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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075307</id><updated>2009-10-17T06:16:52.876-04:00</updated><title type="text">The Life and Times of Bill</title><subtitle type="html">Bill.  EMT, firefighter, police dispatcher, college student, and a secret agent on weekends.  Read this journal and keep tabs on Bill, international man of mystery.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://journalofbill.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://journalofbill.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075307/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25" /><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02055663688657470825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>308</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><logo>http://billy3.com/logo_small.gif</logo><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/journalofbill" type="application/atom+xml" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>journalofbill</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><feedburner:browserFriendly>This is an XML content feed. It is intended to be viewed in a newsreader or syndicated to another site, subject to copyright and fair use.</feedburner:browserFriendly><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075307.post-1774678178957820942</id><published>2008-04-20T19:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T22:36:52.600-04:00</updated><title type="text">A record of my day</title><content type="html">Today, I went to the &lt;a href="http://cincinnatiartmuseum.org/"&gt;Cincinnati Art Museum&lt;/a&gt; in &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;geocode=&amp;amp;q=eden+park,+cincinnati,+ohio"&gt;Eden Park&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A &lt;a href="http://frontier.cincinnati.com/blogs/art/2008/01/vroom-vroomvroom-jag-roadster-replaces.asp"&gt;Jaguar &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="PagesHomeCurrExShortDesc"&gt;&lt;a href="http://frontier.cincinnati.com/blogs/art/2008/01/vroom-vroomvroom-jag-roadster-replaces.asp"&gt;1969 E-Type Roadster&lt;/a&gt;... it was exceedingly awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="PagesHomeCurrExShortDesc"&gt;"Maps and Manifests" by Los Angeles artist &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mark_Bradford"&gt;Mark Bradford&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="PagesHomeCurrExShortDesc"&gt;An exhibit called 'LeWitt x 2" that had a sampling of the expansive collection of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sol_LeWitt"&gt;Sol LeWitt&lt;/a&gt;, an artist and collector who passed away in 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;It was a beautiful museum in general.  I'd like to go back and look at things more closely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other recent events:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went on a fun road trip to New Orleans.  Photos &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/billyv/sets/72157604466773889/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/billyv/2401661207/" title="New Orleans by Billy V, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2221/2401661207_7e8a3df3b5.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="New Orleans" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/billyv/2401696609/" title="St Louis Cathedral by Billy V, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3227/2401696609_2a05a1a1e0.jpg" alt="St Louis Cathedral" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm finishing up my EMT-Intermediate training.  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Bars, restaurants, bowling alleys... no smoking, please.  You can still smoke in your own home, your own car, and outdoors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[20:35] Chris C:&lt;/span&gt; the smoking ban, for instance.  that was completely unconstitutional&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;[20:36] Bill:&lt;/span&gt; I'm not a fan of your cancer sticks, so I'll leave that issue aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[20:36] Chris C:&lt;/span&gt; i'm not a fan of car exhaust.  i'm not a fan of the chemical plant right down the road from me.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;[20:37] Bill:&lt;/span&gt; me either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[20:38] Chris C:&lt;/span&gt; they're also telling owners how to run their businesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;[20:41] Bill:&lt;/span&gt; i don't think i could ever be convinced of a connection between civil rights and smoking in enclosed public spaces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[20:41] Chris C:&lt;/span&gt; well, you're not a smoker. but a fraction of the population chooses to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[20:42] Chris C:&lt;/span&gt; and a fraction of businesses in the united states chooses to have a smoking section to accommodate those who do smoke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;[20:57] Bill:&lt;/span&gt; The problem here is that people are having trouble visualizing the harm because it isn't immediate. We're all about blood and gore. There is insurmountable evidence of the danger of second hand smoke, and how sitting in a bar is like smoking x number of cigarettes / packs. About how often non-smoking family members get lung cancer *before* the smokers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;[20:58] Bill:&lt;/span&gt; It's like drunk driving. No one is against banning that. The harm is clear and immediate. You are allowed to drink. You are not allowed to drink and drive, because you will eventually hurt other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;[20:58] Bill:&lt;/span&gt; And individual businesses don't have the right to permit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;[20:58] Bill:&lt;/span&gt; Kroger cant be like, "Hell, you're allowed to drink and drive in our parking lot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;[20:58] Bill:&lt;/span&gt; "It's our god damned parking lot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;[20:58] Bill:&lt;/span&gt; "And we want to cater to those who have an activity they like to do that will harm other people."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[20:58] Chris C:&lt;/span&gt; hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;[20:59] Bill:&lt;/span&gt; "Go shop somewhere that doesn't let you drive drunk in the lot.  