIizE1w/s400/IMG_0699.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182583800845898770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object id="BLOG_video-90c7f7d43ceb0011" class="BLOG_video_class" contentid="90c7f7d43ceb0011" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=90c7f7d43ceb0011&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktangalan.blogspot.com/feeds/3654577688821036660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5341919/3654577688821036660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341919/posts/default/3654577688821036660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341919/posts/default/3654577688821036660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktangalan.blogspot.com/2008/03/springtime-in-michigan.html' title='Springtime in Michigan'/><author><name>BloggerChick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='35' height='35' src='//www.blogger.com/img/blogger_logo_round_35.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHzgGDckzIGgk6LHHCcHo2v22r7WLoVQ6xD79jLnqX6T95AXsmVhNhQQqVIx28bw0E-Hzsj2HMlkVC37wqZK-wvkdSsjQBD66cUFPxFmdnJpJnRmzrblhGOYOCAS9Kc7lhhxhCRQ/s72-c/IMG_0698.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341919.post-8696363051961134515</id><published>2008-03-24T23:40:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T18:55:31.450-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='link'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michigan'/><title type='text'>Detroit Mayor and Former CoS charged</title><content type='html'>Update 3/25/08:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Beatty&lt;/span&gt; has been arraigned and pleaded Stand Mute, meaning a plea of not guilty is entered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kwame&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kilpatrick&lt;/span&gt; has been arraigned and pleaded Stand Mute as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bail is $75,000 personal bond for each of them. Pretty much means they have to come up with $75,000 each or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;collateral&lt;/span&gt;...I think. I'll have to get back to you on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/24/08:&lt;br /&gt;I thus far have not bothered with mentioning anything about the whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kwame&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kilpatrick&lt;/span&gt;/Christine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Beatty&lt;/span&gt; thing going on in Detroit. Well, here are the booking photos and the charges:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/ktangalan/Political/photo#5181520130720207682"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.google.com/ktangalan/R-h1GyQdE0I/AAAAAAAAA2k/8Ww3MEL_cw0/s800/Kilpatrickbooking32408.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count 1: Conspiracy to obstruct justice, up to five years in prison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count 2: Obstruction of justice, up to five years. He's accused of firing Detroit Deputy Police Chief Gary Brown as part of an effort to illegally hamper a criminal investigation and committing perjury to hide the firing of Brown or a relationship between the mayor and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Beatty&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count 3: Misconduct in office, up to five years. He's accused of firing Brown to hamper a criminal probe of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Kilpatrick's&lt;/span&gt; personal conduct or the conduct of his security unit and committing perjury to hide the firing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count 4: Misconduct in office, up to five years. He's accused of authorizing the city to settle a whistle-blowers' lawsuit with the motive of preventing the release of text messages showing the mayor and his aide lied under oath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count 5: Perjury in court, up to 15 years. He's accused of lying under oath in August 2007 by saying he didn't fire Brown, didn't know Brown was investigating him or a rumored party at the mayor's official residence and testifying falsely as to other circumstances surrounding the termination of Brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count 6: Perjury in court, up to 15 years. He's accused of falsely testifying in August 2007 that he didn't have a romantic or sexual relationship with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Beatty&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count 7: Perjury outside court, up to 15 years. He's accused of swearing falsely before a notary public in June 2003 as to the circumstances surrounding the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;-appointment" of Brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count 8: Perjury outside court, up to 15 years. He's accused of swearing falsely before a notary public in October 2004 as to the circumstances surrounding the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;-appointment" of Brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/ktangalan/Political/photo#5181520126425240370"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.google.com/ktangalan/R-h1GiQdEzI/AAAAAAAAA2c/5ZVN6wlgeTg/s800/Beattybooking32408.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count 1: Conspiracy to obstruct justice, up to five years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count 2: Obstruction of justice, up to five years. She's accused of firing Brown to hamper a criminal investigation and committing perjury to hide the firing of Brown or a relationship between &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Beatty&lt;/span&gt; and the mayor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count 3: Misconduct in office, up to five years. She's accused of firing Brown to hamper a criminal probe of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Kilpatrick's&lt;/span&gt; personal conduct or the conduct of his security unit and committing perjury to hide the firing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count 4: Perjury in court, up to 15 years. She's accused of lying under oath in August 2007 by saying Brown wasn't fired, she didn't know Brown was investigating the mayor or a rumored party at the mayor's official residence and testifying falsely as to other circumstances surrounding the termination of Brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count 5: Perjury in court, up to 15 years. She's accused of lying under oath in August 2007 that she didn't have a romantic or sexual relationship with the mayor and that she didn't use her communication device to send or receive messages of a sexual nature to the mayor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count 6: Perjury outside court, up to 15 years. She's accused of swearing falsely before a notary public in December 2003 that she didn't know Brown was investigating the rumored party. She also is accused of swearing falsely as to the circumstances surrounding Brown's termination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count 7: Perjury outside court, up to 15 years. She's accused of swearing falsely before a notary public in December 2003 that she wasn't aware of the mayor's "philandering."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHARGES AGAINST &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;KWAME&lt;/span&gt; M. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;KILPATRICK&lt;/span&gt; AND CHRISTINE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;BEATTY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count 1: Conspiracy to Obstruct Justice (Both Defendants)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did unlawfully conspire, combine, confederate and agree together with each other and others to commit the following listed offense: Obstruction of Justice,&lt;br /&gt;contrary to &lt;a href="http://www.legislature.mi.gov/%28S%285jtq5xbl10lqzg55qrdmm5e3%29%29/mileg.aspx?page=GetObject&amp;amp;objectname=mcl-750-157a&amp;amp;queryid=22630868&amp;amp;highlight=157a"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;MCL&lt;/span&gt; 750.157a&lt;/a&gt;, punishable by a maximum penalty of 5 years in prison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count 2: Obstruction of Justice (Both Defendants)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did commit the crime of obstruction of justice by firing Gary Brown to willfully and corruptly hamper, obstruct and/or interfere with a criminal investigation and/or commit perjury to hide the firing of Gary Brown and/or the relationship between Christine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Beatty&lt;/span&gt; and Mayor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Kilpatrick&lt;/span&gt;, contrary to &lt;a href="http://www.legislature.mi.gov/%28S%2812clmxmndgdfsi45bc0cvi55%29%29/mileg.aspx?page=GetObject&amp;amp;objectname=mcl-750-505&amp;amp;queryid=22630983&amp;amp;highlight=505"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;MCL&lt;/span&gt; 750.505&lt;/a&gt;, punishable by a maximum penalty of 5 years in prison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count 3: Misconduct in Office (Both Defendants)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did commit misconduct in office, an indictable offense at common law, by firing Gary Brown to willfully and corruptly hamper obstruct and/or interfere with a criminal investigation of Mayor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Kilpatrick&lt;/span&gt;’s personal conduct/or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;EPU&lt;/span&gt; conduct and/or committing perjury to hide the firing and the true nature of their relationship, contrary to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;MCL&lt;/span&gt; 750.505, punishable by a maximum penalty of 5 years in prison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count 4: Misconduct in Office (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Kwame&lt;/span&gt; M. