<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701501055051865324</id><updated>2024-09-19T19:17:45.264-04:00</updated><category term="hot dog guy"/><category term="bear"/><category term="movies"/><category term="heights"/><category term="BRUCE WILLIS IS A GHOST"/><category term="Cops"/><category term="HvZ"/><category term="Inception"/><category term="Mindfuck"/><category term="OH MY GOD MY TEETH"/><category term="Primer"/><category term="Steve Perry"/><category term="Walmart"/><category term="YELLING"/><category term="argument"/><category term="arrested development"/><category term="attention"/><category term="batman"/><category term="bicycle"/><category term="canoe"/><category term="caps lock"/><category term="catchy"/><category term="clowns"/><category term="college"/><category term="cruise control"/><category term="crying"/><category term="deathstar"/><category term="denist"/><category term="dentist"/><category term="doors"/><category term="dvds"/><category term="elevators"/><category term="evil"/><category term="free"/><category term="frontflip"/><category term="ghosts"/><category term="hot air balloon"/><category term="jobs"/><category term="michael cera"/><category term="music"/><category term="pain"/><category term="panic"/><category term="people dodging"/><category term="robot"/><category term="scott pilgrim"/><category term="scratches"/><category term="slow walkers"/><category term="smells"/><category term="spiders"/><category term="spoilers"/><category term="strangers"/><category term="tag"/><category term="tv"/><category term="under pressure"/><category term="venture bros"/><category term="walking"/><category term="walking&#39;s lame"/><category term="water"/><title type='text'>Incorrect Spelling Accepted</title><subtitle type='html'>A blog with endless possibilities, and no set direction.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrectspellingaccepted.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701501055051865324/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrectspellingaccepted.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701501055051865324/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18220566766013893660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dwnd55GtYyY/TFEtwojG2mI/AAAAAAAAABU/_ZcW_WCEgB0/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-29+at+03.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701501055051865324.post-4000138682424920189</id><published>2011-05-15T23:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T23:54:49.290-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="people dodging"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="slow walkers"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Walmart"/><title type='text'>Swift Maneuverability</title><content type='html'>This summer has been pretty boring so far, only a couple instances of awesome times being had. I blame that on the lack of things to do here at home as well as my pretty weak imagination. Today was shaping up to be another one of those boring days, filling out applications beginning when I woke up but then something magical happened. I was told that I had to go to Walmart with my Dad to pick up some stuff for the week, what some would probably call a mundane task. However, I knew that Walmart was more than just a place for shopping, it was a place for me to brush up on my skills, in the ancient art of people dodging.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;The Battleground&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Now some of you may be asking me, &quot;What the hell is people dodging?&quot;, and that&#39;s a legitimate question. I know a lot of people just kind of get blocked by other people when they&#39;re shopping, like running into a slow moving brick wall. I, however, do not like getting stuck behind slow moving people and it happens to me more than I would like, something I would attribute to my long legs. So in an attempt to move around the people that are slowing me down, I use my people dodging skills.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;This is what slow people look like to me&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I first had to really hone my skills in high school, when I had to make it to class in a certain amount of time and there was a 100% chance that I was gonna encounter slow moving people. I snaked my way through the crowds pretty well, but being an amateur at the time there were multiple collisions and horrible pileups that occurred because of them.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;This just got really awkward&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;In college though I was able to get better at it, and that might also have been because of their being more options for avoiding people. So today when I was in the store I managed to keep my collisions to 0 even though there were a couple close calls, like when I was in the pharmacy section and I had to make a wide right to avoid someone else. Besides running into someone, the biggest risk is that awkward moment following a collision. It may be the reason why some people don&#39;t take the risk of people dodging, but I have to say the time saved is worth the risk taken.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Hopefully that excuse works. If not, run away.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;So next time you&#39;re in Walmart or anywhere else that&#39;s extremely crowded just try to weave in between people and see how many you can avoid. You may get lucky and not hit anyone, but prepare for some awkward glances when you do.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrectspellingaccepted.blogspot.com/feeds/4000138682424920189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://incorrectspellingaccepted.blogspot.com/2011/05/swift-maneuverability.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701501055051865324/posts/default/4000138682424920189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701501055051865324/posts/default/4000138682424920189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrectspellingaccepted.blogspot.com/2011/05/swift-maneuverability.html' title='Swift Maneuverability'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18220566766013893660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dwnd55GtYyY/TFEtwojG2mI/AAAAAAAAABU/_ZcW_WCEgB0/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-29+at+03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf-S_FVATEW5f0HK_yhUPp84K_wE8Rm32LHyfx9f-Mwpc2Uo3LdLhqLrkd5FdtdwpjH-lmDPF9pbGlUGZNuqsciV3xWAp_f_Q6E2tFyxCm5CgkJpVtOQw3ki3D9gOgN_I1_r3BYq35x1E/s72-c/aisle5.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701501055051865324.post-3777402899239885495</id><published>2011-05-02T23:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T23:33:23.194-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Basics</title><content type='html'>It&#39;s been a good 5 months since I&#39;ve posted anything and I&#39;m back to put my opinion on the internet. I ran out of free time this last semester of school and this blog had to be put on the back burner. But now, it&#39;s summer time again, the time when this blog began, and a good time to bring it back to life.&lt;br /&gt;
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It&#39;s summer break and I plan on seeing a movie tomorrow, &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1262416/&quot;&gt;Scream 4&lt;/a&gt;. Don&#39;t judge me, I&#39;ve been a fan of the series since the beginning and wanna see where it ends up. It made me think of the type of people I&#39;m gonna have to deal with in theater tomorrow. As is typical with a scary movie, the audience is usually the annoying kind that decides to talk at the screen (THEY CAN&#39;T HEAR YOU THROUGH THE 4TH WALL). That&#39;s only the tip of the iceberg of annoying movie theater patrons that is sinking my titanic of movie enjoyment.(Did you see that metaphor right there? It&#39;s a sign I&#39;ve thought about this before.)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Kinda how it feels&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;The next obvious annoyance in any movie theater is definitely the person on their cell phone. I understand an attempt at a quick text or something while trying to hide the light from your phone but I&#39;m talking about people that answer phone calls in the theater. You may not think that people are actually inconsiderate enough to do that but I&#39;ve seen it happen before, twice from the same person. The girl got a phone call, answered it, hung up, then answered another phone call before she was booed out of the theater. Why would a person come to a movie, then talk to someone else during it, I DON&#39;T GET IT. I can kinda understand people not really caring back at college where the movies are free but I would probably reach back and slap someone trying to attempt that stuff in a theater where I paid.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Pictured: Me, cursing her name.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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If the person on the cell phone doesn&#39;t make you lose some faith in humanity then how about the person that kicks your chair throughout the movie. Nothing like my chair vibrating in tune with the action on screen, oh wait that&#39;s not supposed to happen, and that vibration is not in tune with the movie. Turns out the person sitting behind you would like to know they&#39;re sitting there, every, 10, seconds. It&#39;s pretty inconsiderate, strike that, it&#39;s extremely inconsiderate, but a lot of people just don&#39;t care. You can always try to turn around and glare at the person but they might not even be paying attention, so all you get is a distraction from your movie. Or you could attempt to talk to the person but then...&lt;br /&gt;
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You are the person that I was initially talking about. In your fruitless attempt to the become the savior of the movie theater you&#39;ve become the person talking during the movie. It&#39;s such a shame that many souls go down this inevitable road, and theirs not much in the way of stopping it. The only way is for people to stop being assholes in movie theaters but that&#39;s easier said than done for most.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrectspellingaccepted.blogspot.com/feeds/3777402899239885495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://incorrectspellingaccepted.blogspot.com/2011/05/back-to-basics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701501055051865324/posts/default/3777402899239885495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701501055051865324/posts/default/3777402899239885495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrectspellingaccepted.blogspot.com/2011/05/back-to-basics.html' title='Back to Basics'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18220566766013893660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dwnd55GtYyY/TFEtwojG2mI/AAAAAAAAABU/_ZcW_WCEgB0/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-29+at+03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbncl6Q-Ly2ID9CpDHDKP4Joi_KYlDYb60qZtz3-gFURgGS_RM3sj0rGoHr4PpEOexjTQhfj4WmItwIsqhDjeDzAJGGmeRC6ffZlh50G2guq4QCZ7JmM4PKYhXsvbGR6Eo5_DJm8AV58Q/s72-c/1292216513478.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701501055051865324.post-8417632170953277852</id><published>2010-12-21T23:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T23:50:43.202-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="elevators"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hot dog guy"/><title type='text'>Not Cool Man</title><content type='html'>Finals week is over at last, with my final exam of the week being my Programming one at 7:30 in the morning on Friday. Overall the week wasn&#39;t too bad but the last 2 weeks following Thanksgiving Break didn&#39;t give me a lot of time to make another blog post. So now that it&#39;s Winter Break I plan on getting out at least 2-3 blog posts over the time and possibly even more. Today&#39;s idea came to me when I was riding down in the elevator after Physics one day.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I don&#39;t feel as bad when I&#39;m not the only one being lazy.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;The building that Physics is in is usually the busiest building on campus so when we were getting onto the elevator on the 3rd floor it was natural that a lot of people were gonna get on. The elevator was completely full so when we went down and it stopped at the 2nd floor the people that were waiting there were just going to wait for the next one, but one man decided he could fit. He would soon see the error in his ways.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzHT2MHbAy476CAA0Cdv3W_FwePqDbKeOXT9_SkOytiOmu5PK0F4jlP364T3aVK815pwq9r3_uRlQq9gFV7cVtPHf6lj2Gsu-_EXqV5Y2plFqWcbhlxrzC9eu4ZQAPDB8Qiy1ah0SlwkM/s1600/hotdogguyelevator_readjusted.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;210&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzHT2MHbAy476CAA0Cdv3W_FwePqDbKeOXT9_SkOytiOmu5PK0F4jlP364T3aVK815pwq9r3_uRlQq9gFV7cVtPHf6lj2Gsu-_EXqV5Y2plFqWcbhlxrzC9eu4ZQAPDB8Qiy1ah0SlwkM/s320/hotdogguyelevator_readjusted.png&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;It&#39;s now becoming obvious, that hot dog guy is an asshole.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;So as we&#39;re all trying to squeeze into the elevator even tighter to fit this one guy he hits the alarm button on the elevator, which causes it to go off and the doors to remain open.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;The looks say it all&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;And if you can&#39;t read looks have some words&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;The look on the guy&#39;s face was one of not only regret but disappointment, because now he was being stared at by every single person on the elevator. The elevator was now not going down anymore because the fact that the alarm went off. Everyone then had to take the stairs down from 2 and they made sure to give the guy the nastiest looks on the way off the elevator.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlCKi2ntNoZhCE7OHOmWBCBfDojspxrvP8_up0YvOT0i1YUyFxdSfSmrdG9nQtcz8ek0cp7MNzb6xh2Ompqqzavevjsbca5G0L0g_DS7DNsPH4oRSVM8vjkbq6YxnCLlvQ2gSqp7aR9XY/s1600/regret3_resize.png&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlCKi2ntNoZhCE7OHOmWBCBfDojspxrvP8_up0YvOT0i1YUyFxdSfSmrdG9nQtcz8ek0cp7MNzb6xh2Ompqqzavevjsbca5G0L0g_DS7DNsPH4oRSVM8vjkbq6YxnCLlvQ2gSqp7aR9XY/s1600/regret3_resize.png&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Now we all know why he&#39;s always crying, because he deserves it.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Something else that seems to get people aggravated in regards to the elevators there is when someone rushes to catch an elevator where everyone is going to 3 and the proceeds to press 2. I would say that that person could easily just walk the flight of stairs down from 3 but I&#39;m also pretty lazy, I&#39;m just thankful that I never had to do something that makes me look like a jerk like that.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrectspellingaccepted.blogspot.com/feeds/8417632170953277852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://incorrectspellingaccepted.blogspot.com/2010/12/not-cool-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701501055051865324/posts/default/8417632170953277852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701501055051865324/posts/default/8417632170953277852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrectspellingaccepted.blogspot.com/2010/12/not-cool-man.html' title='Not Cool Man'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18220566766013893660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dwnd55GtYyY/TFEtwojG2mI/AAAAAAAAABU/_ZcW_WCEgB0/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-29+at+03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN5ITc8UxMNh_RYn4wiDswJO_2KYMDpbjk2IQGKTyM_BY_ntBnahlWkC5amC0MMOg-Tw_fT-dEexHx2G-tj4_6j5MCJIRdB6b0sWPM-sFpiztyfDU7APcoJnoP4zFCno2_b6Z9UUKqORc/s72-c/elevator1done_readjusted.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701501055051865324.post-886582933593035979</id><published>2010-11-20T18:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T18:30:21.961-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hot dog guy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="smells"/><title type='text'>Smells that Stay</title><content type='html'>It has come to my attention that it&#39;s been way too long since my last post and I need to do something to rectify that situation, so here I am. I think the thing that kinda makes me take a while in getting posts up is the drawing but that&#39;s the most fun part so I never wanted stop those. This week I kinda thought back to an idea I had a little while ago that I&#39;m sure many people have encountered in various situations and that&#39;s the way people smell. Good or bad, you know the way people smell is gonna be interesting experience.&lt;br /&gt;