Screw you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[20:59] Chris C:&lt;/span&gt; the population has to die off somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kroger is badass like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, what do you think about it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075307-8778636072792172619?l=journalofbill.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://journalofbill.blogspot.com/feeds/3359140061483450035/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075307&amp;postID=3359140061483450035" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075307/posts/default/3359140061483450035" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075307/posts/default/3359140061483450035" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://journalofbill.blogspot.com/2006/12/you-know-what-really-grinds-my-gears.html" title="You know what really grinds my gears?" /><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02055663688657470825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13380397797180235178" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075307.post-2680188887728243693</id><published>2006-11-18T09:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T10:44:53.128-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="howto" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tech" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Firefox" /><title type="text">Making Firefox sexy</title><content type="html">One of the many beauties of the Firefox web browser is the ability to make it do just about anything you want it to.  In its default state, it works great.  But you're not default, are you?  No.  You're super sweet, and customization is what you're all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Internet Explorer 7 is out now, and it's worth examining.  Mainly because they've finally caught up to many of the features Firefox has had since the beginning of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But too little, too late, in my opinion.  And their support for standards hasn't improved yet.  I won't bore you with that part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do like the layout of the new IE7 in how it conserves screen real-estate (making more of the actual webpage visible without scrolling).  Luckily, you can make Firefox look anyway you'd like with customization and extensions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.billy3.com/uploaded_images/firefox_screenshot1-777407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt;" src="http://www.billy3.com/uploaded_images/firefox_screenshot1-775127.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main helpful change I made is more effectively using all the blank space on the menu bar found at the top of the default layout.  By right clicking on it and choosing 'Customize...' you can &lt;a href="http://www.mozilla.org/support/firefox/faq#toolbar"&gt;rearrange all those toolbar elements&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.billy3.com/uploaded_images/firefox_screenshot2-746836.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.billy3.com/uploaded_images/firefox_screenshot2-745674.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved the navigational buttons to the top-left, with the address bar next to them.  I've optimized my bookmarks by using the bookmarks toolbar, and when an icon for the site is available, deleting the title of the bookmark for a nice icon-only toolbar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drop-down menus, which I rarely use, got moved to the right of the address bar.  Since the 'Tools' menu is the only one I find myself clicking on regularly, I consolidated more space by putting the rest in a single drop-down with the &lt;a href="https://addons.mozilla.org/firefox/1455/"&gt;Tiny Menu&lt;/a&gt; extension.  You can put all or some of your menus in one drop-down.  Very handy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.billy3.com/uploaded_images/firefox_screenshot3-753770.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.billy3.com/uploaded_images/firefox_screenshot3-752582.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also gave the address bar a little more room by getting rid of the progress spinner in the top-right corner, and the Go-button I never use on the address bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With some option-tweaking, and more advanced code pasting, you can make your browser exactly how you want it.  Check out &lt;a href="http://www.mozilla.org/support/firefox/tips"&gt;tips and tricks on Mozilla&lt;/a&gt; for more fun changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have you done with your Firefox?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075307-2680188887728243693?l=journalofbill.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://journalofbill.blogspot.com/feeds/2680188887728243693/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075307&amp;postID=2680188887728243693" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075307/posts/default/2680188887728243693" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075307/posts/default/2680188887728243693" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://journalofbill.blogspot.com/2006/11/making-firefox-sexy.html" title="Making Firefox sexy" /><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02055663688657470825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13380397797180235178" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075307.post-3227945683403631523</id><published>2006-11-18T08:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T09:30:17.047-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="survey" /><title type="text">I've done 92 stupid things.</title><content type="html">Today's stupid survey brought to you by me.  