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Kilpatrick&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did commit misconduct in office, an indictable offense at common law, as the Mayor for the City of Detroit, by authorizing the City of Detroit to enter into an 8.4 million dollar settlement of the Gary Brown/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Nelthorpe&lt;/span&gt; and Harris &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;litigations&lt;/span&gt; with the corrupt motive of preventing the release of text messages or other information evidencing that Mayor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Kilpatrick&lt;/span&gt; and his Chief of Staff Christine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Beatty&lt;/span&gt; lied under oath, contrary to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;MCL&lt;/span&gt; 750.505, punishable by a maximum penalty of 5 years in prison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count 5: Perjury - Court Proceeding (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Kwame&lt;/span&gt; M. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Kilpatrick&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did, being lawfully required to depose the truth as a witness in a jury trial, a court proceeding in the case of Gary Brown and Harold &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Nelthorpe&lt;/span&gt; v. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Kwame&lt;/span&gt; M. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Kilpatrick&lt;/span&gt; and City of Detroit, Case No. 03-317557-NZ, the case being a civil lawsuit before the Honorable Michael J. Callahan, for the 3rd Circuit Court for Wayne County, on August 29, 2007, commit perjury by: testifying he did not fire Gary Brown; and/or testifying that he did not know Gary Brown was investigating him or the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Manoogian&lt;/span&gt; Mansion Party prior to his “&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;-appointment” ; and/or testifying falsely as to other circumstances surrounding the termination of Gary Brown including the reasons for the termination and how and why the decision was made, contrary to &lt;a href="http://www.legislature.mi.gov/%28S%2812clmxmndgdfsi45bc0cvi55%29%29/mileg.aspx?page=getObject&amp;amp;objectName=mcl-750-422"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;MCL&lt;/span&gt; 750.442&lt;/a&gt;-B, punishable by a maximum penalty of 15 years in prison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count 6: Perjury - Court Proceeding (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Kwame&lt;/span&gt; M. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Kilpatrick&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did, being lawfully required to depose the truth as a witness in a jury trial, a court proceeding in the case of Gary Brown and Harold &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Nelthorpe&lt;/span&gt; v. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Kwame&lt;/span&gt; M. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Kilpatrick&lt;/span&gt; and City of Detroit, &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/search?q=cache:Y30Kv6nCphwJ:caselaw.findlaw.com/data2/michiganstatecases/appeals/0706/20060727_C259911_75_259911.OPN.PDF+Case+No.+03-317557-NZ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;ct=clnk&amp;amp;cd=4&amp;amp;gl=us&amp;amp;client=firefox-a"&gt;Case No. 03-317557-NZ&lt;/a&gt;, the case being a civil lawsuit before the Honorable Michael J. Callahan, for the 3rd Circuit Court for Wayne County, on August 29, 2007, commit perjury by testifying he did not have a romantic or sexual relationship with Christine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Beatty&lt;/span&gt;, contrary to &lt;a href="http://www.legislature.mi.gov/%28S%2812clmxmndgdfsi45bc0cvi55%29%29/mileg.aspx?page=getObject&amp;amp;objectName=mcl-750-422"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;MCL&lt;/span&gt; 750.442&lt;/a&gt;-B, punishable by a maximum penalty of 15 years in prison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count 7: Perjury - Court Proceeding (Christine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;Beatty&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did, being lawfully required to depose the truth as a witness in a jury trial, a court proceeding in the case of Gary Brown and Harold &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;Nelthorpe&lt;/span&gt; v. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;Kwame&lt;/span&gt; M. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;Kilpatrick&lt;/span&gt; and City of Detroit, &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/search?q=cache:Y30Kv6nCphwJ:caselaw.findlaw.com/data2/michiganstatecases/appeals/0706/20060727_C259911_75_259911.OPN.PDF+Case+No.+03-317557-NZ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;ct=clnk&amp;amp;cd=4&amp;amp;gl=us&amp;amp;client=firefox-a"&gt;Case No. 03-317557-NZ&lt;/a&gt;, the case being a civil lawsuit before the Honorable Michael J. Callahan, for the 3rd Circuit Court for Wayne County, on August 28, 2007, commit perjury by: testifying Gary Brown was not fired; and/or testifying that she did not know Gary Brown was investigating &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;Kwame&lt;/span&gt; M. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;Kilpatrick&lt;/span&gt; or or the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;Manoogian&lt;/span&gt; Mansion Party prior to his “&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;-appointment” ; and/or testifying falsely as to other circumstances surrounding the termination of Gary Brown including the reasons for the termination and how and why the decision was made, contrary to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;MCL&lt;/span&gt; 750.442-B, punishable by a maximum penalty of 15 years in prison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count 8: Perjury - Court Proceeding (Christine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;Beatty&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did, being lawfully required to depose the truth as a witness in a jury trial, a court proceeding in the case of Gary Brown and Harold &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;Nelthorpe&lt;/span&gt; v. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;Kwame&lt;/span&gt; M. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;Kilpatrick&lt;/span&gt; and City of Detroit, Case No. 03-317557-NZ, the case being a civil lawsuit before the Honorable Michael J. Callahan, for the 3rd Circuit Court for Wayne County, on August 28, 2007, commit perjury by testifying that she did not have a romantic or sexual relationship with Mayor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;Kilpatrick&lt;/span&gt; and that she did not use her Sky-Tel communication device to send or receive messages of a personal or sexual nature to Mayor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;Kilpatrick&lt;/span&gt;, contrary to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;MCL&lt;/span&gt; 750.442-B, punishable by a maximum penalty of 15 years in prison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count 9: Perjury - Other than Court Proceeding (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;Kwame&lt;/span&gt; M. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;Kilpatrick&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did, being a person of whom an oath was required by law, willfully swear falsely before Sheila D. Rice, a Notary Public within the County of Wayne, on June 26, 2003 as to the circumstances surrounding the “&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;-appointment” of Gary Brown, contrary to &lt;a href="http://www.legislature.mi.gov/%28S%2812clmxmndgdfsi45bc0cvi55%29%29/mileg.aspx?page=getObject&amp;amp;objectName=mcl-750-423"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;MCL&lt;/span&gt; 750.423,&lt;/a&gt; punishable by a maximum penalty of 15 years in prison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count 10: Perjury- Other than Court Proceeding (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;Kwame&lt;/span&gt; M. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;Kilpatrick&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did, being a person of whom an oath was required by law, willfully swear falsely before Sheila D. Rice, a Notary Public within the County of Wayne, on October 11, 2004 as to the circumstances surrounding the “&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;-appointment” of Gary Brown, contrary to &lt;a href="http://www.legislature.mi.gov/%28S%2812clmxmndgdfsi45bc0cvi55%29%29/mileg.aspx?page=getObject&amp;amp;objectName=mcl-750-423"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69"&gt;MCL&lt;/span&gt; 750.423&lt;/a&gt;, punishable by a maximum penalty of 15 years in prison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count 11: Perjury - Other than Court Proceeding (Christine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70"&gt;Beatty&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did, being a person of whom an oath was required by law, willfully swear falsely before Sheila D. Rice, a Notary Public within the County of Wayne, on December 9, 2003 that she did not know Gary Brown was investigating the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71"&gt;Manoogian&lt;/span&gt; Mansion party prior to his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_72"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;-appointment and /or other circumstances surrounding the termination of Gary Brown, contrary to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_73"&gt;MCL&lt;/span&gt; 750.423, punishable by a maximum penalty of 15 years in prison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count 12: Perjury - Other than Court Proceeding (Christine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_74"&gt;Beatty&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did, being a person of whom an oath was required by law, willfully swear falsely before Sheila D. Rice, a Notary Public within the County of Wayne, on December 9, 2003 that she was not aware of the Mayor’s philandering, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_75"&gt;contary&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_76"&gt;MCL&lt;/span&gt; 750.423, punishable by a maximum penalty of 15 years in prison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The text messages:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/ktangalan/Political/photo#5181520130720207698"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.google.com/ktangalan/R-h1GyQdE1I/AAAAAAAAA2s/tQuEOLDXC4I/s400/Text_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/ktangalan/Political/photo#5181520135015175010"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.google.com/ktangalan/R-h1HCQdE2I/AAAAAAAAA20/VXhr94gA9_U/s400/Text_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/ktangalan/Political/photo#5181520135015175026"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.google.com/ktangalan/R-h1HCQdE3I/AAAAAAAAA28/sTxgyQYTMq8/s400/Text_3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wxyz.com/content/news/detroitmayorinvestigation/story.aspx?content_id=4466c6a3-ebfc-4e4b-a7da-b1118c67bc18"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Source&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktangalan.blogspot.com/feeds/8696363051961134515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5341919/8696363051961134515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341919/posts/default/8696363051961134515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341919/posts/default/8696363051961134515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktangalan.blogspot.com/2008/03/detroit-mayor-and-former-cos-charged.html' title='Detroit Mayor and Former CoS charged'/><author><name>BloggerChick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='35' height='35' src='//www.blogger.com/img/blogger_logo_round_35.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.google.com/ktangalan/R-h1GyQdE0I/AAAAAAAAA2k/8Ww3MEL_cw0/s72-c/Kilpatrickbooking32408.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341919.post-2236241892447063557</id><published>2008-03-19T08:07:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T20:13:53.077-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscellaneous'/><title type='text'>The 14 Deadly Sins</title><content type='html'>We know the original Seven Deadly Sins: Pride, Envy, Gluttony, Lust, Anger, Greed, Sloth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there are an additional Seven Deadly Sins:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) genetic modification; (2) human experimentations, (3) polluting the environment; (4) social injustice; (5) causing poverty; (6) financial gluttony; and (7) taking drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The original offenses and their punishments &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pride &lt;/b&gt;Broken on the wheel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Envy &lt;/b&gt;Put in freezing water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gluttony &lt;/b&gt;Forced to eat rats, toads, and snakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lust &lt;/b&gt;Smothered in fire and brimstone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anger &lt;/b&gt;Dismembered alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Greed &lt;/b&gt;Put in cauldrons of boiling oil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sloth&lt;/b&gt; Thrown in snake pits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;i&gt;The Picture Book of Devils, Demons and Witchcraft&lt;/i&gt;; Ernst and Johanna Lehner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seven holy virtues:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chastity, abstinence, temperance, diligence, patience, kindness and humility.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktangalan.blogspot.com/feeds/2236241892447063557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5341919/2236241892447063557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341919/posts/default/2236241892447063557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341919/posts/default/2236241892447063557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktangalan.blogspot.com/2008/03/14-deadly-sins.html' title='The 14 Deadly Sins'/><author><name>BloggerChick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='35' height='35' src='//www.blogger.com/img/blogger_logo_round_35.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341919.post-1450976611132283500</id><published>2008-03-17T13:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T10:41:59.931-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventure'/><title type='text'>Happy St. Patrick's Day</title><content type='html'>I celebrated St. Patrick's Day with &lt;a href="http://mojo.channel955.com/pages/home.html"&gt;Mojo in the Morning&lt;/a&gt;. It was my first and probably only time. They were at Gus O'Connor's Irish Public House in Rochester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went in, took a few pictures then went up to the bar for a beer. Then I went back to where the DJ's were &amp;amp; took more pictures. I got a compliment on my camera. I had to hold it up and angle it in order to get some pictures. The woman who complimented my camera thought it was taking good pictures. Although, they look alot better on a 2" LCD. The DJ's were in front of a window, so the pictures didn't come out as well as they could have. Also, after I had taken quite a few, I remembered I'd left the red-eye reduction off. So I turned it on &amp;amp; took more pictures. In most of them, people look like Cross-Road Demons. Heh. Then, another woman was trying to get some pictures and hers were not coming out. So I told her to try a couple different things, except she didn't know how to turn features on and off. So I showed her. Although I explained I was still learning about my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right around that time, I had finished my beer. A guy approached with a tray in which he was carrying 2 beers. He offered them to one of the DJ's. I think the guy was supposed to be the beer gopher, but Spike wasn't drinking fast enough, so he declined. I think he had already planned to go bar-hopping after their show &amp;amp; didn't want to already be as drunk as he was that early in the morning last year. I told the guy that if he had nothing else to do with the beer, I'd take one. He handed one to me. And yes, I know the dangers of taking drinks from strangers, but I figured the chances of someone wanting to spike the DJ's drink was probably minimal. I drank it and I am fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, after a while I slipped out of the spectator crowd again and wandered around and took more pictures. Then some guy asked if I would take a picture of he and his 2 buddies. I took a couple. He asked if I would send them to him, so I got his email address. I'll send those after I finish with this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first