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You&#39;re probably think what it was that made me think about the way people smell and it was a bad experience greater than any other I&#39;ve had. I was sitting in Mythology one day and the class had started and no one else was around me because it was a Friday. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;All the mythology is mine for the taking&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;But then the girl that normally sits next to me walks in and sits down.  The smell that starts generating from her direction brought me back to  the days of high school biology. She legitimately smelled like  formaldehyde, and there was nothing that I could do about the situation  because we have assigned seats. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;What have I done&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;So I&#39;m just kind of sitting there as she sits down and the smell just hits me in the face and I just start leaning slowly away from her. Since the guy that usually sits on the other side isn&#39;t next to me on the other side I take the opportunity to distance myself as much as possible from her.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr3lDyM2XXFGU4ixivHjYWUSCXoCQpES5G3OAobGzN0_UO6BKw31DnL7EMDXfbsAXbHCD0Gok1-u0rdVMFcX5fcDnajIbDk9BuUcZ-MgiZ8U62S_ObZqbjC6piN-k9e1_gAV368T22yWo/s1600/pigsmell3.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;159&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr3lDyM2XXFGU4ixivHjYWUSCXoCQpES5G3OAobGzN0_UO6BKw31DnL7EMDXfbsAXbHCD0Gok1-u0rdVMFcX5fcDnajIbDk9BuUcZ-MgiZ8U62S_ObZqbjC6piN-k9e1_gAV368T22yWo/s320/pigsmell3.png&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Maximum lean angle has been reached&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;It worked for a while until the air would blow that smell my direction and then my concentration on the class was broken. &lt;br /&gt;
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The whole situation made me wonder how bad someone can smell before I&#39;m allowed to say something. Society says that it&#39;s wrong for me to tell the girl that smells extremely awful that she smells that way because it makes me seem rude, even though I&#39;m just trying to save everyone else that might end up in that same situation. Maybe it&#39;s just because I see that girl a lot that I&#39;m not really allowed to say she smells bad but I wonder if I were in an elevator with the same person just one time if I could say something.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;In this dramatic reenactment, the part of the girl that smells like formaldehyde is played by hot dog guy.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Because in an elevator, I&#39;m sure that I&#39;m not the only person that is smelling the same thing, so it&#39;s just me speaking for the group at that point. It&#39;s also not like we asked to ride the elevator with someone that smelled bad, I think most of the blame falls back on that person.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOklbtv_P_3bkxfXD-so3Q3Hb7lKyZn6w6asXjQtw4hRyma4ffj49ylvbvd3odEL264m2xzCzORko3SusoSFLnF_6NrhS24j7RQvxRUZN2DbToWGGVQONsIl8QUgn5F18iPqUq5gmPA2w/s1600/elevator3.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;282&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOklbtv_P_3bkxfXD-so3Q3Hb7lKyZn6w6asXjQtw4hRyma4ffj49ylvbvd3odEL264m2xzCzORko3SusoSFLnF_6NrhS24j7RQvxRUZN2DbToWGGVQONsIl8QUgn5F18iPqUq5gmPA2w/s320/elevator3.png&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;He just wants to be loved&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Going back to the girl in my myth class, I really wonder if she doesn&#39;t know that she smells that bad, because I was under the impression that everyone smelled the same thing. I didn&#39;t think that something that might smell really bad to one person could smell really good to someone else. I was pretty positive that perfume counters try not to sell people stuff that smells really awful, but maybe I&#39;m wrong and they could just be selling bad smelling perfumes so you&#39;ll eventually have to cover them up with something that smells good. It&#39;s just a constant circle of horrible smells, possibly with a couple good ones in between.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrectspellingaccepted.blogspot.com/feeds/886582933593035979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://incorrectspellingaccepted.blogspot.com/2010/11/smells-that-stay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701501055051865324/posts/default/886582933593035979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701501055051865324/posts/default/886582933593035979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrectspellingaccepted.blogspot.com/2010/11/smells-that-stay.html' title='Smells that Stay'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18220566766013893660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dwnd55GtYyY/TFEtwojG2mI/AAAAAAAAABU/_ZcW_WCEgB0/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-29+at+03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN36GGYrhu6Wjy-2hS_Rgw41cxHDaqxfraag6DqvW9AG9ngdFWvp2dJ4aDlj3P_nGt-ZgTSnfIrBndjpT7jQrf44G0XBM3ud0F4gdfg_H2vHqcFi-DJHL2A-Y_8pnNrU_yJnFHnwv6WJc/s72-c/pigsmell.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701501055051865324.post-3177931225381296198</id><published>2010-10-30T18:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T18:42:09.983-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bear"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="free"/><title type='text'>Free-for-all</title><content type='html'>I realized today that my college experience seems to be filled with receiving large amounts of free stuff on a weekly basis. I already knew that it was mostly filled with free food and fliers but I was really excited when Schick was giving away free razors today. It makes me wonder how horrible something free has to be before I refuse to take it, sure it&#39;s easy to refuse things like fliers but how can you possibly refuse a free shirt.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;173&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs19PixLZheGOVC7Qd90L4ScqOXinQJRuoT8rA87iVivtBR0s1nbqN6CrwDvHCqVK-u3vL1hj2NJY29HYATlqYAcG49KCsuqSNxlEdthhml7wqNXwKx55jq5EQqg8oIHorXTIBUPHA0eQ/s200/shirt.png&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&quot;....and the bloodstains are practically all gone.&quot;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs19PixLZheGOVC7Qd90L4ScqOXinQJRuoT8rA87iVivtBR0s1nbqN6CrwDvHCqVK-u3vL1hj2NJY29HYATlqYAcG49KCsuqSNxlEdthhml7wqNXwKx55jq5EQqg8oIHorXTIBUPHA0eQ/s1600/shirt.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Now that I think about it I have a really low standard at which I take free things. I actually took a free t-shirt from the Denny&#39;s grand opening on campus not too long ago just because it was a free shirt. After I took the shirt I thought about how I would never wear it because I don&#39;t want people to think I work at Denny&#39;s. It&#39;s probably just gonna sit in my closet on a hanger waiting for a day where it can be worn, which is most likely never. There may be an odd instance where I&#39;m gonna need clothes for painting or something and I&#39;ll have a shirt for it. Hell, I could even wear it on Halloween and be a Denny&#39;s worker, that&#39;s pretty scary.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy-ZLlVtN0eMCkljVnNTaLk73TkpZldGrZiPV-aKTjhCsN-R4dxzBA-WU2sA63i1fmltfQ_64LMMKGuW_0GDKBU6f39bsY5oZOT7vXdAJPeKIFRWm66IjFcn_KYrYFrDL0FlqAHtoR5So/s200/shirt2.png&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot; width=&quot;155&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;It&#39;s almost the ghost of a person&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy-ZLlVtN0eMCkljVnNTaLk73TkpZldGrZiPV-aKTjhCsN-R4dxzBA-WU2sA63i1fmltfQ_64LMMKGuW_0GDKBU6f39bsY5oZOT7vXdAJPeKIFRWm66IjFcn_KYrYFrDL0FlqAHtoR5So/s1600/shirt2.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It makes me wonder where I would draw the line of things that I would take for free, I&#39;m pretty sure that I wouldn&#39;t take a free sample of any type of fully organic food, because I just find that stuff gross. But I say that now, and on Monday I can see them giving out like organic health bars in the union and if I&#39;m hungry I may take a whole handful.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&quot;What about the orphans?&quot;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD8lHI-nxJk_YP3de1nrypsfRx4CNCu15UbjAmZORZWzL-KzM3T7Gvhm885SNXVGLRCy7kqhHVwY6nvmJFW1yHeDUG_lDBZ4zDTJ1YUpdM0QvmGcw5mrKEiT0UdbXAcn4LBu2tfOu0roE/s1600/food.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It seems that my willingness to accept something that is handed to me is based on how desperate I am in getting something free that day or if I&#39;m really hungry. However, I think that if I were handed something a bit more dangerous than some free organic food bars then I may have another opinion on the matter all together. What if someone were to start giving out dangerous animals one day, I would most definitely accept them if they were in a cage.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;210&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQWZmo0R8GX35PaALkJdZWL3jER0sfVAYxXy279v8z3YxhOibPe8eNwG6yYEvVgBbZhW9CY5yc6s4KQl9FSV2FWX7yH0Bna0aW_cCGNL1OVplS3EVOMUu3H27JFltfj6_1fPSIP0RIQ7s/s320/freebears.png&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;And only 2 left, what are the odds&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQWZmo0R8GX35PaALkJdZWL3jER0sfVAYxXy279v8z3YxhOibPe8eNwG6yYEvVgBbZhW9CY5yc6s4KQl9FSV2FWX7yH0Bna0aW_cCGNL1OVplS3EVOMUu3H27JFltfj6_1fPSIP0RIQ7s/s1600/freebears.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But if the dangerous animals were just released onto to campus and you had to cage them yourself then there&#39;s no way in hell I would take them, even though they&#39;re free.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;They just want to give you free hugs&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsO2Oio1lag7uk0mHw88FnSWi-cu816m2yxVfuFpGlj1_pQFrwh9SRx9-CgPFGyVWPQQjPctjKuyd6mWwssXUJn7DtyNxZfz2BRgTR7EVsbJi17Foalg3bwB28-39waxMwNFaWA1-MX4k/s1600/loosebears.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My limit for taking something that&#39;s free seems to all depend on how dangerous something is, and how out of the way it would be for me to get it. Free dangerous animals would be awesome if they were all in cages, because then they&#39;re not really dangerous. As soon as the animals are just let loose then I have to do too much work to get one and they&#39;re really not free anymore.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrectspellingaccepted.blogspot.com/feeds/3177931225381296198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://incorrectspellingaccepted.blogspot.com/2010/10/free-for-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701501055051865324/posts/default/3177931225381296198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701501055051865324/posts/default/3177931225381296198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrectspellingaccepted.blogspot.com/2010/10/free-for-all.html' title='Free-for-all'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18220566766013893660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dwnd55GtYyY/TFEtwojG2mI/AAAAAAAAABU/_ZcW_WCEgB0/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-29+at+03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs19PixLZheGOVC7Qd90L4ScqOXinQJRuoT8rA87iVivtBR0s1nbqN6CrwDvHCqVK-u3vL1hj2NJY29HYATlqYAcG49KCsuqSNxlEdthhml7wqNXwKx55jq5EQqg8oIHorXTIBUPHA0eQ/s72-c/shirt.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701501055051865324.post-8350189474254803080</id><published>2010-10-18T20:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T20:02:16.214-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="strangers"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="walking"/><title type='text'>Strange Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This past week has been pretty busy but incredibly awesome at the same, and now I&#39;m back with a little bit of free time and ready to post something new. I&#39;ve been walking around campus a lot lately and I&#39;ve noticed that the sidewalks can get really awkward really fast. What I&#39;m talking about is how you encounter someone on a sidewalk that just happens to be walking on the same side as you, prepare for the situation to get weird.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPqLtQM4whbgBWckhSrt9Ak2dgvsSPrfS50dAjvEgqlv-9F3OXG9Kj0nwtaWcksevEqgQ8qW0sDM0f6IdRQ30A0BN6bjReLCjjUXodWAFVhsLEBucYViQzg-s-aPPv1O-GQAy6aRV4nKE/s1600/sidewalk1.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPqLtQM4whbgBWckhSrt9Ak2dgvsSPrfS50dAjvEgqlv-9F3OXG9Kj0nwtaWcksevEqgQ8qW0sDM0f6IdRQ30A0BN6bjReLCjjUXodWAFVhsLEBucYViQzg-s-aPPv1O-GQAy6aRV4nKE/s320/sidewalk1.png&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;So you think, &quot;Ok I&#39;ll just move to the other side of the sidewalk so I can go around&quot;. But little do you know, the person walking towards you is thinking the exact same thing.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&quot;I&#39;m never getting to class on time&quot;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggqZlGvsdkiLPJMyPPknhX5ZxpcUmYjV_u67e3HRPcqqv5EWNez7ld6dNaYyu-OFEvbadjkFIzZM8OV3uNzDmMwF3Gq1Ljt9P4WXMj4VBO_Ru0mMWGDzFWG0rhY3o4Iph-1gSar0D3xb4/s1600/sidewalk2.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The situation will quickly escalate from that point, and you&#39;ll both end up countering each others moves. Then when you finally run into one another, you just try and laugh it off but in reality you&#39;re crying on the inside. There was one girl that I encountered in this type of situation that had a sort of evil laugh after we couldn&#39;t figure out which way to go, like she planned. Right after we walked past each other I was thinking in my mind that she wanted me to look stupid so she was blocking my path on purpose and that&#39;s why she had an evil laugh. I&#39;ve been trying to come up with a good way to stop this from happening again and I may have come up with something.&lt;br /&gt;