Prepare to be dazzled and amazed by the intimate details provided below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 1&lt;br /&gt;( ) Smoked a Cigarette&lt;br /&gt;(x) Smoked a Cigar    &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;twice now... does that make it a habit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Tried Weed&lt;br /&gt;(x) Drank Alcohol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) Are / Been In Love&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Dumped      &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;good times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Shoplifted&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been Fired&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been In a Fist Fight      &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;i only get in kick fights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 3&lt;br /&gt;(x) Snuck Out Of a Parent's House   &lt;br /&gt;(x) Had Feelings for Someone Who Didn't Have Them Back     &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;crappy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been Arrested&lt;br /&gt;(x) Made Out With a Stranger           &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;it was spin the bottle, i swear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Gone Out On a Blind Date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 4&lt;br /&gt;(x) Had a Crush on an Older Person...   &lt;br /&gt;(x) Skipped School&lt;br /&gt;(x) Relationship With a Co-worker     &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Seen Someone / Something Die      &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;unfortunately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 5&lt;br /&gt;(x) Had a Crush on One of Your Friends&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been To Paris&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been To Spain&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been On a Plane&lt;br /&gt;( ) Thrown Up From Drinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 6&lt;br /&gt;( ) Eaten Sushi      &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I don't do seafood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Snowboarding/Skiing     &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Let it snow, let it snow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Met Someone    &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;What the hell does this mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 7&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been In an Abusive Relationship&lt;br /&gt;( ) Taken Pain Killers&lt;br /&gt;(x) "Liked" Someone Who You Couldn't Have&lt;br /&gt;(x) laid On Your Back and Watched Cloud Shapes Go By&lt;br /&gt;(x) Made a Snow Angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 8&lt;br /&gt;(x) Had a Tea Party      &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Two sisters, it happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Flown a Kite&lt;br /&gt;(x) Built a Sand Castle&lt;br /&gt;(x) Gone Puddle Jumping&lt;br /&gt;(x) Played Dress Up      &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;See above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 9&lt;br /&gt;(x) Jumped Into a Pile of Leaves&lt;br /&gt;(x) Gone Sledding&lt;br /&gt;(x) Cheated While Playing a Game&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Lonely&lt;br /&gt;(x) Fallen Asleep At Work / School&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;In certain classes, it is more noteworthy that I'm awake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 10&lt;br /&gt;( ) Used a Fake / Someone Else's ID&lt;br /&gt;(x) Watched the Sun Set&lt;br /&gt;( ) Felt an Earthquake&lt;br /&gt;( ) Killed a Snake       &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Never encountered one on a plane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 11&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Tickled&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been Robbed / Vandalized&lt;br /&gt;( ) Robbed Someone&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;( ) Pet a Deer     &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Not for lack of trying.  They run away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 12&lt;br /&gt;(x) Won a Contest&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been Suspended From School&lt;br /&gt;(x) Had Detention&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been In a Car / Motorcycle Accident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 13&lt;br /&gt;( ) had / Have Braces&lt;br /&gt;(x) Eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night      &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;or more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Had deja-vu&lt;br /&gt;(x) Danced in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 14&lt;br /&gt;(x) Hated the Way You Looked&lt;br /&gt;( ) Pole Danced&lt;br /&gt;(x) Questioned Your Heart&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been Obsessed With Post-It Notes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 15&lt;br /&gt;(x) Squished Barefoot Through the Mud&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Lost&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been To the Opposite Side of the World&lt;br /&gt;(x) Swam In the Ocean / Gulf&lt;br /&gt;(x) Felt Like You Were Dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 16&lt;br /&gt;(x) Cried Yourself to Sleep&lt;br /&gt;(x) Played Cops and Robbers      &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Laura and I did that a lot...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Recently Colored With Crayons / Colored Pencils / Markers&lt;br /&gt;(x) Sang Karaoke&lt;br /&gt;(x) Paid For a Meal with Only Coins    &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 17&lt;br /&gt;(x) Done Something You Told Yourself You Wouldn't    &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Made Prank Phone Calls       &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Laughed Until Some Kind Of Beverage Came Out Of Your Nose&lt;br /&gt;(x) Kissed In the Rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 18&lt;br /&gt;(x) Written a Letter to Santa Clause        &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;and he wrote back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Kissed Under a Mistletoe&lt;br /&gt;(x) Watched the Sun Set With Someone You Care / Cared About&lt;br /&gt;(x) Blown Bubbles&lt;br /&gt;(x) Made a Bonfire on the Beach       &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;and i'd like to again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 19&lt;br /&gt;( ) Crashed a Party&lt;br /&gt;( ) Have Traveled More Than 5 Days with A Car Full Of People&lt;br /&gt;(x) Gone Roller skating / Blading&lt;br /&gt;(x) Had a Wish Come True&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been ###### by a Monkey        &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;This amuses me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 20&lt;br /&gt;( ) Worn Pearls&lt;br /&gt;( ) Jumped Off a Bridge         &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Does a cliff count?