trip to the bathroom, I figured there would be a long line for the ladies room, but I was surprised to find an open stall when I walked in. Yay. After that, I got just one more (beer) knowing I would be there for at least another hour. I had looked at my watch and was surprised to see it was 10:00 AM. It actually felt like I had been there for several hours even though it was only about an hour or hour &amp;amp; 1/2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went back to where the DJ's were. They were getting ready to do a contest where people had to "bob" for gold in a toilet (potty o' gold):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Potty o' gold by bloggerchic, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24768313@N03/2341344784/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Potty o' gold" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3194/2341344784_1e6429332e.jpg" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in there was some kind of thing in which the winner got a free trip to anywhere in the US if they fished it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They assured people the toilet had never been previously used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People were beginning to crowd in to try their luck, so I slipped back out. As I was walking around, an orange-shirt wearing security guy was in front of me. We suddenly heard another guy yell at him, "Hey quit trying to grab my ass!" and another guy laughed. Orange shirt guy looked around trying to spot the idiot. I knew who had said it. Orange shirt guy noticed me shaking my head. I told him to just ignore them, they were being idiots. "Oh," he said. "They are already a little too drunk, or something?" I replied, "Yeah, pretty much."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orange shirt guy just nodded and continued in the direction he was originally going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left around 11:15 or 11:30 after a couple DJ's had packed up &amp;amp; left &amp;amp; the others were in the process of doing same.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktangalan.blogspot.com/feeds/1450976611132283500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5341919/1450976611132283500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341919/posts/default/1450976611132283500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341919/posts/default/1450976611132283500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktangalan.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-st-patricks-day.html' title='Happy St. Patrick&apos;s Day'/><author><name>BloggerChick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='35' height='35' src='//www.blogger.com/img/blogger_logo_round_35.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3194/2341344784_1e6429332e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341919.post-2467836578177750378</id><published>2008-03-12T20:47:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T11:19:52.705-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='link'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michigan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><title type='text'>To Hell and Back</title><content type='html'>I went to &lt;a href="http://www.hell2u.com/"&gt;Hell&lt;/a&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/66344942@N00/2330230178/" title="Sign 03/2008 by bloggingchick, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2126/2330230178_f66cba3dc1.jpg" alt="Sign 03/2008" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mapquest.com/maps/map.adp?address=&amp;amp;city=Hell&amp;amp;state=MI&amp;amp;zipcode=&amp;amp;country=US&amp;amp;title=%3cb%3e%3cspan%20style%3d%22display%3ainline%3bmargin%2dbottom%3a0px%3b%22%20class%3d%22locality%22%3eHell%3c%2fspan%3e%2c%20%3cspan%20style%3d%22display%3ainline%3bmargin%2dbottom%3a0px%3b%22%20class%3d%22region%22%3eMI%3c%2fspan%3e%20%3cspan%20style%3d%22display%3ainline%3bmargin%2dbottom%3a0px%3b%22%20class%3d%22country%2dname%22%3eUS%3c%2fspan%3e%3c%2fb%3e%3c%2fspan%3e&amp;amp;cid=lfmaplink2&amp;amp;name=&amp;amp;dtype=s"&gt;Hell, Michigan&lt;/a&gt; that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/66344942@N00/2330185768/" title="Sign by bloggingchick, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2210/2330185768_3a6d9f0575_o.jpg" alt="Sign" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a Helluva drive. The road trip to Hell. While it is only 50 miles West of where I live, I still got lost. Leave it to me to get lost on the way to Hell. I finally got there and talked to Pat,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/66344942@N00/2329362403/" title="Pat by bloggingchick, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2340/2329362403_f72a834507.jpg" alt="Pat" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the woman who works at &lt;a href="http://hell2u.com/plugins/MivaMerchants/merchant.mvc?"&gt;the store&lt;/a&gt;. Turns out I am not the only soul who gets lost going to Hell. It was a good thing I didn't use Google Maps to get there. It turns out, if I had I would be in Purgatory (where ever that is). Google put Hell with Putnam. While Putnam and Hell share a zip code, they are not that close together. If you ever want to go there, go to &lt;a href="http://www.hell-mi.com/"&gt;this website&lt;/a&gt; and find your way to their directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a cold day in Hell, but not too bad, really. I went straight into the store and bought a bunch of stuff. They have a whole lot of cool things. I wanted to buy more, but I restrained myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is too bad I didn't get there sooner, the people in Hell are so nice, I wish I could have stayed longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me that &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/name/nm2887828/"&gt;Erik Reichenbach&lt;/a&gt; a &lt;a href="http://www.cbs.com/primetime/survivor16/bio/erik/bio.php"&gt;current contestant&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.cbs.com/primetime/survivor16/"&gt;Survivor&lt;/a&gt; worked there. How cool is that. She let me take some pictures of the inside of the store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat told me that Erik got a job working at the store because one day during an event in Hell that I can't remember now the city ended up with way more people than they realized they would get. The store ended up running out of T-shirts. The owner tried closing the store, but one person was not happy about it &amp;amp; punched the owner in the face. Erik came to his rescue and the owner offered him a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He made the designs on these T-Shirts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/66344942@N00/2330186762/" title="Shirt designs Survivor Erik made by bloggingchick, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2016/2330186762_6b751d062d_o.jpg" alt="Shirt designs Survivor Erik made" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he made this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/66344942@N00/2329362281/" title="Skull Survivor Erik made by bloggingchick, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3152/2329362281_6d0091e6a9_o.jpg" alt="Skull Survivor Erik made" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/66344942@N00/2329362193/" title="Skull Survivor Erik made by bloggingchick, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3023/2329362193_3e8a56955f_o.jpg" alt="Skull Survivor Erik made" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some other pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/66344942@N00/2329362023/" title="Souvenir by bloggingchick, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2377/2329362023_a8f1767530_o.jpg" alt="Souvenir" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/66344942@N00/2330186318/" title="Witch by bloggingchick, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3055/2330186318_d5f52997d1_o.jpg" alt="Witch" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/66344942@N00/2329361883/" title="Mad Scientist by bloggingchick, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2359/2329361883_9ba76ef608_o.jpg" alt="Mad Scientist" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/66344942@N00/2330186454/" title="Fortune teller by bloggingchick, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3091/2330186454_1b3d821969_o.jpg" alt="Fortune teller" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/66344942@N00/2329362133/" title="Fortune teller by bloggingchick, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2390/2329362133_4b5e5419a2_o.jpg" alt="Fortune teller" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A video of the fortune teller:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object id="BLOG_video-5dbac6df93bb2a36" class="BLOG_video_class" contentid="5dbac6df93bb2a36" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought some souvenirs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/66344942@N00/2330372673/" title="Souvenir