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The most obvious solution is a shirt that directs anyone walking towards you to the right side of the sidewalk.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;He has no pants. Get over it.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;That solution however doesn&#39;t work if you encounter an illiterate on your journey, or a blind person for that matter, so you may just have to take advantage of the awkwardness and make it even more awkward. The best approach to increasing the awkwardness is to try and high five the person in the process of trying to avoid them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;193&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOIrvPfTdAzxk0xk-F9fs8u3rOJK6wplFS945D5_e4wdpKF_J24N0EXJX7HX3vhXAWCh1sFMc9bzDCM5tm_lKJAHGx3Mbh_zWefZiN20WQLxirrYjF7p2w7vWbHopp04OmhuN-lOz6i8s/s200/sidewalk3.png&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;High five for being awesome&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOIrvPfTdAzxk0xk-F9fs8u3rOJK6wplFS945D5_e4wdpKF_J24N0EXJX7HX3vhXAWCh1sFMc9bzDCM5tm_lKJAHGx3Mbh_zWefZiN20WQLxirrYjF7p2w7vWbHopp04OmhuN-lOz6i8s/s1600/sidewalk3.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;The key to winning a sidewalk stare down means that you have to make the person walking towards you feel more uncomfortable then you feel. Attempting to give the person a high five definitely accomplishes this goal because most people aren&#39;t sure how to react when a stranger goes for a high five. But then what&#39;s even better is if right when they go to give you a high five, make it seem like you were waving to someone behind them then no matter if they go for the high five or not they end up in an extremely awkward position. Or you could be like that girl that I walked past that just started laughing all evil like at me as I walked past, because that planted a crazy psychological doubt in my mind about how I walk on a sidewalk.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrectspellingaccepted.blogspot.com/feeds/8350189474254803080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://incorrectspellingaccepted.blogspot.com/2010/10/strange-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701501055051865324/posts/default/8350189474254803080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701501055051865324/posts/default/8350189474254803080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrectspellingaccepted.blogspot.com/2010/10/strange-things.html' title='Strange Things'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18220566766013893660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dwnd55GtYyY/TFEtwojG2mI/AAAAAAAAABU/_ZcW_WCEgB0/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-29+at+03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPqLtQM4whbgBWckhSrt9Ak2dgvsSPrfS50dAjvEgqlv-9F3OXG9Kj0nwtaWcksevEqgQ8qW0sDM0f6IdRQ30A0BN6bjReLCjjUXodWAFVhsLEBucYViQzg-s-aPPv1O-GQAy6aRV4nKE/s72-c/sidewalk1.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701501055051865324.post-5918831955687407120</id><published>2010-10-09T00:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T00:19:22.547-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More to Come</title><content type='html'>It&#39;s been well over a week since my latest post and I just haven&#39;t had the time to make any new drawings. I wanted to ensure whoever reads this that I still plan on posting weekly but that this week was pretty busy, and I&#39;m pretty sure I can expect next week to be the same way. Even if it is I&#39;m going to try and come up with another post that hopefully will make some people laugh, others cry, and the last group of people laugh at people crying. I&#39;m going to count this as an intermediate blog post where I really don&#39;t talk about anything but it let&#39;s people know I don&#39;t want this thing to die, so I&#39;ll leave you with a song that&#39;s been in my head since I saw the band in concert on Tuesday. It&#39;s a great song that sound even better when it was played live.&lt;br /&gt;
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Another band that was there was The Lonely Forest and they have some pretty good stuff, I might as well link to one of their songs that I think is the best.&lt;br /&gt;
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I hope you enjoy those while I work on something that has a little bit more to it in terms of actual talking points.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrectspellingaccepted.blogspot.com/feeds/5918831955687407120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://incorrectspellingaccepted.blogspot.com/2010/10/more-to-come.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701501055051865324/posts/default/5918831955687407120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701501055051865324/posts/default/5918831955687407120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrectspellingaccepted.blogspot.com/2010/10/more-to-come.html' title='More to Come'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18220566766013893660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dwnd55GtYyY/TFEtwojG2mI/AAAAAAAAABU/_ZcW_WCEgB0/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-29+at+03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701501055051865324.post-5548411863579243535</id><published>2010-09-29T00:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T00:29:09.003-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bear"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="under pressure"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="water"/><title type='text'>The Pressure&#39;s On</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I had no idea how much fun drawing bears was until I finished my last blog post. The only thing that&#39;s really annoying about drawing bears though is the fact that their eyes are all weird and so I found a way to solve that problem. Before I get to the actual topic of this post I drew you some more pictures of bears, fixing the problem that I had with their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;208&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-lF017xtw31BDyeD_fnntVAQ0S5INfMlqFJLiWP1TyhrUco2-ei_R37yKuPqMIuhxUjYKI0bqSVMDhKduKElA8fi0po6axJsm77Z4Uf1bbFFxN9N6T37Ju5SaCd-W4jjbrMRATpVS6dw/s320/bear.png&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Only you can prevent looking lame&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-lF017xtw31BDyeD_fnntVAQ0S5INfMlqFJLiWP1TyhrUco2-ei_R37yKuPqMIuhxUjYKI0bqSVMDhKduKElA8fi0po6axJsm77Z4Uf1bbFFxN9N6T37Ju5SaCd-W4jjbrMRATpVS6dw/s1600/bear.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSScDKJWC-2SOs3Jz8In9j9D8kOaxI82vCFGsNDk9Mp_CYI5imDLNcxp63vmHvCgKyaT56MkgkgOH32AS4tYxlQXWpMVbkdYFDv6Qdva5mZN6H-yCOpz1wAvVBTeIHjIyEkRIZAi9_hjQ/s320/bear2.png&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot; width=&quot;224&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;He just wants a hug&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSScDKJWC-2SOs3Jz8In9j9D8kOaxI82vCFGsNDk9Mp_CYI5imDLNcxp63vmHvCgKyaT56MkgkgOH32AS4tYxlQXWpMVbkdYFDv6Qdva5mZN6H-yCOpz1wAvVBTeIHjIyEkRIZAi9_hjQ/s1600/bear2.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I totally just added sunglasses so that I could just ignore drawing the eyes all together. But that&#39;s enough with the bears for this post, but expect more rogue bears later as I perfect my bear drawing abilities.&lt;br /&gt;
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This week&#39;s topic of conversation is one that I know everyone has experienced and I guess it can be considered peer pressure. It&#39;s not the type of &quot;come do drugs cause they&#39;re cool&quot; peer pressure, because that&#39;s just stupid. The peer pressure I&#39;m talking about is the kind that you experience just doing normal everyday activities like getting a drink of water from a water fountain.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPGQJFGVtBusf1g_haeK2W-uMD1bkFpXmlZWi-Jplpmn0jZ0ONM5MevJLMbJXtSD01aivIOxzFWC8reY30X6uqJXCP9WuqWaDkvkvnLWbFKooskySHPs0vzLFrw8vhSWNIl-inQ-tsOmc/s1600/fountain1.png&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;It&#39;s just water, or so you think...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPGQJFGVtBusf1g_haeK2W-uMD1bkFpXmlZWi-Jplpmn0jZ0ONM5MevJLMbJXtSD01aivIOxzFWC8reY30X6uqJXCP9WuqWaDkvkvnLWbFKooskySHPs0vzLFrw8vhSWNIl-inQ-tsOmc/s1600/fountain1.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It starts off with it just being you behind another guy at the water fountain and you&#39;re thinking about how you&#39;ll be able to get a huge drink of water since no one&#39;s behind you. But you could only dream to be that lucky.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO-_qFBTXfXoSm_fWoLOJXVuTKrW-j2PSWJdArRfyAnACQsGN9gEm6Z4isJw9HIvMoyLtVdCei9835Cu_S2YBxsxbuE8Ww7bolcJcqd91KaDOQ29trihIZroMGK2u0BkpbcotKTsT5Vjc/s1600/fountain2.png&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;The point when everyone became thirsty&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO-_qFBTXfXoSm_fWoLOJXVuTKrW-j2PSWJdArRfyAnACQsGN9gEm6Z4isJw9HIvMoyLtVdCei9835Cu_S2YBxsxbuE8Ww7bolcJcqd91KaDOQ29trihIZroMGK2u0BkpbcotKTsT5Vjc/s1600/fountain2.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Suddenly, a line of 3 or 4 people forms as soon as the person before you is done getting a drink. Now the only thing that you can think about while you&#39;re getting a drink is how you&#39;re making the people behind you wait to get a drink. The pressure starts digging in, and most likely at this point the water that&#39;s coming from the fountain has decided to only come out in single drops just to build that pressure up even more. Eventually you&#39;ll leave the water fountain, getting way less to drink than you originally intended.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqOx8nbk0hIb_0hgUhOOfi8L5lZGuZFpOFYAUCrQMnYX-Kc5NXKOK_HxRShztqLjOn_GCJ_OxT6O6qX-eWVbL0s9BtcpzG554KHTKYa187Xy2pVXQO1D7fjew-WSMrDgnP4olNwLMOJ3c/s1600/fountain3.png&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&quot;That should be my water.&quot;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqOx8nbk0hIb_0hgUhOOfi8L5lZGuZFpOFYAUCrQMnYX-Kc5NXKOK_HxRShztqLjOn_GCJ_OxT6O6qX-eWVbL0s9BtcpzG554KHTKYa187Xy2pVXQO1D7fjew-WSMrDgnP4olNwLMOJ3c/s1600/fountain3.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Now you&#39;re dehydrated still and are going to be thinking about how dry your throat is until you get something else to drink. This kind of peer pressure isn&#39;t just experienced at water fountains, it also comes up in regular conversations.&lt;br /&gt;
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Everyone has been in the situation where they&#39;re hanging out with a large group of people, but the rest of the group is split with other conversations. So you decide this is the perfect time to tell a joke you heard to the 3 people listening.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie4oClNwrQeoJ1l1xJPfdv2Yhrcc3OkzVHrkXjAAVB6ODJAQb8St1KV0y98f9tnkX_lF9xL1W2qsgMEO2Y2v9Jj4jJLR5NhIZFLk61O8guP0sm5iI_hQzo2VGKSpZrSEba5D_twhyphenhyphen1U5w/s1600/convo.png&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&quot;So a cow walks into a bar...&quot;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie4oClNwrQeoJ1l1xJPfdv2Yhrcc3OkzVHrkXjAAVB6ODJAQb8St1KV0y98f9tnkX_lF9xL1W2qsgMEO2Y2v9Jj4jJLR5NhIZFLk61O8guP0sm5iI_hQzo2VGKSpZrSEba5D_twhyphenhyphen1U5w/s1600/convo.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But all of a sudden, the rest of the group stops talking to each other and focuses on you. You&#39;ve been singled out as the only person that&#39;s carrying on a conversation anymore and everyone wants to hear what you have to say. Now that joke you&#39;re telling better make people laugh, or you kinda look like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVfyOx9Aww7coOgIBXDcEfCeCGsR-psi8oO3i07lPvgnqAeK3Iyyb15rbrYTBXaUG9OKYX_TTEiOHRnfV7MPCeSfLwaom1OYpKanbycdPai5VNhyphenhyphenmSq5P9vgAEKH_dpTxPuRCWRhSLBZ8/s1600/convo2.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;232&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxdQpDsJRDz9Tl2y-LpkcwugoDvjojkP2mwdVskr0fTJOBKgyQCJz8P-Stp9coGiFg6ypF1THPKoD0hk9QRXSVlUeezOKJ51pbozUun0o8uuTe1KdWvdmde2ztuB6HciSFffzaxJxRuAg/s320/convo2.png&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&quot;And the whole village was destroyed&quot;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxdQpDsJRDz9Tl2y-LpkcwugoDvjojkP2mwdVskr0fTJOBKgyQCJz8P-Stp9coGiFg6ypF1THPKoD0hk9QRXSVlUeezOKJ51pbozUun0o8uuTe1KdWvdmde2ztuB6HciSFffzaxJxRuAg/s1600/convo2.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You then end up realizing half way through the joke that it&#39;s really not funny at all and that it&#39;s actually a news story that you heard on CNN, how you got the two confused you&#39;ll never know. It&#39;s too late though, you already told the joke and no one laughed. The entire atmosphere has fallen into an awkward silence with you trying to hide your tears with the only laughter.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;232&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirKgHB3McLTWLEHMgnVsBKwHQ5gTFCPJz1iroU2-RWLWCiUgQl94CJNarTHDVmFt1mz1kXVDs6BjKuxwIOWHbpuZNDDHmBJQxuzI1zyo3kzOWtxlYb00DyjNsfy08nYm6EQ_KJfXcVc6w/s320/convo3.png&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&quot;Get it, the whole village&quot;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirKgHB3McLTWLEHMgnVsBKwHQ5gTFCPJz1iroU2-RWLWCiUgQl94CJNarTHDVmFt1mz1kXVDs6BjKuxwIOWHbpuZNDDHmBJQxuzI1zyo3kzOWtxlYb00DyjNsfy08nYm6EQ_KJfXcVc6w/s1600/convo3.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The joke backfired terribly and made you look like an insensitive jerk that makes jokes about entire villages being destroyed. You might have been able to avoid the situation with the smaller group by simply saying &quot;Oh wait, this was a story I heard&quot; and only a few people would question how you could get 2 things like that mixed up. But after starting the joke with the larger group you can&#39;t just go back because then you&#39;ve disappointed twice as many people. There&#39;s no way to win in a situation like that where the pressure is on and you realize the terrible mistake you have made when it&#39;s too late to turn back.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrectspellingaccepted.blogspot.com/feeds/5548411863579243535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://incorrectspellingaccepted.blogspot.com/2010/09/pressures-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701501055051865324/posts/default/5548411863579243535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701501055051865324/posts/default/5548411863579243535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrectspellingaccepted.blogspot.com/2010/09/pressures-on.html' title='The Pressure&#39;s On'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18220566766013893660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dwnd55GtYyY/TFEtwojG2mI/AAAAAAAAABU/_ZcW_WCEgB0/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-29+at+03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-lF017xtw31BDyeD_fnntVAQ0S5INfMlqFJLiWP1TyhrUco2-ei_R37yKuPqMIuhxUjYKI0bqSVMDhKduKElA8fi0po6axJsm77Z4Uf1bbFFxN9N6T37Ju5SaCd-W4jjbrMRATpVS6dw/s72-c/bear.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701501055051865324.post-7148972988526154139</id><published>2010-09-24T01:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T01:40:24.209-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="attention"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bear"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hot dog guy"/><title type='text'>Results May Vary</title><content type='html'>I was thinking about what I was going to write for this week, being as I promised another post, and I don&#39;t want to disappoint whoever reads every post of this thing. So then I started thinking up what might be a good topic of conversation that could possibly end in tears, because somehow all of my drawings end in tears. The best topic that I could come up with is the best ways to impress a woman.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m definitely not one to be talking about the best ways to impress woman, because right now I&#39;m single and have been for a while, but fear not. The tips that I will provide in this post will most likely gain guys some sort of attention from women but if not, at least you tried and probably failed miserably. The key to gaining anyone&#39;s attention starts with standing out of course, and the best way to stand out is by riding a pogo stick.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;This is gonna be good....&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Look how cool that guy is on that pogo stick, it&#39;s not like you see that everyday. At this point all eyes will be on him and his awesome pogo stick. The next step is to show that he really knows what he&#39;s doing so he should probably do some flips, like so.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgajSYI-uJ-IgTGGw5pXkJq4i8ZtNRBCHd0Af-jpepSsA3cI37UBWT8F4K4-A-oD-tfD4nXD_r_PLeQTewOSADizNtuyTXSOtaAWm2jwZeSYrFv3DF2NjQ1Wh132HA-m7nqqKs5aSCJj5I/s200/pogo2.png&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot; width=&quot;119&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;That&#39;s blood, not a cool afro&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Ok, leave out the part where your head splits open and you should be good to go. I&#39;m pretty sure that will hurt a guys chances with the woman he&#39;s trying to impress. Now that you&#39;ve most likely thoroughly impressed all the women in the vicinity of that flip you did, ask the one you&#39;ve got your eye on out. Make sure though that it&#39;s something more original than just walking up to her and asking. You can try and send her one of my patented Bear-o-grams:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;209&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYx-JnLBfa8RRjJyEHU2XsUq4iFZEj_6bYfoLfcB9ph5eMgFsTR2TK-OHpLadt1vxRitWgNpcLs_S0Qsw4fRct260NwcHEe5zKE-AsfiX0hiuAqmoR4KfHuBWPzf3G-zsYaBLT52PaLdE/s320/bear.png&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Look how happy she is&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYx-JnLBfa8RRjJyEHU2XsUq4iFZEj_6bYfoLfcB9ph5eMgFsTR2TK-OHpLadt1vxRitWgNpcLs_S0Qsw4fRct260NwcHEe5zKE-AsfiX0hiuAqmoR4KfHuBWPzf3G-zsYaBLT52PaLdE/s1600/bear.