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Screamed "Penis" In Class/work&lt;br /&gt;( ) Swam With Dolphins        &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Do sharks count?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 21&lt;br /&gt;(x) Got Your Tongue Stuck to a Pole / Freezer/ice Cube&lt;br /&gt;( ) Kissed a Fish&lt;br /&gt;( ) Worn the Opposite Sex's Clothes&lt;br /&gt;(x) Sat on a Roof Top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 22&lt;br /&gt;(x) Screamed At the Top of Your Lungs&lt;br /&gt;(x) Done / Attempted a One-Handed Cartwheel    &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Attempted, failed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Talked On the Phone for More Than 5 Hours    &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Probably 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Stayed Up All Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 23&lt;br /&gt;(x) Picked and Ate an Apple Right Off the Tree&lt;br /&gt;(x) Climbed a Tree&lt;br /&gt;(x) Had / Been In a Tree House&lt;br /&gt;( ) Scared To Watch Scary Movies Alone  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I would; prefer not to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 24&lt;br /&gt;(x) Believed In Ghosts&lt;br /&gt;( ) Have / Had More Then 30 Pairs of Shoes&lt;br /&gt;( ) Gone Skinny Dipping       &lt;br /&gt;( ) Jail / Visit (went to visit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 25&lt;br /&gt;( ) Played Chicken&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Pushed Into a Pool with All Your Clothes On&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Told You're Hot by a Complete Stranger&lt;br /&gt;(x) Broken a Bone              &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Wrist, yay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Easily Amused     &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 26&lt;br /&gt;(x) Caught a Fish&lt;br /&gt;(x) Made A Video&lt;br /&gt;(x) Caught a Butterfly          &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Sorry Mr. Flutters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Laughed So Hard You Cried&lt;br /&gt;(x) Cried So Hard You Laughed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 27&lt;br /&gt;( ) Mooned / Flashed Someone&lt;br /&gt;(x) Had Someone Moon / Flash You&lt;br /&gt;(x) Cheated On a Test        &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;There was a lot of whispering during grade school vocab tests&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Forgotten Someone's Name       &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Hey.... you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Slept Naked&lt;br /&gt;( ) French Braided Someone's Hair      &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;A freedom braid?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been Kicked Out Of Your House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 28&lt;br /&gt;(x) Rode a Roller Coaster&lt;br /&gt;(x) Went Scuba-Diving / Snorkeling&lt;br /&gt;( ) black-Mailed Someone&lt;br /&gt;( ) been Black Mailed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 29&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been Used&lt;br /&gt;(x) Fell Going down The Stairs&lt;br /&gt;(x) Fell Going up the Stairs&lt;br /&gt;(x) Licked By a Cat&lt;br /&gt;(x) Bitten Someone&lt;br /&gt;(x) Licked Someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 32&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been shot at         &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;There was gunplay, but no shots fired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) flattened someone tires&lt;br /&gt;(x) Drove your car until the gas light came on     &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Every week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Got five dollars or less worth of gas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total:  92&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075307-3227945683403631523?l=journalofbill.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://journalofbill.blogspot.com/feeds/116313110644487909/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075307&amp;postID=116313110644487909" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075307/posts/default/116313110644487909" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075307/posts/default/116313110644487909" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://journalofbill.blogspot.com/2006/11/flying-and-other-activities.html" title="Pictures from flying!" /><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02055663688657470825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="13380397797180235178" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075307.post-116295930492526293</id><published>2006-11-07T22:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T03:33:52.187-05:00</updated><title type="text">Video time</title><content type="html">As I mentioned in a previous post, I was down at Erica and Bradley's house with their friend Eric, and we decided the prudent thing to do would be to make a music video.  We began selecting the music, Jared arrived to join the fun, and soon after we were complete.  See the results below, or on &lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=8663523427746487771&amp;q=fun+zone"&gt;Google Video&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fun Zone" by Weird Al&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="width:400px; height:326px;" id="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=8663523427746487771&amp;hl=en" flashvars=""&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one Jared recently uploaded: &lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-640644388286474538"&gt;Erica telling jokes to herself&lt;/a&gt;, via greenscreen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="width:400px; height:326px;" id="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=-640644388286474538&amp;hl=en" flashvars=""&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075307-116295930492526293?l=journalofbill.