by bloggingchick, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3296/2330372673_d1f7eca6b6.jpg" alt="Souvenir" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/66344942@N00/2331191612/" title="Souvenir by bloggingchick, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2404/2331191612_d8d8e65652.jpg" alt="Souvenir" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/66344942@N00/2331191514/" title="Souvenir by bloggingchick, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2065/2331191514_672b895049.jpg" alt="Souvenir" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/66344942@N00/2329405079/" title="Dirt by bloggingchick, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2302/2329405079_b46b640411_o.jpg" alt="Dirt" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. I bought a bottle of dirt. It was only $3.00. I couldn't very well collect my own because right now it is all mud:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/66344942@N00/2329404737/" title="Muddy by bloggingchick, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2135/2329404737_5e2129ef68_o.jpg" alt="Muddy" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing I was wearing my boots:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/66344942@N00/2329363339/" title="Walking in Hell, MI by bloggingchick, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2279/2329363339_b11354d09a_o.jpg" alt="Walking in Hell, MI" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, more stuff I bought included:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/66344942@N00/2330229982/" title="Souvenirs by bloggingchick, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3247/2330229982_bf2cdae994_o.jpg" alt="Souvenirs" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Pat gave me safe passage through Hell:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRq26s1ZSE1LqjkAHdnKNoRPxFyH-HmmsJA4gnBUbOc-5JI1M9nBoi8XOypIq3ovR2kDfOK1ED6DKQ0jb3-AUrMz4Ztr3cilyzxx2ZOtWB5c589OJyD5mc2haV3jiUKi2zGgDVfw/s1600-h/IMG_0526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRq26s1ZSE1LqjkAHdnKNoRPxFyH-HmmsJA4gnBUbOc-5JI1M9nBoi8XOypIq3ovR2kDfOK1ED6DKQ0jb3-AUrMz4Ztr3cilyzxx2ZOtWB5c589OJyD5mc2haV3jiUKi2zGgDVfw/s400/IMG_0526.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177238562584196306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2S6Mba7Fdb7FtNCSBHr9WYb8ip7opSR35fbZ9DTg5Y4j1lfjPPdAk9s6tJKWCaeA726fwhwj_YCIZddE6e9nazlwE3TrchNIoCCDubEKHCOWthrH9-hCmRfIyjWlhsh3F4rpXIw/s1600-h/IMG_0528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2S6Mba7Fdb7FtNCSBHr9WYb8ip7opSR35fbZ9DTg5Y4j1lfjPPdAk9s6tJKWCaeA726fwhwj_YCIZddE6e9nazlwE3TrchNIoCCDubEKHCOWthrH9-hCmRfIyjWlhsh3F4rpXIw/s400/IMG_0528.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177238579764065506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a postcard of an aerial view of Hell on 06/06/06:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_PV4kPIzynHEjY-Wy_VvhgY2U3Ie0xoPPJPhUFHx-sVYPpIi4VBDWq0QEcBu-J3JeYzyrYa6nlOKDp_MtfVZmkSQX-RfnoM4AsuqWZbCh7v-6Ud6c0lJXuYvwsTy97D12-8SqXA/s1600-h/IMG_0529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_PV4kPIzynHEjY-Wy_VvhgY2U3Ie0xoPPJPhUFHx-sVYPpIi4VBDWq0QEcBu-J3JeYzyrYa6nlOKDp_MtfVZmkSQX-RfnoM4AsuqWZbCh7v-6Ud6c0lJXuYvwsTy97D12-8SqXA/s400/IMG_0529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177240791672222962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNVCoHZaMZr5-ipbd7Nv17W4khMo-Hl5t3uA7Rr0uvbPG-GeW_EPiEaXKNDjGx78xORuaX-G2U8IcUyx5tiu-JeSzkwxG5JDO0HuhOen9Pe8HD5Nr21MkddcFGWHYsb5ZVZXXaAw/s1600-h/IMG_0530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNVCoHZaMZr5-ipbd7Nv17W4khMo-Hl5t3uA7Rr0uvbPG-GeW_EPiEaXKNDjGx78xORuaX-G2U8IcUyx5tiu-JeSzkwxG5JDO0HuhOen9Pe8HD5Nr21MkddcFGWHYsb5ZVZXXaAw/s400/IMG_0530.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177240808852092162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-tWFu2QvC87I_ZjxOqrh6yc_ISiBzt9oeHeH7cA__r2vkF9bHvWClSgPCgu3GTjKfEIfY0noTqt2CiFaVoN-6jIHSI-PepRttlXRFeGwNHLj3xELsCWr2wSB6B5ajms7xjEGO8w/s1600-h/IMG_0531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-tWFu2QvC87I_ZjxOqrh6yc_ISiBzt9oeHeH7cA__r2vkF9bHvWClSgPCgu3GTjKfEIfY0noTqt2CiFaVoN-6jIHSI-PepRttlXRFeGwNHLj3xELsCWr2wSB6B5ajms7xjEGO8w/s400/IMG_0531.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177240813147059474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQelTPBZMDxoJ_I0JYnJSx1ywuZQE0CKQ7Ugm46YosPA-B6g6DCGsRqKs6mQsh4pGO7FsxKP8yaQID45jbKkqJYs-kzLlHmRvdLPux0wIk4QB42O0Fw4JVug4c978JGYqqtP6yEg/s1600-h/IMG_0532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQelTPBZMDxoJ_I0JYnJSx1ywuZQE0CKQ7Ugm46YosPA-B6g6DCGsRqKs6mQsh4pGO7FsxKP8yaQID45jbKkqJYs-kzLlHmRvdLPux0wIk4QB42O0Fw4JVug4c978JGYqqtP6yEg/s400/IMG_0532.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177240817442026786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the &lt;a href="http://www.hell-mi.com/"&gt;store/post office&lt;/a&gt; next to the one where I bought the stuff and mailed to myself a postcard. They postmark them from Hell. I will take a picture when it gets back to me. I mailed some other postcards out to various people too. They might think I am nuts b/c most of them are actually going to essentially the same place, different people. I started getting repetitive in my messages.&lt;br /&gt;I then left the store and wandered around and took more pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/66344942@N00/2329362501/" title="Fun stuff by bloggingchick, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2235/2329362501_09289641fd_o.jpg" alt="Fun stuff" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/66344942@N00/2329362547/" title="Stuff by bloggingchick, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3266/2329362547_b71eed1c87_o.jpg" alt="Stuff" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I headed towards the Wedding Chapel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/66344942@N00/2330187342/" title="Wedding Chapel by bloggingchick, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3185/2330187342_b3cb88d937_o.jpg" alt="Wedding Chapel" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/66344942@N00/2329363079/" title="Wedding Chapel in Hell, MI by bloggingchick, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3229/2329363079_c597d32e1f.jpg" alt="Wedding Chapel in Hell, MI" height="500" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/66344942@N00/2329363001/" title="Design by bloggingchick, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2256/2329363001_431ee1b56c_o.jpg" alt="Design" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inside:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/66344942@N00/2329363213/" title="Wedding Chapel in Hell, MI by bloggingchick, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3170/2329363213_9dff55e118_o.jpg" alt="Wedding Chapel in Hell, MI" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/66344942@N00/2329363149/" title="Wedding Chapel in Hell, MI by bloggingchick, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2068/2329363149_44ac0ac14c_o.jpg" alt="Wedding Chapel in Hell, MI" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random stuff laying on the ground:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/66344942@N00/2329362803/" title="Sign by bloggingchick, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3207/2329362803_cd47f68c0c.jpg" alt="Sign" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/66344942@N00/2330187280/" title="Sign by bloggingchick, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3265/2330187280_05df716109.jpg" alt="Sign" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/66344942@N00/2330187150/" title="Abandoned Shoes by bloggingchick, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2355/2330187150_213d592e7a.jpg" alt="Abandoned Shoes" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/66344942@N00/2329363613/" title="Hell, Michigan 03/2008 by bloggingchick, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2137/2329363613_56d43ac46a.jpg" alt="Hell, Michigan 03/2008" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More signs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/66344942@N00/2329363659/" title="Hell, Michigan 03/2008 by bloggingchick, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3020/2329363659_eedb1af48a_o.jpg" alt="Hell, Michigan 03/2008" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/66344942@N00/2329363777/" title="Hell, Michigan 03/2008 by bloggingchick, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3040/2329363777_0c59b206c6_o.jpg" alt="Hell, Michigan 03/2008" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/66344942@N00/2330188180/" title="Hell, Michigan 03/2008 by bloggingchick, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2075/2330188180_afcab976c1.jpg" alt="Hell, Michigan 03/2008" height="500" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I went to the dam site inn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/66344942@N00/2329404875/" title="Inn by bloggingchick, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2227/2329404875_9c28e74974.jpg" alt="Inn" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/66344942@N00/2329405001/" title="Sign