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The bear has a piece of paper taped to it&#39;s chest asking whether or not she wants to go out with you. If the woman ends up running away from the bear, well at least you tried. You can always go with any of these other perfectly acceptable(also patented ideas):&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;180&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipdy6JoR_a1G4HXHggzEnmkkKnbzIIlMHgDFIlqACoUP6yYhD7JAnzNo-TjemLjEJdwV-beQTpXnV0RYuxwU4SJpocqPsHtQEmOFLrRdTwkNIElfATIiU21Mgi9JASB6QpPa6pu-Wsr7M/s320/dog.png&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;The rabid dog gram&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipdy6JoR_a1G4HXHggzEnmkkKnbzIIlMHgDFIlqACoUP6yYhD7JAnzNo-TjemLjEJdwV-beQTpXnV0RYuxwU4SJpocqPsHtQEmOFLrRdTwkNIElfATIiU21Mgi9JASB6QpPa6pu-Wsr7M/s1600/dog.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;276&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7EbXnUGQmKotowI3UA9pPNWA1oGPfN1yNjqZZjhysEuudbutTxND2DqiwJKlRfMDjce86dT4VyZde_UwlvGpxAOX28RPM7IJzM1oXZ1w3uHJIHG69SFfu2RrrJA55ZpElD6yCaGfRrH0/s320/falcon.png&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;And the terribly drawn falcon gram&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7EbXnUGQmKotowI3UA9pPNWA1oGPfN1yNjqZZjhysEuudbutTxND2DqiwJKlRfMDjce86dT4VyZde_UwlvGpxAOX28RPM7IJzM1oXZ1w3uHJIHG69SFfu2RrrJA55ZpElD6yCaGfRrH0/s1600/falcon.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;All those fancy ways of asking the girl you like out should have worked for you, or you moved on after the bear-o-gram killed her(bear-o-gram is not responsible for any deaths). Well now that she&#39;s finally gonna go out with you, you have to think of where you&#39;re going to take her on your first date. The best place to take a girl on the first date is a fancy restaurant. Take her somewhere nice, most likely foreign.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;238&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-vWom_meI25YcV96CldqMg7DNvQb5m5O6n2gOPtjHNdE2kaisZ0bVCNhiwuutU8Mptgt_Bfs0u7w4oE0X2lSD6Fb1baMINm9_JVRFNy5et_X9BZWQAC8o4rFoOg_-dvEBi6SFdaw4U0A/s320/restaurant.png&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&quot;Mmmmmm, chilled monkey brains&quot;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-vWom_meI25YcV96CldqMg7DNvQb5m5O6n2gOPtjHNdE2kaisZ0bVCNhiwuutU8Mptgt_Bfs0u7w4oE0X2lSD6Fb1baMINm9_JVRFNy5et_X9BZWQAC8o4rFoOg_-dvEBi6SFdaw4U0A/s1600/restaurant.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And if you think that it may be a restaurant where you&#39;re going to need to dress up, you can always wear your best suit.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;211&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrSSEVO2ZIguFdedWz4D1qe5DjKKPKaVLiBpuQ4n0TYPjQhvThKP-B0klf2-mKZrXnd-TL-mjChNI4HA5Io_0BRQBwAiCB2UhwPeYoCzx9_jfjFNNjlhPynurMnQvdIhtS3YfffwxaGZw/s320/restaurant2.png&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Classiest guy in the room&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrSSEVO2ZIguFdedWz4D1qe5DjKKPKaVLiBpuQ4n0TYPjQhvThKP-B0klf2-mKZrXnd-TL-mjChNI4HA5Io_0BRQBwAiCB2UhwPeYoCzx9_jfjFNNjlhPynurMnQvdIhtS3YfffwxaGZw/s1600/restaurant2.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And that my faithful readers, are the best steps that a man can take in trying to impress a woman, even when asking her out or you&#39;re on a date. Remember to gain her attention, ask her out, take her to a nice restaurant, and wear your best suit, because that&#39;s the sure fire way to impress the ladies, or not.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;227&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh22XoW_-JuriRQZYr6KcCqbKoPJn1uTop_u7CrZGEaCT__9bPYv4QpXJAP6PUgvzyhDJuCXTgA2RZ3-100_U-BbOhULpwkm6ihfXQYNUkCfsX70q9YHWEsOiX0703TOXVOjVUwiJoo2ik/s320/restaurant3.png&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;It was bound to happen&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Doors are helpful in letting you in somewhere without having to climb through the window. They are also pretty annoying for a number of reasons, but before I tell you those reasons I&#39;m gonna show you some doors when they&#39;re trying to act all innocent. This is a door:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzyBWrnLgK6iig6Tqg83thcbExPxv5K03KUMOm1-uqBRNbH2G1v1vPOiQqsrztiFyZVRGFlJDsKKcmUFTi_PQuuPPiCaNWbr2mf2EbJV5IiMSCQQmnUczbejom37WMDCaG7dDGNoAlruM/s1600/door1.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzyBWrnLgK6iig6Tqg83thcbExPxv5K03KUMOm1-uqBRNbH2G1v1vPOiQqsrztiFyZVRGFlJDsKKcmUFTi_PQuuPPiCaNWbr2mf2EbJV5IiMSCQQmnUczbejom37WMDCaG7dDGNoAlruM/s200/door1.png&quot; width=&quot;158&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is also a door(more like 2 doors):&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZtNXyzO6dEga8YIyZUj_gK-7RxQCi95ItgVTyYkAzYJzjJrZ4BUmnZgHGZlNngArATyHN8f-IpQm40kzfN0kjbSf8md_NlJyvYQXMWV0FwBeduwcZXE7VDaS93lK8S8NGTfw1XG3b4kQ/s1600/door2.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;171&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZtNXyzO6dEga8YIyZUj_gK-7RxQCi95ItgVTyYkAzYJzjJrZ4BUmnZgHGZlNngArATyHN8f-IpQm40kzfN0kjbSf8md_NlJyvYQXMWV0FwBeduwcZXE7VDaS93lK8S8NGTfw1XG3b4kQ/s200/door2.png&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here we have another door:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSF-pK0Ufr56wyS8vEoqzI9QYzAfVuYH3WW70-wB8tdneY206OOSh98C3ZNZIAauXdfT1jCOjjOYkijwt9mpekGT_EVrOjWrJt7L89Xo-NpiGnpKihvdlYM-drjr0s9wCybyP3CRTuqkA/s200/door3.png&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot; width=&quot;128&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;This is not a refrigerator&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSF-pK0Ufr56wyS8vEoqzI9QYzAfVuYH3WW70-wB8tdneY206OOSh98C3ZNZIAauXdfT1jCOjjOYkijwt9mpekGT_EVrOjWrJt7L89Xo-NpiGnpKihvdlYM-drjr0s9wCybyP3CRTuqkA/s1600/door3.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then finally we have a door within a door:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYvCxkUasKGrkubuBL76tc0CHtvqY1Sn94jvR7NcUCfzYQE2USbLKyArslPaE0P4GMC2MaZw_e78XxXKh1b55nE1KVpRI6ZwPrswz3YDx740pgYg_prYE2a93SdG0Ic3mVgAyhMd_fJ-0/s1600/door4.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYvCxkUasKGrkubuBL76tc0CHtvqY1Sn94jvR7NcUCfzYQE2USbLKyArslPaE0P4GMC2MaZw_e78XxXKh1b55nE1KVpRI6ZwPrswz3YDx740pgYg_prYE2a93SdG0Ic3mVgAyhMd_fJ-0/s200/door4.png&quot; width=&quot;168&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Yo dawg I heard you like doors, so I put a door in your door....&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;All these doors look innocent enough, allowing people to enter and exit places without having to pull a mission impossible. But doors are really one of the most evil things to exist, because of the ability they have to make a person look completely idiotic.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX00VzIkHL9l_BuG12sWU5tCu7Mydy1giZ_iJIqvr7SN4V_DqNhzWC0tD2f8InbZfzhlsd_u5QgpNdnFI6MldLI6F2RuAwUso7mLrEqh3fRpy5F5cyYBIgq0AfTnvUtvkt6BVo0gE4NXw/s1600/evildoor.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX00VzIkHL9l_BuG12sWU5tCu7Mydy1giZ_iJIqvr7SN4V_DqNhzWC0tD2f8InbZfzhlsd_u5QgpNdnFI6MldLI6F2RuAwUso7mLrEqh3fRpy5F5cyYBIgq0AfTnvUtvkt6BVo0gE4NXw/s200/evildoor.png&quot; width=&quot;158&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Prepare to make an ass of yourself&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;You may be thinking &quot;Doors can&#39;t really be that bad, I don&#39;t remember having any troubles with doors before&quot;, but you are secretly repressing all of the bad experiences you&#39;ve had with doors. It&#39;s ok to let it all out here, this is a safe place where no doors can harm you.&lt;br /&gt;
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The first bad experience that I know everyone has had with doors at one point or another always involves sliding glass doors. Here&#39;s the setup, you&#39;re at the store trying to get some food for dinner or ice for a party so you&#39;re in a bit of a rush as it is and the store has a sliding glass door. You walk up to it pretty fast because you expect it to detect your motion and be open when you get to it, but you&#39;re not so lucky. You most likely just ran into the door or are just standing there staring at it.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&quot;But my family needs food&quot;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKGZtdVeLFGwLW5aNQ-JoE45VQxCJQep4oYwC8raRr34W4lgUKw-BLwdurSRKSfvMp_Zdns2yAv490mBCKUN5rI4exJBJFcfpKkeHefYSH5ES_odnozmhNWHOHve5Xe0-7o3MH6fuZW6Q/s1600/slidingdoors.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If you&#39;re lucky no one around you saw what just happened, but the doors still aren&#39;t opening for some reason. Now you have to get down on your knees and beg to the sliding glass door gods to let you in.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&quot;My in-laws are coming over in 30 minutes&quot;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&quot;MY FAMILY WILL NEVER FORGIVE ME&quot;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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I&#39;m sure it went exactly as illustrated above, and now you&#39;re probably crying and laying in the fetal position trying to make the bad doors go away. It&#39;s ok, I&#39;ll wait for you to stop crying.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now if you&#39;re done, there&#39;s more doors that need to be outed as the true asses that they are. The next culprit is revolving doors.(btw I can&#39;t draw a revolving door to save my life)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;It&#39;s just waiting to screw up your day&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;I&#39;m sure that not very many people have encountered revolving doors, as they seem to be a little bit more rare than sliding glass doors, but they&#39;re just as dangerous(to your well being that is).&amp;nbsp; See the thing about sliding glass doors is that they can only really block you from getting in or out of somewhere. But with revolving doors you can actually get stuck inside of the door. Just imagine trying to get to work and you get stuck in the revolving door. Everyone is looking at you, mocking you, while you sit in the revolving door trying to get it to keep going around.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Commence being laughed at&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Then when you&#39;re lucky enough to get through, you&#39;re going to be thinking in the back of your head how you have to go back through that horrible contraption to go home. Soon enough you&#39;ll never want to go home, as the mocking from earlier in the day starts to get to you. Eventually you&#39;ll find yourself sitting in your cubicle in the middle of the day crying.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;189&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxQy7kWZszfE4NRSU_BCPmC-fbfA_CEhTs1Dy0xSisayfMEizrhJJafgViqQPww54yMatvgYNxw_BACa6yTVAC2cQjxi_Gm3Osyb97DhCtIRBoHLhNJFxC9Ay4lbz1T5uD03wAM0UrgKU/s200/work.png&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&quot;Those people weren&#39;t laughing with me&quot;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxQy7kWZszfE4NRSU_BCPmC-fbfA_CEhTs1Dy0xSisayfMEizrhJJafgViqQPww54yMatvgYNxw_BACa6yTVAC2cQjxi_Gm3Osyb97DhCtIRBoHLhNJFxC9Ay4lbz1T5uD03wAM0UrgKU/s1600/work.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Those 2 types of doors are the most obvious ones that always manage to make you look like a fool in any kind of setting. The only way to get around them is to jump through the window, and damned if you don&#39;t look like a criminal doing that.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrectspellingaccepted.blogspot.com/feeds/948668623766347079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://incorrectspellingaccepted.blogspot.com/2010/09/scary-door.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701501055051865324/posts/default/948668623766347079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701501055051865324/posts/default/948668623766347079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrectspellingaccepted.blogspot.com/2010/09/scary-door.html' title='The Scary Door'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18220566766013893660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dwnd55GtYyY/TFEtwojG2mI/AAAAAAAAABU/_ZcW_WCEgB0/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-29+at+03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzyBWrnLgK6iig6Tqg83thcbExPxv5K03KUMOm1-uqBRNbH2G1v1vPOiQqsrztiFyZVRGFlJDsKKcmUFTi_PQuuPPiCaNWbr2mf2EbJV5IiMSCQQmnUczbejom37WMDCaG7dDGNoAlruM/s72-c/door1.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701501055051865324.post-1772252305345052982</id><published>2010-09-08T20:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T20:40:01.160-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bicycle"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="canoe"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hot air balloon"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="walking&#39;s lame"/><title type='text'>Walking is Boring</title><content type='html'>Walking around campus lately I&#39;ve seen a lot of people riding around on bikes and even scooters, so I was trying to figure out some other modes of transportation that might be able to get me around even quicker. Of course driving is always an option, but if you knew anything about the parking situation on campus you wouldn&#39;t dare move your car in the middle of the day once you&#39;ve found a spot. I think I came up with a few ideas that may be a bit out of ordinary but are definitely comparable alternatives to walking(which is boring anyways, why not have fun while you&#39;re going somewhere). First thing that came to mind was a bike, I know you&#39;re probably thinking &quot;Andrew that&#39;s so boring, you&#39;ll be like everyone else on campus&quot; but I wasn&#39;t thinking about a modern bike I was thinking old school bike.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Real old school&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I know the guy looks kinda sad on the bike but let&#39;s be realistic, I would be scared the entire time I&#39;m on that thing. This bike makes getting hurt an even easier task. The positives about the bike though are that you would probably get where you&#39;re going faster than if you were on a modern bike because of the bigger wheel, and what woman doesn&#39;t like a man on an 18th century bicycle. It&#39;s sure to turn a few heads. But since finding one of these things in tact is probably impossible(as in I didn&#39;t even look it up) I&#39;m moving on to another great idea for transportation, the canoe.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgddCk9A2apk61R2KXCWnOWuYAOT6lV-zN7XqZs4L0v0iH8XugSHdL1aZlRP9uoOmsakrnftZCEfCWi0KF4MxjVcCpyLwMQa9TRyCq5Q2RhPHdgfpqD5T7STykeEliRXCMRaWK-nP7ZU8/s1600/canoe.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;227&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgddCk9A2apk61R2KXCWnOWuYAOT6lV-zN7XqZs4L0v0iH8XugSHdL1aZlRP9uoOmsakrnftZCEfCWi0KF4MxjVcCpyLwMQa9TRyCq5Q2RhPHdgfpqD5T7STykeEliRXCMRaWK-nP7ZU8/s400/canoe.png&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Just don&#39;t run into people&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;It&#39;s probably not great that when it rains so much that a viable option for transportation is actually a canoe. The main walkway on campus actually gets so flooded sometimes that the only way to get through there would have to be in a canoe. Some minor setbacks to using a canoe to get around campus though would be going uphill(yeah that&#39;s not happening), you have to have at least one friend to paddle the canoe with you, and there&#39;s nowhere to park it once you finally get to your destination. Since a canoe is out of the picture on days when it&#39;s not actually raining(as seldom as that may be), a great alternative is a hot air balloon.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;The sky&#39;s the limit, oh and airplanes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Just think about how awesome it would be to be the only person on campus traveling to class in a hot air balloon. I&#39;m sure it wouldn&#39;t be that hard to find parking for it, you could just land it on any old roof and you&#39;re right there at your class. Sure, the fuel for that thing might run you a little much but a hot air balloon sure would allow you to stand out.