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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[&lt;a href="http://www.photojojo.com/content/tutorials/project-365-take-a-photo-a-day/"&gt;Read more about the project here&lt;/a&gt;.. it's a great idea.]   You can see my photoset for Project 365 &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/billyv/sets/72157594329763983/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  Unfortunately, I'm 11 days into it and I've already missed one, but I'm going to keep marching forward and try to not let that happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday the 17th [&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/billyv/archives/date-taken/2006/10/17/detail/"&gt;all photos from that day&lt;/a&gt;], I stopped on my way home from class in Hamilton to take some pictures by the rain-swollen Great Miami River.  I also took some requisite driving photographs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/billyv/272472795/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/106/272472795_1e47c53449_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Stormy day" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/billyv/272471179/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/83/272471179_367512c499_m.jpg" width="240" height="92" alt="photos while driving 4" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday the 20th [&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/billyv/archives/date-taken/2006/10/20/detail/"&gt;all photos from that day&lt;/a&gt;], there was an afternoon trip to the opthamologist in Columbus, and family time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/billyv/276666623/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/89/276666623_fdb20915de_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="1 or 2? A or B?" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellen had a Navy JROTC drill meet the next morning so she was busy preparing for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/billyv/276666917/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/100/276666917_fbae354504_m.jpg" width="225" height="240" alt="Ellen gets ready" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday the 21st, my sister Sarah and I took &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/billyv/sets/72157594340576317/"&gt;a trip through the carwash&lt;/a&gt; at BP with three colors of soap on our way to Olive Garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/billyv/276805122/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/107/276805122_141dc65e84_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="image 056" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning, &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/billyv/archives/date-taken/2006/10/22/detail/"&gt;the 22nd&lt;/a&gt;, I went along with Erica and Bradley on their &lt;a href="http://churchhop.blogspot.com/2006/10/church-22-clough-united-methodist.html"&gt;churchhop&lt;/a&gt;.  They review what it's like for a newcomer at a different church every Sunday and post to the blog.  This week was the Clough United Methodist Church.  Check it out.  Afterwards, we had cookie time at a bakery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/billyv/276881748/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/94/276881748_2c49e6c51e_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Mmm treats" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/billyv/276881790/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/102/276881790_49d089de2a_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Cookie time!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/billyv/archives/date-taken/2006/10/23/detail/"&gt;Today&lt;/a&gt;, the highlight at work was taking delivery of our new shiny white police cars.  Navy blue is being phased out for the safer white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/billyv/277864051/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/117/277864051_8abd4245b3_m.jpg" width="240" height="86" alt="White is the new navy blue." /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also tried out my new &lt;a href="http://www.joby.com/"&gt;gorillapod&lt;/a&gt;, a bendable mini-tripod that attaches to just about anything.  I used it to take a from-above photo at the firehouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/billyv/277864092/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/81/277864092_3b9acc2923_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="Me at the firehouse" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew.  All that link-pasting was exhausting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075307-116166608498340670?l=journalofbill.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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The teacher was Mr. Brooks, and there was no sing-song routine.  That was his first year teaching at our school, and it was particularly easy to ruffle his feathers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was always calling us "people" when we screwed around.  "Peeeeeeee-puhl! Settle!"  I'm sure he was thinking of more colorful language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, being the mild-mannered young man that I was, I passed a note around the class with specific instructions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collaborating as a group more efficiently than ever before, the entire class quietly removed a sheet of loose-leaf notebook paper while Mr. Brooks prattled on about the hypotenuse or some similar geometry-related drivel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the second-hand on the wall clock struck 10:13, the entire class, in unison, tore their sheets of paper in half.  The combined sound was tremendous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Brooks whirled around, dropping his chalk in the process.  He looked perplexed and nervous.  We acted as if nothing was out of the ordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, he turned back to the chalkboard, and began again.  At 10:15, we acted in unison once again, all crumpling our paper into a ball.  Again, a simple sound magnified by 30 people, and Mr. Brooks jumped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Peeeeeee-puhl!" he bellowed, not sure at what or whom he should direct the admonishment, knowing only that &lt;i&gt;something&lt;/i&gt; nefarious was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the clock hit 10:18, the coup de grace of our synchronized rebellion was delivered.  