by bloggingchick, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2191/2329405001_4ba9e01f1e.jpg" alt="Sign" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and walked back to where the dam is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/66344942@N00/2329404585/" title="Dam by bloggingchick, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2408/2329404585_f844c66ca4_o.jpg" alt="Dam" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/66344942@N00/2330228882/" title="Dam by bloggingchick, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2103/2330228882_b4aee5ab2b.jpg" alt="Dam" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/66344942@N00/2329403521/" title="Dam by bloggingchick, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3245/2329403521_2aa93a46e7.jpg" alt="Dam" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/66344942@N00/2329403383/" title="Dam by bloggingchick, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2154/2329403383_104b49a610.jpg" alt="Dam" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/66344942@N00/2329402691/" title="Dam by bloggingchick, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3235/2329402691_cd92f251ca.jpg" alt="Dam" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also these random things laying down there:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/66344942@N00/2329404545/" title="Old Wagon thing by bloggingchick, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2030/2329404545_4c6f887512.jpg" alt="Old Wagon thing" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/66344942@N00/2329404377/" title="Old shirt by bloggingchick, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2010/2329404377_ca2ba5542e.jpg" alt="Old shirt" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew! I think that takes care of many of the pictures. I took lots more of the same things. Maybe I will post those at a later time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to stop into the Inn for a beer, but it was getting late &amp;amp; I had to start on my way home. Perhaps another time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a scanner so I had to take pictures of this. Click on the photos for a larger size:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-yWJi7m9Kvy-82NB8E4HuCQ9B5XyAWHCVr1SNedw_NsCtJ7Hrit83rZLPDvBAIi6pUQLMjYWbHOdxm1KYz0-Zcdr9Fk5u3An1iNaqe4ykD3Zr_f_sBHgIVNmGRvZshECniPrdnQ/s1600-h/IMG_0533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-yWJi7m9Kvy-82NB8E4HuCQ9B5XyAWHCVr1SNedw_NsCtJ7Hrit83rZLPDvBAIi6pUQLMjYWbHOdxm1KYz0-Zcdr9Fk5u3An1iNaqe4ykD3Zr_f_sBHgIVNmGRvZshECniPrdnQ/s400/IMG_0533.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177246018647422338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNOMX7-zivzRvMMinzZJmrlgiMbo_hq540dcwDIBTe1jBlnOYvSCBjwqbfSn-nS6vUPo8JlXNdt9UYLAMJqXSVmEB5pd-J6KsI9d0J0m-3uHfJEvdp9pEi6VgIfakg4vHlOY92ng/s1600-h/IMG_0534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNOMX7-zivzRvMMinzZJmrlgiMbo_hq540dcwDIBTe1jBlnOYvSCBjwqbfSn-nS6vUPo8JlXNdt9UYLAMJqXSVmEB5pd-J6KsI9d0J0m-3uHfJEvdp9pEi6VgIfakg4vHlOY92ng/s400/IMG_0534.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177246027237356946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am off to clean my boots.</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=5dbac6df93bb2a36&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktangalan.blogspot.com/feeds/2467836578177750378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5341919/2467836578177750378' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341919/posts/default/2467836578177750378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341919/posts/default/2467836578177750378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktangalan.blogspot.com/2008/03/to-hell-and-back.html' title='To Hell and Back'/><author><name>BloggerChick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='35' height='35' src='//www.blogger.com/img/blogger_logo_round_35.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2126/2330230178_f66cba3dc1_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341919.post-3323386890880299340</id><published>2008-03-07T23:00:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T01:32:43.277-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gripe'/><title type='text'>Numb3rs gripe</title><content type='html'>I just finished watching &lt;a href="http://www.cbs.com/primetime/numb3rs/"&gt;Numb3rs.&lt;/a&gt; Yes, it was a rerun, the episode &lt;a href="http://www.tv.com/numb3rs/tabu/episode/1149578/summary.html?tag=ep_list;ep_title;7"&gt;Tabu&lt;/a&gt;. After the episode 2 weeks ago, &lt;a href="http://www.tv.com/numb3rs/in-security/episode/1143933/summary.html?tag=ep_list;ep_title;5"&gt;In Security&lt;/a&gt;, I had an issue I wanted to raise--except I got sidetracked. Then I forgot about it. The issue came up again tonight. I do not like Liz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/ktangalan/ThereAndBackAgain/photo#5175248665581253810"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.google.com/ktangalan/R9ItPeBI9LI/AAAAAAAAAzc/9pYh9d7Ts7A/s800/Liz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is too pushy and demanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In Security&lt;/span&gt;, we find out Don&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/ktangalan/ThereAndBackAgain/photo#5152228753748498866"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.google.com/ktangalan/R4BkwPy7mbI/AAAAAAAAAK4/4668P0j2Pb4/s800/Dongun5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a relationship with a woman in the Witness Protection Program.  At some point, before he starts a relationship with Liz, he and said witness, who I'm pretty sure was named Leah, broke off their relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning of the episode, however, Don takes Leah out to dinner. After he takes her back home, he leaves and someone else goes and kills her. Thus, Liz finds out about the previous relationship between Don and Leah. And gets angry that Don didn't tell her about it. The issue I have is that if the relationship was before Liz and Don, then really, it isn't any of her business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, there is the matter that Don had dinner with someone with whom he'd previously had a relationship while he is in a new relationship &amp;amp; that would not make one to too happy to discover. OTOH, demanding to know about all of a person's past relationships can make for opening up a can of worms you may not want to open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize some people have this dire need to know everything about a person's history including the previous relationships, but there are people who feel all that information is best kept to oneself. Especially if it does nothing to further or enhance your (potential) current relationship. Unless, of course, ones past relationship involves someone who is a convict or nutjob stalker or something. But someone who is in the Witness Protection Program? Maybe not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is the episode shown tonight, &lt;a href="http://www.tv.com/numb3rs/tabu/episode/1149578/summary.html?tag=ep_list;ep_title;7"&gt;Tabu&lt;/a&gt;. Don, Liz, and the team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/ktangalan/ThereAndBackAgain/photo#5152242776816720642"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.google.com/ktangalan/R4Bxgfy7mwI/AAAAAAAAANg/2XjEY5ys12s/s800/The%20Team0205.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are working a case and all Liz wants to do is talk about her's &amp;amp; Don's personal lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And his previous relationship. Wrong. You're seeing a coworker, you don't talk personal stuff when you're trying to solve a case. Especially when you are in the FBI. I'm guessing anyway. I'm not in the FBI, so I can't say for sure that you can't focus on both at the same time. Unless you are Liz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read some spoilers recently (that I won't give away here), but something tells me I may not like what the writers have store in the future. Especially if it involves Don getting back with Liz. Ok so maybe that was a touch spoilery. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also won't like if the brothers Eppes don't keep their relationship as being close. Like the Winchesters currently are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to see more hugs!! We got another Sam'n'Dean hug,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/ktangalan/ThereAndBackAgain/photo#5167689055730697698"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.google.com/ktangalan/R7dR0QyAheI/AAAAAAAAAs4/HwEu8mBnfvM/s400/3x11_1451.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/ktangalan/ThereAndBackAgain/photo#5167689476637492770"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.com/ktangalan/R7dSMwyAhiI/AAAAAAAAAtY/gDAiBsEJObE/s400/spn311_1269.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to see an Eppes hug. Cuz I am fangirly that way.