&amp;nbsp; So the next time you&#39;re looking for a way to get around campus, or just in general, go with the hot air balloon and be the most badass person you can be.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrectspellingaccepted.blogspot.com/feeds/1772252305345052982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://incorrectspellingaccepted.blogspot.com/2010/09/walking-is-boring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701501055051865324/posts/default/1772252305345052982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701501055051865324/posts/default/1772252305345052982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrectspellingaccepted.blogspot.com/2010/09/walking-is-boring.html' title='Walking is Boring'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18220566766013893660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dwnd55GtYyY/TFEtwojG2mI/AAAAAAAAABU/_ZcW_WCEgB0/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-29+at+03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwJZUAaa1i7D5ir70sD2LTVQ3Hlpt20uxLVBszztgzQc3VVPD1E2J_NAICpDfdLr09t6z775KqEZmEfcqOc4bMPchre0Gp7uFjLTO4QCcTlneD5ZZrUF4r9v1k1UAaLtGC_bXvi76WmTY/s72-c/bike.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701501055051865324.post-2337066844245925728</id><published>2010-09-02T16:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T16:58:27.636-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="clowns"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hot dog guy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="jobs"/><title type='text'>Odd jobs</title><content type='html'>With no classes today, I plan on reading and continuing my search for a job. Looking for a job had me thinking of some of the jobs that I&#39;ve seen people have and whether or not I would be willing to accept a similar fate. The first job that immediately comes to mind is the hot dog suit guy:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimT9iiMrSTr3C302VweAxr3fbTXX0UdZfCTdtmZYhEoD36AN5T_6Ow3_KXMKEpYcehBveeryoygEJvHP2pkrxjmDRYzzuKX3VUm-6Ky818kFSQ41aitFsVdQcrB0h_IRGbivUfrmpTeI4/s1600/Hot+dog+guy.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimT9iiMrSTr3C302VweAxr3fbTXX0UdZfCTdtmZYhEoD36AN5T_6Ow3_KXMKEpYcehBveeryoygEJvHP2pkrxjmDRYzzuKX3VUm-6Ky818kFSQ41aitFsVdQcrB0h_IRGbivUfrmpTeI4/s320/Hot+dog+guy.png&quot; width=&quot;178&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Look how happy that guy is that he gets to stand outside a hot dog place all day, dancing around all weirdly. But the truth of the matter is that he&#39;s crying on the inside and at the end of the day he just sits at home wallowing in his own hot dog suit.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Sweet sweet hot dog tears&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;That&#39;s one job that I probably wouldn&#39;t really want to have, I don&#39;t want to go to years of therapy for a fear of me becoming part of the hot dog suit. In that situation though at least the guy can take off the hot dog suit and have a normal life if he wanted to. A job where I like to think that&#39;s not so possible is as one of those stilt walkers that kind of wanders around the Mummy Ride at Universal.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXE17sdgoF0ljg9apKV-HyDE3P0aMmttYz4yWqjL5n-6AYYRYGGMvbnbmvRHo8I5RTOL5TGY_XYOFmYlT9GxmItIW3oxBSdfzUIKvfUlN4JeprfKY5KaJWyx4PcO7-zJJnPV5ED03SHzE/s1600/stilts+guy.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXE17sdgoF0ljg9apKV-HyDE3P0aMmttYz4yWqjL5n-6AYYRYGGMvbnbmvRHo8I5RTOL5TGY_XYOFmYlT9GxmItIW3oxBSdfzUIKvfUlN4JeprfKY5KaJWyx4PcO7-zJJnPV5ED03SHzE/s320/stilts+guy.png&quot; width=&quot;239&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I know you&#39;re probably thinking that walking around all day can&#39;t be too bad. But how the hell do you get off those things without anyone&#39;s help, you don&#39;t. So then you have to live in a tree all by yourself waiting for your next day of work.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Birds are his only friends&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Sure the guy could use a ladder to get down but where&#39;s the fun in that. I say he build a tree house up there and it would make his job way easier. The final job that I could really think of right now that would have terrible effects on a person&#39;s social life is as a clown:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;When you finally realize your only friend is a clown&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Clowns are just weird and possibly terrifying depending on childhood encounters with them. So as a job, being a clown probably isn&#39;t a good idea if you want to maintain friends, but there&#39;s always hot dog guy you can hang out with.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Clown + Hot dog guy = Made for each other&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrectspellingaccepted.blogspot.com/feeds/2337066844245925728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://incorrectspellingaccepted.blogspot.com/2010/09/odd-jobs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701501055051865324/posts/default/2337066844245925728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701501055051865324/posts/default/2337066844245925728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrectspellingaccepted.blogspot.com/2010/09/odd-jobs.html' title='Odd jobs'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18220566766013893660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dwnd55GtYyY/TFEtwojG2mI/AAAAAAAAABU/_ZcW_WCEgB0/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-29+at+03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimT9iiMrSTr3C302VweAxr3fbTXX0UdZfCTdtmZYhEoD36AN5T_6Ow3_KXMKEpYcehBveeryoygEJvHP2pkrxjmDRYzzuKX3VUm-6Ky818kFSQ41aitFsVdQcrB0h_IRGbivUfrmpTeI4/s72-c/Hot+dog+guy.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701501055051865324.post-8639055186136375055</id><published>2010-09-01T01:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T01:26:51.655-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="college"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="HvZ"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tag"/><title type='text'>Awesome Incarnate</title><content type='html'>I should really be doing something like programming homework right now but for reason I&#39;m in a mood to enhance the library of posts I have about nothing. I was thinking about something earlier today that I found pretty interesting, as I begin my second year of college I realize how far off college is from how it&#39;s portrayed in movies. When you see a movie about college it&#39;s usually one that involves constant partying or a huge rivalry between the nerds and the jocks but that couldn&#39;t be farther from the truth. Earlier today actually I went to a workout for &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Humans_vs_zombies&quot;&gt;Humans vs. Zombies&lt;/a&gt;, the most awesome thing to exist ever, and instead of the boring plan to just run around campus we played freeze tag followed by manhunt. I haven&#39;t played freeze tag or manhunt in years and it was a hell of a lot of fun, but not really what you would expect college students to be doing. The preconceived notion that college students are either studying vigorously all the time or drinking their days away is such bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;
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We all know that movies have no real knowledge of what&#39;s going on in real life and are purely for entertainment purposes, but who would want to go to college if they thought it was just full of constant homework and no time to do anything. I would have felt a little less nervous about going to college if I knew that I would get a chance to basically be a kid again. I&#39;m not saying that college is easy, because there are classes that are going to take up a lot of my time this semester(programming), but I think that it&#39;s shown to be less fun than it actually is. There&#39;s a lot of time before or after classes and even on the weekends where I finish really early and have nothing to do, so why not fill that time with work or having fun acting like a kid again.&lt;br /&gt;
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I definitely don&#39;t mind spending a couple hours in the middle of the week running around with friends, when it&#39;s a much safer alternative from other things. I remember actually getting weird looks from people during HvZ week because I&#39;m running around with a bandanna on my head or a nerf gun in my hand. I have to admit it probably looks a bit weird but I&#39;m not gonna let standing out in a crowd keep me from doing something fun. It made me think of the multitude of other clubs that we have here at FSU that have the same attitude as HvZ. The first one that comes to mind but, is a bit more strange, is the quidditch club. College is all about finding a group of people that you like to be around with the same interests as you, even if they happen to be extremely odd(quidditch club I&#39;m looking at you). It&#39;s definitely good to not care about what people think, especially when I&#39;m paying for the education and I wanna get my money&#39;s worth.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrectspellingaccepted.blogspot.com/feeds/8639055186136375055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://incorrectspellingaccepted.blogspot.com/2010/09/awesome-incarnate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701501055051865324/posts/default/8639055186136375055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701501055051865324/posts/default/8639055186136375055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrectspellingaccepted.blogspot.com/2010/09/awesome-incarnate.html' title='Awesome Incarnate'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18220566766013893660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dwnd55GtYyY/TFEtwojG2mI/AAAAAAAAABU/_ZcW_WCEgB0/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-29+at+03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW0gAoNxeTbnNVmv9a3fElqJflXwZgyamjXIyXYQQYhXkc_IiSpQvMtkfbAQ-GnxNwaHHzLIpj3e1TKT9AHPQcWaS1LJEPL9PgLAz2BBC598CIfT4iXQANScpA8EkX5UKsRZKveMS_rEI/s72-c/1264745786463.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701501055051865324.post-1859164520918472283</id><published>2010-08-30T20:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T20:34:49.774-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="music"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Steve Perry"/><title type='text'>Songs for a better day</title><content type='html'>Today I was a bit pissed after my financial aid was less than I expected but there&#39;s nothing I can do but move on, so that&#39;s the plan. I&#39;ve been in worse situations before, with long stories behind them and music was always there to get me through. So today I thought I might try and get back on track with my blog posts to take my mind off of the day I had and elaborate on the music that made me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)The song that immediately came to my mind when I sat down at my computer was Thrash Unreal by Against Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width=&quot;480&quot; height=&quot;385&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/3MZRDIh9X0I?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/3MZRDIh9X0I?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;480&quot; height=&quot;385&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There&#39;s something about the upbeat nature of the song that always makes me smile, and I would like to contribute this great song find to Laura, because she gave me the album in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)The next song that turns a day way better would have to be: Moth&#39;s Wings by Passion Pit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height=&quot;385&quot; width=&quot;480&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/q9o8SlyPB84?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/q9o8SlyPB84?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; height=&quot;385&quot; width=&quot;480&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stumbled upon this song from watching a movie trailer and it made me immediately want to download more Passion Pit. The beat is pretty unique with a vocal styling unlike anything that I&#39;ve heard recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) What&#39;s more unlikely as a good song to turn a day around than one about the end of the world, enter: How far we&#39;ve come by Matchbox Twenty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height=&quot;385&quot; width=&quot;480&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/TxAGGyrvJ9c?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/TxAGGyrvJ9c?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; height=&quot;385&quot; width=&quot;480&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another song I found in a trailer, but I&#39;m sure I&#39;ve heard it before on multiple commercials. It&#39;s one of the only Matchbox Twenty songs that I don&#39;t mind and it reminds me somewhat of the fast paced nature of R.E.M.&#39;s &quot;It&#39;s the end of the world as we know it&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)After I signed up for Pandora last year I soon found a band that I remembered hearing when I was younger. It was Everclear and this is one of my favorite songs by them, Wonderful:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height=&quot;385&quot; width=&quot;480&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/e03ZLq-KRpU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/e03ZLq-KRpU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; height=&quot;385&quot; width=&quot;480&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to be I have a trend developing of having a liking of songs that actually have a terribly sad overtone. It makes me feel like I&#39;m misinterpreting the undertone of the song but hell it definitely makes me feel good. The upbeat sound is set against some sad lyrics but it&#39;s my favorite Everclear song by far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I&#39;m gonna end this list here even though I could go on. The final song is I&#39;ll be alright without you by Journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height=&quot;385&quot; width=&quot;480&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/8Kre-IifIss?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/8Kre-IifIss?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; height=&quot;385&quot; width=&quot;480&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean it&#39;s Journey, come on what else do I have to say to convince you how great a song this is. I could have put any Journey song right here but this one is the one that I&#39;ve listened to the most lately and I like the way Steve Perry basically says &quot;Fuck you&quot; to the girl he had been dating. That&#39;s how you do it right there ladies and gentlemen, take notes.