The class noisily stood up, paper-balls in hand.  Again, Mr. Brooks whirled around, displaying a heightened level of concern.  As a group, we walked forward towards him, turned, and discarded our paper balls in the trash can at the front of the room as Mr. Brooks backed into a corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several months later, he confided that he thought we might be marching forward to pick him up and hoist him out the window, and wasn't sure if he should yell or run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evil, evil students we were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for current events:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/billyv/archives/date-posted/2006/10/10/"&gt;shopping with Erica and Bradley&lt;/a&gt;.  We hit up the mall, got the requisite pretzel and Dippin' Dots, and took the photo-booth picture I posted earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/billyv/266276901/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/103/266276901_ceb080081f_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Erica and Bradley" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/billyv/266276936/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/117/266276936_0ff8521911_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Trying on hats 2 / Goofy Brad" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/billyv/266276864/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/99/266276864_4ed810a866_m.jpg" width="240" height="74" alt="Mall panorama" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the week has been &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/billyv/archives/date-posted/2006/10/13/"&gt;work&lt;/a&gt; and school, work and school.  Yesterday morning I worked with Kel-bel, who I don't see nearly enough these days.  Since it was so cold, we made hot chocolate and listened to Christmas music.  Nothing like a little Sinatra, Crosby, and Nat King Cole to start your day off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/billyv/268924839/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/93/268924839_7ff689392b_m.jpg" width="240" height="172" alt="Kelly on a slow Friday morning" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all, folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075307-116083449049326357?l=journalofbill.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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What?!  I couldn't &lt;i&gt;wait&lt;/i&gt; to be done with high-school.  I promised myself I would never, ever miss it; I was so ready to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, college feels the same way.  Get me out of here!  In a few years, will I long for its return as well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In high school everyone said "these are the best years of your life, enjoy them while you can," and I subsequently wanted to punch them in the head.  The same tired lines are repeated in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to think that, as we age, the bad memories fade and the good ones intensify.  In reality, a return to my high-school days would probably elicit screams of agony, but the pictures sure make it look nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the good times.  The friends who are regrettably no longer in my life, or at least not to the extent I prefer.  I still love you people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/billyv/3034363/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/2/3034363_2aa01a7e30_t.jpg" width="100" height="67" alt="Group picture" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/billyv/3034465/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/1/3034465_73faf628cc_t.jpg" width="100" height="67" alt="Mac 'n Tuitt" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/billyv/3033023/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/1/3033023_c962291052_t.jpg" width="100" height="67" alt="Sing, sing" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/billyv/4477152/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/4/4477152_647da165db_m.jpg" width="240" height="157" alt="Filming COPS" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/billyv/3031416/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/2/3031416_7465da81a8_t.jpg" width="100" height="67" alt="The ladies" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/billyv/3001225/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/3/3001225_f80b05107b_t.jpg" width="100" height="67" alt="Tony, Bill, and Allison" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/billyv/2716063/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/1/2716063_f65bd3eb5c_t.jpg" width="100" height="67" alt="Bill, Braden, and Laura" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/billyv/2951067/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/3/2951067_aa97bc4e6b_m.jpg" width="240" height="160" alt="Tessa and Bill" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Cincinnati Reds Game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went down to a Cincinnati Reds game yesterday with Warren and one of his friends.  We met up with former work and journalism buddy Quan who now toils away at the Enquirer.  It was the Reds vs. the Cardnials, and the win of the night before didn't carry over.  The Reds got whooped.  Oh well, it was a fun game anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/billyv/212414258/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/87/212414258_18a8ae5d59_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Quan and I at a Reds game" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the rest of the &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/billyv/archives/date-posted/2006/08/11/"&gt;pictures from that day&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something else you may enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/billyv/212435336/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/78/212435336_2f32ebdc5b_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Township LICE" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being struck by a deer, this cruiser had a rear door replaced.  The lettering left behind declares, boldly, "Township LICE".  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