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktangalan.blogspot.com/feeds/3323386890880299340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5341919/3323386890880299340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341919/posts/default/3323386890880299340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341919/posts/default/3323386890880299340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktangalan.blogspot.com/2008/03/numb3rs-gripe.html' title='Numb3rs gripe'/><author><name>BloggerChick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='35' height='35' src='//www.blogger.com/img/blogger_logo_round_35.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.google.com/ktangalan/R9ItPeBI9LI/AAAAAAAAAzc/9pYh9d7Ts7A/s72-c/Liz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341919.post-2018201027623102298</id><published>2008-03-07T14:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T14:54:33.981-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gripe'/><title type='text'>Stupid internet service</title><content type='html'>I am incredibly angry right now. I had a feeling that some of the pictures in the picspam I just did would be too large for the template, but I clicked on publish post anyway. They are too big. Then, just as I started fixing them, I suffered a serious lag in my internet service. Now it is taking forever just for a page to load. I am starting to lose my patience. Arrgh!!!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktangalan.blogspot.com/feeds/2018201027623102298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5341919/2018201027623102298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341919/posts/default/2018201027623102298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341919/posts/default/2018201027623102298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktangalan.blogspot.com/2008/03/stupid-internet-service.html' title='Stupid internet service'/><author><name>BloggerChick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='35' height='35' src='//www.blogger.com/img/blogger_logo_round_35.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341919.post-6243182139271884843</id><published>2008-03-07T10:35:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T20:48:22.959-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Supernatural'/><title type='text'>Sam Winchester choked or strangled</title><content type='html'>Week 2 without Supernatural on TV. So I made a picspam. Of Sam being choked/strangled. Because Sam (&lt;a href="http://imdb.com/name/nm0655585/"&gt;Jared Padalecki&lt;/a&gt;) has a neck on him. MmmmHmmm...and what a lovely neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Pilot episode, Dean started it when he first broke into Sam's &amp;amp; Jessica's apartment and wrestled Sam to the ground:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/SPN/?action=view&amp;amp;current=spn_101_0349-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/SPN/spn_101_0349-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Episode 6, in Shapeshifter, shapeshifter!Dean:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/SPN/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Skin_2-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/SPN/Skin_2-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/SPN/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Skin_3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/SPN/Skin_3.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Episode 9, Home, a lamp cord wraps itself around his neck:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/SPN/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Home_1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/SPN/Home_1.jpg" alt="Home" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/SPN/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Home_2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/SPN/Home_2.jpg" alt="Home_1" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/SPN/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Home_4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/SPN/Home_4.jpg" alt="Home_3" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/SPN/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Home_5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/SPN/Home_5.jpg" alt="Home_4" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In episode 17, Hell House, Mordechai Murdoc tries choking him with the handle of his axe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/SPN/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1x17_HellHouse.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/SPN/1x17_HellHouse.jpg" alt="Hell House_1" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/SPN/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1x17_HH_2-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/SPN/1x17_HH_2-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/SPN/?action=view&amp;amp;current=HellHouse_4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/SPN/HellHouse_4.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very next epsiode (18), Something Wicked, a shtriga wraps it's skeletal hand around his throat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/SPN/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SWicked_3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/SPN/SWicked_3.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/SPN/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1x18_SW_1-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/SPN/1x18_SW_1-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/SPN/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1x18_SW_2-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/SPN/1x18_SW_2-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, it's Luther the vampire in episode 20 Dead Man's Blood:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/SPN/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1x20_0978.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/SPN/1x20_0978.jpg" alt="DMB" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/SPN/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DMB_2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/SPN/DMB_2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/SPN/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DMB_3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/SPN/DMB_3.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it isn't until Season 2 in Episode 10, Hunted, when Gordon appears to be wrapping a hand around Sam's neck before attempting to stab him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/SPN/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Hunted.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/SPN/Hunted.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we move on to episode 20 What is and What Should Never Be when the Djinn chokes him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/SPN/?action=view&amp;amp;current=WIAWSNB_1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/SPN/WIAWSNB_1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/SPN/?action=view&amp;amp;current=WiaWSNB_1-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/SPN/WiaWSNB_1-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/SPN/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2x20WiaWSNB.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/SPN/2x20WiaWSNB.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We next see Sam choked in Season 3 Episode 1, The Magnificent Seven by the Sin Pride:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/SPN/?action=view&amp;amp;current=3x01_0976.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/SPN/3x01_0976.jpg" alt="SPN" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/SPN/?action=view&amp;amp;current=M7_2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/SPN/M7_2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/SPN/?action=view&amp;amp;current=M7_3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/SPN/M7_3.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two episodes later (3) in Bad Day at Black Rock, Grossman tries to choke Sam during the fight over the rabbit's foot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/SPN/?action=view&amp;amp;current=3x03_BDaBR.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/SPN/3x03_BDaBR.jpg" alt="BDaBR" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/SPN/?action=view&amp;amp;current=BDaBR_3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/SPN/BDaBR_3.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then have to wait until Episode 8, A Very Supernatural Christmas, when Madge Carrigan, Mrs. Pagan God wraps her hand around Sam's throat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/SPN/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SupernaturalChristmas_1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/SPN/SupernaturalChristmas_1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/SPN/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SupernaturalChristmas_2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/SPN/SupernaturalChristmas_2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/SPN/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SupernaturalChristmas_3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/SPN/SupernaturalChristmas_3.