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrectspellingaccepted.blogspot.com/feeds/1859164520918472283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://incorrectspellingaccepted.blogspot.com/2010/08/songs-for-better-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701501055051865324/posts/default/1859164520918472283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701501055051865324/posts/default/1859164520918472283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrectspellingaccepted.blogspot.com/2010/08/songs-for-better-day.html' title='Songs for a better day'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18220566766013893660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dwnd55GtYyY/TFEtwojG2mI/AAAAAAAAABU/_ZcW_WCEgB0/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-29+at+03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701501055051865324.post-4654979854139982011</id><published>2010-08-27T23:35:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T00:10:13.575-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dentist"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="OH MY GOD MY TEETH"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pain"/><title type='text'>The Return of Crentist</title><content type='html'>I had to go back home this week in order to make another trip to the dentist to get my permanent crown put in as well as have a filling done. I&#39;ve been waiting to tell the story of how it went because I think that it really needs to be told with the help of CAPS LOCK. I had to show up to the dentist at 10am in order to get the crown and stuff done and then get my retainer reshaped afterward. As I was sitting in the lobby I was thinking of how bad the procedure could be and didn&#39;t really expect it to be much worse than when I got the temporary crown put on. But soon I had found that I was sorely mistaken and underestimated the sheer horror of what I was getting myself into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dentist first came in to give me a couple of shots on the right side of my mouth since that was the side which was getting the filling. My crown, however, was being put in on the left side of my mouth and that side was not being numbed. So now that the right side of my mouth was starting to become numb another dentist(or possibly hygienist, i dont know the difference) came in to pull off the temporary crown that was in. OH MY FREAKING GOD(almost my exact reaction when they began pulling off my crown). The dentist that had put on my temporary crown put it on with a super strong cement so that it wouldn&#39;t slide off easy, well that just made it harder to get off. So the dentist was now using some tool she referred to as the tapper to tap the crown off, and oh how that hurt like nothing else. She finally got the temporary crown off but that was definitely not the end of the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN4_N5d-LGB967YEY0MVhrDK6bogInMnA1XfRLsIkYjyVOaI-OxF5-Yr-BOEiHpgxF0mikZHLLPVqkVDETrWOCWgOdzXFtfX4oCK-WNeGvKZWjguC012QQqqfMezfNiabg9qmZfmwIJPg/s1600/CookieMonster.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 310px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN4_N5d-LGB967YEY0MVhrDK6bogInMnA1XfRLsIkYjyVOaI-OxF5-Yr-BOEiHpgxF0mikZHLLPVqkVDETrWOCWgOdzXFtfX4oCK-WNeGvKZWjguC012QQqqfMezfNiabg9qmZfmwIJPg/s320/CookieMonster.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510307785267408594&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:78%;&quot;&gt;Why the fuck did that hurt so much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the temporary crown off I could feel everything on the tooth that was being fixed. The dentist started scraping off at the left over cement on my tooth and I could feel it all the way to the root, causing me to flinch at minor hits to my open tooth. Even when the dentist used the suction around my tooth it hurt, and the same thing happened when she used water over there. Everything that she did caused some sort of pain in the tooth and all I was hoping for was an end. After a while the dentist finally shaved down the permanent crown enough so that it would fit snug and be in line with the other side of my mouth. Putting the permanent crown on caused an initial surge of pain in my tooth since it was kind of cold, but it adjusted to feel fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that the crown being put on was going to be the worst part of my experience that day at the dentist because of how sensitive the uncovered tooth was but putting in the filling was bad as well. I had already had a couple of shots put into the right side of my mouth to numb it up but by the time that they actually started working on the filling it had been an hour and the numbness had started to wear off. So the dentist gave me a couple more shots in that side and started to clean away at the tooth(MY TOOTH WAS NOT FULLY NUMB). I started to cringe as she scraped away at the cavity because I could feel it, even with the shots that she had put in. She ended up putting a couple more shots into my mouth in order to make sure that the roots were numb. I still felt her scraping at the tooth somewhat after that last set of shots but I was willing to suffer through it(since I was told it wasn&#39;t a deep cavity) and I really wanted to get out of the dentist&#39;s(I was already there for 1.5 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting my bottom retainer reshaped was the easiest part of the whole day. All they had to do was make a new mold and then I was able to leave and come back later to pick it up. After my whole ordeal at the dentist it made me wish that that tooth in which the crown was being put on was just removed because of how bad the pain was. Essentially though I never have to deal with it again because it&#39;s hidden away. The one thing that this did make me realize is that I never want to have a crown put on ever again. The exposure of the tooth&#39;s roots is some of the worst pain I have ever felt, and I&#39;ve broken an arm. I can only think that the dentists who actually get to perform such a painful procedure are doing it to help the patients and not really to get a kick out of it. I&#39;m sure they&#39;ve all had their own horrible experiences at the dentist that they want to prevent other people from experiencing.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrectspellingaccepted.blogspot.com/feeds/4654979854139982011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://incorrectspellingaccepted.blogspot.com/2010/08/return-of-crentist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701501055051865324/posts/default/4654979854139982011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701501055051865324/posts/default/4654979854139982011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrectspellingaccepted.blogspot.com/2010/08/return-of-crentist.html' title='The Return of Crentist'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18220566766013893660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dwnd55GtYyY/TFEtwojG2mI/AAAAAAAAABU/_ZcW_WCEgB0/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-29+at+03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN4_N5d-LGB967YEY0MVhrDK6bogInMnA1XfRLsIkYjyVOaI-OxF5-Yr-BOEiHpgxF0mikZHLLPVqkVDETrWOCWgOdzXFtfX4oCK-WNeGvKZWjguC012QQqqfMezfNiabg9qmZfmwIJPg/s72-c/CookieMonster.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701501055051865324.post-4233444826607879005</id><published>2010-08-23T23:15:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T00:00:14.379-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="arrested development"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="movies"/><title type='text'>Back to School</title><content type='html'>Ok so I have a legitimate excuse this time for not having a blog post since last week. Going back to school has taken up a lot of my time, packing and getting all settled in has taken a little while but now that I&#39;m all setup and maybe I&#39;ll be able to get back to blogging more often(I keep saying that but I have lingering doubts). Anyway, I just recently bought netflix since I&#39;m not getting cable this semester and I can now stream shows and movies right to my computer. Before I bought netflix I started watching Arrested Development on hulu because I was bored and heard from somewhere(everywhere) that it was a great series, and then I got netflix and it was on there too(YAY FOR NO COMMERCIALS). So far the show is really awesome, I&#39;m like 13 episodes into the first season and don&#39;t really see why it was canceled yet, but soon I may find out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCg50agH8x0EytUkpdV2XedfvSk5okVEgHf1-tKhx5YIKHOj1Xs6RzI0Ht3qj1jm1KeV4MaoowudDC3IqKIWyBaLrIXip-2YYQafrKo3qiIg_BUgKpxZ3qb7MvmWHut7a1yT55IerYrqk/s1600/1275452416311.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 400px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCg50agH8x0EytUkpdV2XedfvSk5okVEgHf1-tKhx5YIKHOj1Xs6RzI0Ht3qj1jm1KeV4MaoowudDC3IqKIWyBaLrIXip-2YYQafrKo3qiIg_BUgKpxZ3qb7MvmWHut7a1yT55IerYrqk/s400/1275452416311.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508813239395471250&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s been tough trying to actually come up with something to blog about. I feel like I&#39;ve had a sort of writing block for a couple weeks, just barely being able to come up with the above paragraph. But now that I&#39;m back on campus I also get access to free movies which will allow me to review more movies like I&#39;ve been wanting to do. And starting tomorrow I plan on going to see Greenberg and reviewing it either tomorrow or on Wednesday(depending on when I have some free time. So look for another post in the next couple of days that actually has a center of focus to it. The movies are going to be a couple months past the initial release date, but what the hell, they&#39;re free.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrectspellingaccepted.blogspot.com/feeds/4233444826607879005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://incorrectspellingaccepted.blogspot.com/2010/08/back-to-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701501055051865324/posts/default/4233444826607879005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701501055051865324/posts/default/4233444826607879005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrectspellingaccepted.blogspot.com/2010/08/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18220566766013893660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dwnd55GtYyY/TFEtwojG2mI/AAAAAAAAABU/_ZcW_WCEgB0/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-29+at+03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCg50agH8x0EytUkpdV2XedfvSk5okVEgHf1-tKhx5YIKHOj1Xs6RzI0Ht3qj1jm1KeV4MaoowudDC3IqKIWyBaLrIXip-2YYQafrKo3qiIg_BUgKpxZ3qb7MvmWHut7a1yT55IerYrqk/s72-c/1275452416311.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701501055051865324.post-4607934058144355674</id><published>2010-08-17T00:33:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T18:06:17.538-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="heights"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="michael cera"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="scott pilgrim"/><title type='text'>FIGHT!</title><content type='html'>I thought that I might write something up after I came back from Busch Gardens last week but I was busy being lazy and preparing to go back to college. I managed to kick my fear of heights in the nuts when I went to Busch Gardens and rode all of the roller coasters. Yes, you heard that correctly, I rode every single roller coaster, even &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/SheiKra&quot;&gt;The SheiKra&lt;/a&gt;. It only happened because I was really tired from getting about 4 hours of sleep the night before and I was on a &quot;so what if i die&quot; kind of feeling that day, but I did it none the less. Today&#39;s subject though is a bit more awesome than me going on a bunch of roller coasters, &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0446029/&quot;&gt;Scott Pilgrim vs. the World&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m going to start off by saying that I have yet to read the series of graphic novels on which this movie is based but I plan on doing so rather soon, as the movie definitely peaked my interest. Some people&#39;s initial reaction to the film may be one of disappointment because they think that it&#39;s just another Michael Cera film where he plays &quot;the awkward teenager&quot;, but to assume that about this movie is way off. Michael Cera actually kicks some serious butt, and it&#39;s believable when he does so. I like the way that Edgar Wright made the film an homage to old video games and comic books with his way of combining video game elements to fights and comic book elements to the way he cut the scenes together. I went into this film not really expecting it to be too great, I mean I really like the other work that Edgar Wright has done with Shaun of the Dead and Hot Fuzz but I just wasn&#39;t sure what he could do with Michael Cera.&lt;br /&gt;
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The movie was one of the most original things that I&#39;ve seen in a while. The writing was great and the character development was definitely deep, even though there was a large amount of action involved. The action and comedy mixed well together and it makes me think that the target audience was very broad. I&#39;m extremely disappointed that this movie didn&#39;t do so well when it opened this weekend, because after seeing it tonight I would go see it again in a heartbeat. It lives up to it&#39;s tagline of being &quot;An epic of epic epicness&quot;, since it is truly that epic. I can&#39;t wait to get this movie on dvd or even see it again in the theaters. I&#39;m giving it a 10/10 for how awesome it was visually and how well Michael Cera did in the role, definitely go see it if you get the chance.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrectspellingaccepted.blogspot.com/feeds/4607934058144355674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://incorrectspellingaccepted.blogspot.com/2010/08/fight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701501055051865324/posts/default/4607934058144355674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701501055051865324/posts/default/4607934058144355674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrectspellingaccepted.blogspot.com/2010/08/fight.html' title='FIGHT!'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18220566766013893660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dwnd55GtYyY/TFEtwojG2mI/AAAAAAAAABU/_ZcW_WCEgB0/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-29+at+03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9i9fU-pcr8-ZTT78wJJbR4xXvU5HBc6llDev4H6-P8LbPl165dcDpBiyHSdbUK_zPl7QH3NXTqdu3_kc4z2mHH7cYPr7mbqkUPVLcI95Iv_3V16ZacgLqfYFpmqvs-WxqCqGGT9qWrlE/s72-c/405px-Scott_Pilgrim_vs._the_World_teaser.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701501055051865324.post-51109612920128447</id><published>2010-08-11T00:48:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T01:59:38.187-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="batman"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="heights"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="spiders"/><title type='text'>Why are you on stilts?</title><content type='html'>First thing I want to do is to apologize to my countless readers(countless because I have no idea who freaking reads this) for taking so long to get another post up. I&#39;ve been getting pretty lazy with the end of the summer coming around and I had a block of any type of creativity. Anyway I finally thought of something that I could write about while discussing my upcoming trip to Busch Gardens. Since there&#39;s obviously going to be a lot of roller coasters there, I was reminded of my fear of heights. It&#39;s a pretty reasonable fear, I mean come on you&#39;re like 5 times as likely to die when you&#39;re up higher off the ground. Just think about it, you&#39;re probably up higher off the ground because you&#39;re doing something dangerous(climbing a ladder, riding a roller coaster, skydiving, walking on stilts). I plan on going on as many roller coasters as I can though when I go to Busch Gardens because why the hell not. I guess my whole attitude about heights has changed as I&#39;ve gotten older, I only have one life I might as well have as much fun before I die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlguz8DdtaLzi6OOz_zKjHbD9Kz_lYWF1KUYtZij3bWiCF8Y8ePLZtJqsxGdFI6Ai62WPnCsHXOuOZ01pAkAKVcE85CQtWPOKXFNAqdWl4aFnnAjVA2sV07GKIAHgdOCkVHImVO3NlLVs/s1600/1278828488888.png&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 102px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlguz8DdtaLzi6OOz_zKjHbD9Kz_lYWF1KUYtZij3bWiCF8Y8ePLZtJqsxGdFI6Ai62WPnCsHXOuOZ01pAkAKVcE85CQtWPOKXFNAqdWl4aFnnAjVA2sV07GKIAHgdOCkVHImVO3NlLVs/s320/1278828488888.png&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504019222335224018&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:78%;&quot;&gt;Picture maybe related&lt;br /&gt;He had a reasonable fear of a bats for a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we&#39;re on the subject of fears, I also have a fear of spiders mainly, but also smaller bugs. I&#39;ve heard the &quot;They&#39;re more afraid of you, than you are of them&quot; argument many a time but fuck that. When I was younger my mom mentioned a story she had heard about a kid who was sleeping and woke up screaming with blood coming out of his ear. So the kid&#39;s parents take him to the hospital and they find that a bug had broken his eardrum. My reaction, being a child at the time, was probably something along the lines of &quot;Oh shit, that better not happen to me&quot;. Why the hell would my mom mention a story like that when I was around, obviously to scare me into never looking for my Christmas presents early or something. So from that point on I have always had this sort of obsessive behavior where I check the sheets on my bed before I go to sleep as well as the ceiling(for spiders because they&#39;re sneaky bastards). And while I&#39;m falling asleep I cover my ears with my sheets to make sure no bugs get in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That first fear is pretty justifiable being that if I&#39;m walking on stilts I&#39;m more likely to die than if I&#39;m just walking around normally. But that second fear is pretty much just something that came around from a story I heard that managed to stick around in my brain. So hopefully one day I don&#39;t end up living in a Cloud City type place that&#39;s infested with spiders and small bugs, that would basically be my worst nightmare.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrectspellingaccepted.blogspot.com/feeds/51109612920128447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://incorrectspellingaccepted.blogspot.com/2010/08/why-are-you-on-stilts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701501055051865324/posts/default/51109612920128447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701501055051865324/posts/default/51109612920128447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrectspellingaccepted.blogspot.com/2010/08/why-are-you-on-stilts.html' title='Why are you on stilts?'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18220566766013893660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dwnd55GtYyY/TFEtwojG2mI/AAAAAAAAABU/_ZcW_WCEgB0/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-29+at+03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlguz8DdtaLzi6OOz_zKjHbD9Kz_lYWF1KUYtZij3bWiCF8Y8ePLZtJqsxGdFI6Ai62WPnCsHXOuOZ01pAkAKVcE85CQtWPOKXFNAqdWl4aFnnAjVA2sV07GKIAHgdOCkVHImVO3NlLVs/s72-c/1278828488888.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701501055051865324.post-3113549361624505628</id><published>2010-08-07T14:23:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T14:55:04.071-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Inception"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mindfuck"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Primer"/><title type='text'>Wait, what?</title><content type='html'>It&#39;s been a couple of days since I made a post and I attribute that to my laziness in combination with not being able to find a good blog topic. Yesterday I decided to watch a movie that I had heard about several times as being the most confusing movie ever made, &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0390384/&quot;&gt;Primer&lt;/a&gt;. Since I kinda made this blog as a way that I could review movies in the hopes that someone would read what I had to say I went back to that idea for this post. Alright now let&#39;s get down to business, and this review will probably contain spoilers but they won&#39;t ruin the movie because this is one of those movies that can&#39;t be spoiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjXcXBoIR5wM9_nhUdDoVIn-2OE94CBt7NUKjiLFWvDiSWVSQMbHlCMKdvYMwTVaKHBW5m-wAyiODw5_0ptazFdprEScLP2C5Jl2wPtzf8KVhauykmD6Qe9eQUnGa1rjXSGiiOk6oyvSM/s1600/PRIMER-poster.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 285px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjXcXBoIR5wM9_nhUdDoVIn-2OE94CBt7NUKjiLFWvDiSWVSQMbHlCMKdvYMwTVaKHBW5m-wAyiODw5_0ptazFdprEScLP2C5Jl2wPtzf8KVhauykmD6Qe9eQUnGa1rjXSGiiOk6oyvSM/s320/PRIMER-poster.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502737562451816546&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:78%;&quot;&gt;&quot;What happens if it actually makes sense?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the movie opens up on 4 guys working in a garage and someone narrating to them working. There&#39;s no explanation really as to what these guys do or why they&#39;re spending their time outside of work working. From this point on the movie only gets more and more confusing. I think that the movie was pretty well done for the meager budget of $7000, but the plot kind of throws me off the whole time I&#39;m watching. I found myself second guessing what I had just seen and heard and actually having to go back a couple of times in order to try and figure out what exactly was going on. The movie turns into a film about time travel and clones but doesn&#39;t really explain too well how the whole system works. At the beginning of the film 2 of the guys go off on their own constructing some sort of box(that the audience has no idea what it&#39;s supposed to do) and it ends up being a cloning/time travel device. Don&#39;t ask me how the hell that happened because fuck if the movie explains it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I&#39;ve never really seen a movie like this before. I approached it because I was told that if I liked movies about mindfucks like &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1375666/&quot;&gt;Inception&lt;/a&gt; then I would like Primer. Well, Primer is way more confusing then inception and it definitely doesn&#39;t have the intense action sequences. I think I&#39;d have to give Primer a 6/10. I mean I like the innovative idea behind the story but I don&#39;t like the lack of explanation and elaboration on why some of the characters did the things they did. I think it&#39;s a great first film for the director but definitely not one of the greatest films I have ever seen. Don&#39;t get me wrong, it will  have you thinking about what you just saw for a while, but you&#39;ll probably never get a definitive answer.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrectspellingaccepted.blogspot.com/feeds/3113549361624505628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://incorrectspellingaccepted.blogspot.com/2010/08/wait-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701501055051865324/posts/default/3113549361624505628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701501055051865324/posts/default/3113549361624505628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrectspellingaccepted.blogspot.com/2010/08/wait-what.html' title='Wait, what?'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18220566766013893660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dwnd55GtYyY/TFEtwojG2mI/AAAAAAAAABU/_ZcW_WCEgB0/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-29+at+03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjXcXBoIR5wM9_nhUdDoVIn-2OE94CBt7NUKjiLFWvDiSWVSQMbHlCMKdvYMwTVaKHBW5m-wAyiODw5_0ptazFdprEScLP2C5Jl2wPtzf8KVhauykmD6Qe9eQUnGa1rjXSGiiOk6oyvSM/s72-c/PRIMER-poster.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701501055051865324.post-2093244535825910891</id><published>2010-08-04T20:04:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T23:06:25.708-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cops"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ghosts"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tv"/><title type='text'>Not today ghost</title><content type='html'>It&#39;s pretty obvious from the title that this is going to be a nice detailed explanation of the what the fuck moment that I experienced earlier, and the possible explanations for said event. So as I was laying around earlier watching Cops(or something just as mindless) my tv changed the channel without me touching the remote. I decided to google &quot;when did tv&#39;s develop minds of their own?&quot; to determine if other people might have had similar experiences. What I came up with was that the tv most likely changed the channel because of another infrared signal it received or something, but that answer was no fun. My tv had tried to infringe upon my ability to watch mindless television and it wasn&#39;t gonna get away with it that easily. Since it&#39;s a pretty old tv I can naturally assume that it doesn&#39;t have a mind of it&#39;s own(YET) so that could be stricken from my list of possible subjects for changing the channel. The next most logical choice of what happened was that a ghost was fucking with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9EanjlDlX3R0Flghg1nbC8XFUQzOvzTL3JahVPNfHZHBRndHL2T_d-JB143TIdV1Fe1Siuafg1hYnEffu_AvEacuFR6Lmifydxq0ehebd2YSh2YsBmgFr-8BqBhw4uR8yc_ptyoWT08o/s1600/pic1.png&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9EanjlDlX3R0Flghg1nbC8XFUQzOvzTL3JahVPNfHZHBRndHL2T_d-JB143TIdV1Fe1Siuafg1hYnEffu_AvEacuFR6Lmifydxq0ehebd2YSh2YsBmgFr-8BqBhw4uR8yc_ptyoWT08o/s320/pic1.png&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501751070287607090&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;So I&#39;m just standing there(since I can&#39;t draw in paint at all) watching tv then all of a sudden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMqwaKciF8kQHsN8QOP0qcLr0NXFh_BtoSMGRw8QOHxJYtHpV-C2lMkkvcmA7AVhyBIWskakFHWX6PGnzotVHbRZsRbK-Qq4g6Ftw3rFGEbLpouccxP068msFE4uvycNB00WG9EsQrF4s/s1600/pic2.png&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMqwaKciF8kQHsN8QOP0qcLr0NXFh_BtoSMGRw8QOHxJYtHpV-C2lMkkvcmA7AVhyBIWskakFHWX6PGnzotVHbRZsRbK-Qq4g6Ftw3rFGEbLpouccxP068msFE4uvycNB00WG9EsQrF4s/s320/pic2.png&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501751210454772338&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;A ghost decides to show up and get all up in my business. Ghost properly labeled with a stereotypical &quot;boo&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDbcseUKMAoYK5eS05GRsyJ63fGFxEIAAS5cQkRUfeWaISu8ErluHWm9hHjDpRwsRQJ8qRSQ_dmew26Znn-8O08OIyRmllqXnlDhP-prTg2DaltoSqG9z5Z7yfdXr2DUdDY0xAPtzLVKM/s1600/pic3.png&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDbcseUKMAoYK5eS05GRsyJ63fGFxEIAAS5cQkRUfeWaISu8ErluHWm9hHjDpRwsRQJ8qRSQ_dmew26Znn-8O08OIyRmllqXnlDhP-prTg2DaltoSqG9z5Z7yfdXr2DUdDY0xAPtzLVKM/s320/pic3.png&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501751436905477602&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;So at this point I&#39;m getting pretty pissed because I know he&#39;s gonna fuck with something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl-Tl1M9CMIrLcl06xuSfKyfjI6glAtTbDg6wx3M9ISj-QXNTaPJTUbiSdgIgyzqp2fhgpa5AbTaaDFwCm-bVix0-iRK565OTSJbMQfdZjwMHqjKDBCUy3kC9qhS2s3ZlIubcnuMSelAM/s1600/pic4.png&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl-Tl1M9CMIrLcl06xuSfKyfjI6glAtTbDg6wx3M9ISj-QXNTaPJTUbiSdgIgyzqp2fhgpa5AbTaaDFwCm-bVix0-iRK565OTSJbMQfdZjwMHqjKDBCUy3kC9qhS2s3ZlIubcnuMSelAM/s320/pic4.png&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501751599384352962&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Look at him just float/standing there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe27Y_SkjJTfl-vCG8RM0xAK5XwOE3yZw3wahaMQldDwycPVIwclb3lirXzYckgBfYfzZPfc9sk5AsJwHIDEHd9MkGJ4GGX6BLiZ5eyFXwZOkds99RyucTbtxcaw_uIUAEDZX64oGkca4/s1600/pic5.png&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe27Y_SkjJTfl-vCG8RM0xAK5XwOE3yZw3wahaMQldDwycPVIwclb3lirXzYckgBfYfzZPfc9sk5AsJwHIDEHd9MkGJ4GGX6BLiZ5eyFXwZOkds99RyucTbtxcaw_uIUAEDZX64oGkca4/s320/pic5.png&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501751759631812002&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;And then that&#39;s when the ghost obviously decided he hated Cops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoGeRx9GWkhmtewF9stWildUYMFqnERdHYla3s1Cqo14mBwoCfHmFzfZKTqH9KAycIoD3w3Ldoe6KIU41vgDi7LYj1EkWJR-t-5qB2OYkt_COfDHkAKo8CV2F-3rUwpIAbbjwQ_Y0WeMU/s1600/pic6.png&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoGeRx9GWkhmtewF9stWildUYMFqnERdHYla3s1Cqo14mBwoCfHmFzfZKTqH9KAycIoD3w3Ldoe6KIU41vgDi7LYj1EkWJR-t-5qB2OYkt_COfDHkAKo8CV2F-3rUwpIAbbjwQ_Y0WeMU/s320/pic6.png&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501752422496529266&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;My face at the end of it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that&#39;s why you can see that the most logical explanation for my television changing the channel its&#39; self is because a ghost did it. A ghost that&#39;s a real jerk, hates Cops,  and has no sense of awesomeness. Of course it&#39;s always likely that it was something boring like interfering infrared waves, but that&#39;s not as entertaining as the story that I just illustrated.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrectspellingaccepted.blogspot.com/feeds/2093244535825910891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://incorrectspellingaccepted.blogspot.com/2010/08/not-today-ghost.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701501055051865324/posts/default/2093244535825910891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701501055051865324/posts/default/2093244535825910891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrectspellingaccepted.blogspot.com/2010/08/not-today-ghost.html' title='Not today ghost'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18220566766013893660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dwnd55GtYyY/TFEtwojG2mI/AAAAAAAAABU/_ZcW_WCEgB0/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-29+at+03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9EanjlDlX3R0Flghg1nbC8XFUQzOvzTL3JahVPNfHZHBRndHL2T_d-JB143TIdV1Fe1Siuafg1hYnEffu_AvEacuFR6Lmifydxq0ehebd2YSh2YsBmgFr-8BqBhw4uR8yc_ptyoWT08o/s72-c/pic1.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701501055051865324.post-5595409974390749476</id><published>2010-08-02T18:15:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T19:20:25.165-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="denist"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="venture bros"/><title type='text'>Crentist the Dentist</title><content type='html'>I was gonna write this earlier when I had a dentist appointment but I felt like crap. I had to get a crown put on so like half my face was numb. The dentist came in with this huge needle and gave me like 3 shots in my mouth, my attempt to make any kind of expression had been thwarted. And then she starts asking me questions like how I&#39;m doing, I&#39;m not quite sure how I&#39;m supposed to answer questions when I can&#39;t talk(maybe hand signals or sign language), but since I know neither of those I was stuck talking with a weird lisp. Then the dentist will start asking you questions when they&#39;re messing with your teeth. I would love to answer your question about how my weekend was but for some reason I can&#39;t seem to move my mouth at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m not a big fan of the dentist, I think it&#39;s the fact that even when you&#39;re numb you can hear them working on your teeth. The sound just travels right up your jaw(makes me cringe just thinking about it), just think about that next time you&#39;re at the dentist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc6_yg6WtbS_KVcBqarTgSD7wPYNXhbvKAtLE_QEAr4mpK7wbhSj7eCp3xnXj6IPhCsf4L2jYs-KJI6lM5-aGSGfBSNLF8z8kPwpX6YgoJc-EuSVB26JfesF2AvKfZ2IWmN8VO-os2zYk/s1600/1264650614751.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 400px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc6_yg6WtbS_KVcBqarTgSD7wPYNXhbvKAtLE_QEAr4mpK7wbhSj7eCp3xnXj6IPhCsf4L2jYs-KJI6lM5-aGSGfBSNLF8z8kPwpX6YgoJc-EuSVB26JfesF2AvKfZ2IWmN8VO-os2zYk/s400/1264650614751.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500955851229672386&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-size:78%;&quot;&gt;Picture completely unrelated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of that discussion of HORRIBLE THINGS. Instead I&#39;m now gonna talk about how awesome the show &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0417373/&quot;&gt;The Venture Bros&lt;/a&gt; is. My sitting at home wallowing in my own pain allowed me to catch up on the first 3 seasons that I just bought on dvd. It&#39;s a smart show with a lot of action and comedy, GO WATCH IT NOW(and it&#39;s animated, BUT THAT SHOULDN&#39;T BE A DETERRENT). Anyway, I think that&#39;s about all I can come up with for this post BUT THERE WILL BE MORE, OH THERE WILL BE MORE(tomorrow or the next day, and possibly with drawings, but no guarantees there.)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrectspellingaccepted.blogspot.com/feeds/5595409974390749476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://incorrectspellingaccepted.blogspot.com/2010/08/crentist-dentist.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701501055051865324/posts/default/5595409974390749476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701501055051865324/posts/default/5595409974390749476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrectspellingaccepted.blogspot.com/2010/08/crentist-dentist.html' title='Crentist the Dentist'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18220566766013893660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dwnd55GtYyY/TFEtwojG2mI/AAAAAAAAABU/_ZcW_WCEgB0/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-29+at+03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc6_yg6WtbS_KVcBqarTgSD7wPYNXhbvKAtLE_QEAr4mpK7wbhSj7eCp3xnXj6IPhCsf4L2jYs-KJI6lM5-aGSGfBSNLF8z8kPwpX6YgoJc-EuSVB26JfesF2AvKfZ2IWmN8VO-os2zYk/s72-c/1264650614751.