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in episode 12, Jus In Bello, possessed officer dude gets Sam in a choke hold:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/SPN/?action=view&amp;amp;current=3x12JiB-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/SPN/3x12JiB-1.jpg" alt="Jus In Bello" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/SPN/?action=view&amp;amp;current=spn312JiB-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/SPN/spn312JiB-1.jpg" alt="Jus In Bello" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honorable mentions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Sam is not actually being choked/strangled, people feel the need to get near his neck:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Season 1 Episode 6 Skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Shapeshifter also feels the need to tie a rope around Sam's neck:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/SPN/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Skin.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/SPN/Skin.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/SPN/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DeansavesSam.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/SPN/DeansavesSam.jpg" alt="SPN" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Season 2 Episode 3 Bloodlust:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gordon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/SPN/?action=view&amp;amp;current=BL_2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/SPN/BL_2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/SPN/?action=view&amp;amp;current=BL_3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/SPN/BL_3.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Episode 4 Children Shouldn't Play With Dead Things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/SPN/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CSPwDT.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/SPN/CSPwDT.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Dean himself loves Sam's neck:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Episode 10 Hunted:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/SPN/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2x10Hunted_1-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/SPN/2x10Hunted_1-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/SPN/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2x10Hunted_2-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/SPN/2x10Hunted_2-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ep 21 All Hell Breaks Loose:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/SPN/?action=view&amp;amp;current=AHBL_1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/SPN/AHBL_1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I missed any, please feel free to let me know and I will add them. If anyone disagrees with Gordon choking Sam in Hunted let me know, I will subtract it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Season 1: 6&lt;br /&gt;Season 2: 2&lt;br /&gt;Season 3: 4&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;*Total*:    12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screencaps by &lt;a href="http://supernatural.tv/"&gt;supernatural.tv&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.homeofthenutty.com/"&gt;homeofthenutty&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://caps.oxoniensis.org/"&gt;oxoniensis&lt;/a&gt;.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktangalan.blogspot.com/feeds/6243182139271884843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5341919/6243182139271884843' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341919/posts/default/6243182139271884843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341919/posts/default/6243182139271884843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktangalan.blogspot.com/2008/03/sam-winchester-choked-or-strangled.html' title='Sam Winchester choked or strangled'/><author><name>BloggerChick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='35' height='35' src='//www.blogger.com/img/blogger_logo_round_35.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg290/bloggingchick/SPN/th_spn_101_0349-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341919.post-5354894809646164735</id><published>2008-03-04T23:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T23:54:00.139-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michigan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><title type='text'>Snow</title><content type='html'>It is snowing outside. I just went outside and took some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;With flash:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/66344942@N00/2311099153/" title="Michigan March 4, 2008 11:00 PM EST by bloggingchick, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3176/2311099153_2768511b02.jpg" alt="Michigan March 4, 2008 11:00 PM EST" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without flash:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/66344942@N00/2311908846/" title="Michigan March 4, 2008 11:00 PM EST by bloggingchick, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2217/2311908846_e313b1d90e.jpg" alt="Michigan March 4, 2008 11:00 PM EST" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/66344942@N00/2311908540/" title="11:00 PM EST by bloggingchick, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3272/2311908540_265514400c.jpg" alt="11:00 PM EST" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/66344942@N00/2311098285/" title="11:00 PM EST by bloggingchick, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2146/2311098285_1f3a80cf49.jpg" alt="11:00 PM EST" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/66344942@N00/2311907970/" title="11:00 PM EST by bloggingchick, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3261/2311907970_2d7ff6ebaf_o.jpg" alt="11:00 PM EST" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/66344942@N00/2311907882/" title="11:00 PM EST by bloggingchick, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3003/2311907882_dbeeb2f624_o.jpg" alt="11:00 PM EST" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a chair I accidentally left sitting on the balcony and is covered with snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/66344942@N00/2311935904/" title="Chair covered with snow by bloggingchick, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3173/2311935904_7824b14bc6.jpg" alt="Chair covered with snow" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktangalan.blogspot.com/feeds/5354894809646164735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5341919/5354894809646164735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341919/posts/default/5354894809646164735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341919/posts/default/5354894809646164735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktangalan.blogspot.com/2008/03/snow.html' title='Snow'/><author><name>BloggerChick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='35' height='35' src='//www.blogger.com/img/blogger_logo_round_35.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3176/2311099153_2768511b02_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5341919.post-8326851918581121019</id><published>2008-03-04T15:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T15:10:09.273-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my cat'/><title type='text'>My silly cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSbXLBvkfBRW_1n85BhtmNvsXozpJWumu_HC5ml-8Dat7hd4qMHlYnqVqx6L2p5hqLc_npZ9RAT5XWdnwj25LNy0ibHoOOvB5B5U9jbv8EVG2ypcypxqAfpP815BmbBgYONqGBAg/s1600-h/IMG_0392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSbXLBvkfBRW_1n85BhtmNvsXozpJWumu_HC5ml-8Dat7hd4qMHlYnqVqx6L2p5hqLc_npZ9RAT5XWdnwj25LNy0ibHoOOvB5B5U9jbv8EVG2ypcypxqAfpP815BmbBgYONqGBAg/s400/IMG_0392.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173981196684994978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktangalan.blogspot.com/feeds/8326851918581121019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5341919/8326851918581121019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341919/posts/default/8326851918581121019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/5341919/posts/default/8326851918581121019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktangalan.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-silly-cat.html' title='My silly cat'/><author><name>BloggerChick</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='35' height='35' src='//www.blogger.com/img/blogger_logo_round_35.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSbXLBvkfBRW_1n85BhtmNvsXozpJWumu_HC5ml-8Dat7hd4qMHlYnqVqx6L2p5hqLc_npZ9RAT5XWdnwj25LNy0ibHoOOvB5B5U9jbv8EVG2ypcypxqAfpP815BmbBgYONqGBAg/s72-c/IMG_0392.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>