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701501055051865324.post-1326600900286156033</id><published>2010-08-01T00:47:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T01:59:40.366-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="BRUCE WILLIS IS A GHOST"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="movies"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="spoilers"/><title type='text'>Spoiler Alert(Bruce Willis is a ghost)</title><content type='html'>As I sit here writing this post, I&#39;m also watching &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1130884/&quot;&gt;Shutter Island&lt;/a&gt; and I can&#39;t focus on writing at all. PREPARE FOR GROSS AMOUNTS OF MISSPELLINGS(I actually misspelled misspellings at first but didn&#39;t want to look like an idiot) AND GRAMMAR ERRORS. This movie is definitely worth checking out if you haven&#39;t already, even if someone ruined the plot for you(if so punch that person). I&#39;m not a big fan of people spoiling movies, but there&#39;s a certain length of time that a person has to see the movie before everyone should know the plot. Like if someone hasn&#39;t seen &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0167404/&quot;&gt;The Sixth Sense&lt;/a&gt; and still doesn&#39;t know that BRUCE WILLIS WAS A GHOST THE WHOLE TIME that&#39;s their own damn fault for being so slow on the pickup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNqnaKWuhTVmrsWBosQ_svHeT3ZHlSPsBfKcMnIUEcirKGaYJUe67vIeKlg4Auoq5A8oZEBYzAXPr2AcUcTHqKO8086WVqBH0mys3v_7_lgEzWcUbwAq6MJVyOqRh3a9V75YuiPoHnP2I/s1600/1274681702984.png&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 400px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNqnaKWuhTVmrsWBosQ_svHeT3ZHlSPsBfKcMnIUEcirKGaYJUe67vIeKlg4Auoq5A8oZEBYzAXPr2AcUcTHqKO8086WVqBH0mys3v_7_lgEzWcUbwAq6MJVyOqRh3a9V75YuiPoHnP2I/s400/1274681702984.png&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500304100221346226&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:78%;&quot;&gt;The look on that one person&#39;s face as I just ruined The Sixth Sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;I completely understand not seeing a movie for like 2 years, maybe even 3 but come on, over a decade get with the program and update your netflix or blockbuster queue more often. But there are some movies, however, that are impossible to spoil no matter how hard you try. One of the more recent ones that comes to mind is &lt;a href=http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1375666/&gt;Inception&lt;/a&gt;. That movie has so many twists and turns and such an indefinite ending that I could tell you the entire plot of the film and you would still be confused(but I&#39;m not gonna do that though because 2 years hasn&#39;t passed, BUT WHEN IT DOES, prepare for some confusion). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you&#39;ve seen in the past couple of paragraphs I love &lt;a href=http://www.imdb.com&gt;The Internet Movie Database&lt;/a&gt;, and can wonder around that website for hours. But one think that&#39;s a little annoying is the message boards. Sometimes I might go there before I see a movie and look thru the message boards to see if it&#39;s any good but the chances of finding spoilers there is close to 100, even just in the titles of the messages. DON&#39;T GO TO THE MESSAGE BOARDS OF A MOVIE YOU WANT TO SEE LOOKING FOR NO SPOILERS, because you&#39;ll find&#39;em and then you&#39;ll be all disappointed about a movie being ruined. At least that&#39;s the way I would feel, since I try and see as many movies as possible.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrectspellingaccepted.blogspot.com/feeds/1326600900286156033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://incorrectspellingaccepted.blogspot.com/2010/08/spoiler-alert.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701501055051865324/posts/default/1326600900286156033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701501055051865324/posts/default/1326600900286156033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrectspellingaccepted.blogspot.com/2010/08/spoiler-alert.html' title='Spoiler Alert(Bruce Willis is a ghost)'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18220566766013893660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dwnd55GtYyY/TFEtwojG2mI/AAAAAAAAABU/_ZcW_WCEgB0/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-29+at+03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNqnaKWuhTVmrsWBosQ_svHeT3ZHlSPsBfKcMnIUEcirKGaYJUe67vIeKlg4Auoq5A8oZEBYzAXPr2AcUcTHqKO8086WVqBH0mys3v_7_lgEzWcUbwAq6MJVyOqRh3a9V75YuiPoHnP2I/s72-c/1274681702984.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701501055051865324.post-7980758491239376192</id><published>2010-07-30T01:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T02:28:37.050-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dvds"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="movies"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="scratches"/><title type='text'>Flibbenflarben</title><content type='html'>Finally got that song out of my head from the other day but today, GREATER PROBLEMS AROSE. I was trying to watch a movie that we had rented from blockbuster and about 15 minutes into the movie it just stopped. It was a point where something extremely important to the plot takes place, so it&#39;s not like I can just fast forward and forget about it. Someone managed to scratch the disc at just the right place where I have to actually replace the disc to continue watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4iptHs3R3jyfEeM-nEsOw_NDNco87Ldyl9f3D9dNmn5o8_7h1sY5iwn6AGVeBdOhv8T8BKV8_Z-_Rx6s8Zu4OYVUvGCAJe_GE1kxYFsMqZRhyphenhyphenAGZGhUH_UaEiLmunogRJjGx8W_t4_ro/s1600/1261030762977.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 387px; height: 380px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4iptHs3R3jyfEeM-nEsOw_NDNco87Ldyl9f3D9dNmn5o8_7h1sY5iwn6AGVeBdOhv8T8BKV8_Z-_Rx6s8Zu4OYVUvGCAJe_GE1kxYFsMqZRhyphenhyphenAGZGhUH_UaEiLmunogRJjGx8W_t4_ro/s400/1261030762977.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499576918140854290&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was pretty much my face when that happened. I had gotten just far enough in where I was kinda drawn in to the movie, but I had a feeling that the movie wasn&#39;t gonna be that good. So now I was in the situation where I could go replace the disc at blockbuster and finish the movie or just send it back in for another movie altogether. It was starting to become a lot of work for something that probably would not pay off in the end. I finally got it to play all the way through on my xbox somehow, but that still begs the question of, WHO THE HELL SCRATCHES DISCS THAT BAD?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a dvd to stop playing like that there has to be some major scratches on it. It&#39;s like someone decide to take the dvd outside and rub it on the pavement before they sent it back in, or possibly use it as a frisbee. I&#39;m sure everyone else has had the same experience with one movie that they&#39;ve rented. The determination to get the dvd to actually start playing correctly all depends on how good the movie is, or is supposed to be. The movie by the way was, &lt;a href=http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0765010/&gt;Brothers&lt;/a&gt; and the payoff was not worth the effort put in. It was still good, just not worth trying to find the exact time at which the movie stops skipping.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrectspellingaccepted.blogspot.com/feeds/7980758491239376192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://incorrectspellingaccepted.blogspot.com/2010/07/flibbenflarben.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701501055051865324/posts/default/7980758491239376192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701501055051865324/posts/default/7980758491239376192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrectspellingaccepted.blogspot.com/2010/07/flibbenflarben.html' title='Flibbenflarben'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18220566766013893660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dwnd55GtYyY/TFEtwojG2mI/AAAAAAAAABU/_ZcW_WCEgB0/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-29+at+03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4iptHs3R3jyfEeM-nEsOw_NDNco87Ldyl9f3D9dNmn5o8_7h1sY5iwn6AGVeBdOhv8T8BKV8_Z-_Rx6s8Zu4OYVUvGCAJe_GE1kxYFsMqZRhyphenhyphenAGZGhUH_UaEiLmunogRJjGx8W_t4_ro/s72-c/1261030762977.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701501055051865324.post-5793883746544189818</id><published>2010-07-29T01:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T14:23:33.215-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="catchy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="panic"/><title type='text'>I can&#39;t hear my own thoughts</title><content type='html'>I&#39;m starting out by throwing you this video of a song that has been running through my head FOR 4 HOURS.(and I&#39;m actually putting it on here so you too can be easily distracted while trying to do something productive)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width=&quot;480&quot; height=&quot;385&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/9AlH2oYedfk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/9AlH2oYedfk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;480&quot; height=&quot;385&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of that song is the only part that I really have going through my head. It might be the fact that he says &quot;hang the dj&quot; like 20 times. But I can&#39;t really think of another song that has gotten stuck in my head so easily in a long time. Oh wait yes I can, Radio Gaga by Queen. OH MY GOD THAT SONG IS SO FUCKING CATCHY/ANNOYING. I will not put that one on here because I will go back to listening to it and never be able to sleep again. I was actually trying to go to sleep the other day and finally managed but woke up like 4 hours later finding myself like wording the lyrics to Radio Gaga. I would dare you to go listen to that song and then not have it stuck in your head, but I don&#39;t want anyone going crazy. I definitely prefer having Panic by The Smiths stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I&#39;ve managed to come across a number of catchy songs in the past week, Panic thanks to Shaun of the Dead(great movie by the way). Hopefully this whole trend of having catchy songs stuck in my head will go away soon, since I actually talk in my sleep. I&#39;m sure my new roommate would love me saying &quot;hang the dj&quot; over and over while sleeping, but most likely not. If it doesn&#39;t, oh well, I&#39;ll have a hell of a lot of good songs on my ipod with great replay value. Speaking of catchy songs though, I have one more, this time it&#39;s Passion Pit(an artist I just heard about). &lt;a &quot;href=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ScC_pi3PJ9k&amp;feature=avmsc2&quot;&gt;It didn&#39;t fit right&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrectspellingaccepted.blogspot.com/feeds/5793883746544189818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://incorrectspellingaccepted.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-cant-hear-my-own-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701501055051865324/posts/default/5793883746544189818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701501055051865324/posts/default/5793883746544189818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrectspellingaccepted.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-cant-hear-my-own-thoughts.html' title='I can&#39;t hear my own thoughts'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18220566766013893660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dwnd55GtYyY/TFEtwojG2mI/AAAAAAAAABU/_ZcW_WCEgB0/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-29+at+03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5701501055051865324.post-3872799042322571137</id><published>2010-07-27T16:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T00:40:56.523-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="caps lock"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cruise control"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="YELLING"/><title type='text'>WHAT ARE WE YELLING ABOUT</title><content type='html'>I&#39;m sure the above title grabbed your attention most likely for one reason and one reason alone CAPS LOCK. Although another reason might be because of the Anchorman reference, but that&#39;s not important. I seem to find myself using CAPS LOCK(and yes I am going to capitalize it every time) online when I feel like yelling at whoever I&#39;m talking to. It&#39;s weird though because whenever I read back something that I&#39;ve written in CAPS LOCK I&#39;m literally yelling in my head. I&#39;m pretty sure it&#39;s not normal and it makes me wonder why the voice inside my head is yelling at me. Who was the person that decided that CAPS LOCK can&#39;t be the standard for online conversation or even regular papers? Why can&#39;t my words be emphasized more without people thinking I&#39;m yelling at them? I WANT TO JUST BE ABLE TO TALK LOUDLY AT PEOPLE, IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6GSO5KFP5DMyj0qwtk04rKnl3b_90k1hHRnWTNjzZ3PElsIvVLl5qTh2e6QCncM3D4ogkAuE33yiKP5UnZX8Q5H2XQUlzsL5MRFvBCukIpu7jh1FTiHsBDKyJkM58z99KnWZQe1z9y-w/s1600/1275808236527.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6GSO5KFP5DMyj0qwtk04rKnl3b_90k1hHRnWTNjzZ3PElsIvVLl5qTh2e6QCncM3D4ogkAuE33yiKP5UnZX8Q5H2XQUlzsL5MRFvBCukIpu7jh1FTiHsBDKyJkM58z99KnWZQe1z9y-w/s400/1275808236527.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498714300280004946&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently the answer is yes, it is too much to ask. Like if I were to use CAPS LOCK and then have a period at the end of my sentence is that really yelling since I&#39;m showing that I&#39;m not exclaiming anything.PEOPLE NEED TO LEARN TO READ SENTENCES CORRECTLY?(that was an intentional question mark, so if you actually read back yelling in your head it&#39;ll sound like a question and you don&#39;t really hear people yelling when they&#39;re asking questions) Wait, now that I think about it, people do ask questions all the time when they&#39;re yelling but there&#39;s no going back now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone should know that yelling on the internet makes you look cool, CAPS LOCK IS CRUISE CONTROL FOR COOL. But I&#39;m pretty sure yelling on a school paper would get you in trouble for yelling at your professor, although I have yet to try it. And now that is on the top of my list to do in the upcoming semester in my classes. SO YOU SHOULD DEFINITELY TRY AND USE CAPS LOCK AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE JUST FOR THE SMALL SENSE OF SATISFACTION THAT YOU&#39;RE CAUSING AT LEAST ONE PERSON TO READ IT AS IF YOU&#39;RE YELLING IN THEIR HEAD. And if you&#39;ve made it this far looking at my ramblings, have a pretty suggestive video about some guy&#39;s johnson, &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fxVH5sKUlPg&quot;&gt;YAY FOR VIDEOS&lt;/a&gt; . I can guarantee that song will be going thru your head for a while.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://incorrectspellingaccepted.blogspot.com/feeds/3872799042322571137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://incorrectspellingaccepted.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-are-we-yelling-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701501055051865324/posts/default/3872799042322571137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5701501055051865324/posts/default/3872799042322571137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://incorrectspellingaccepted.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-are-we-yelling-about.html' title='WHAT ARE WE YELLING ABOUT'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18220566766013893660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Dwnd55GtYyY/TFEtwojG2mI/AAAAAAAAABU/_ZcW_WCEgB0/S220/Photo+on+2010-07-29+at+03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6GSO5KFP5DMyj0qwtk04rKnl3b_90k1hHRnWTNjzZ3PElsIvVLl5qTh2e6QCncM3D4ogkAuE33yiKP5UnZX8Q5H2XQUlzsL5MRFvBCukIpu7jh1FTiHsBDKyJkM58z99KnWZQe1z9y-w/s72-c/1275808236527.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>