<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930404093731220355</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 01 Nov 2024 10:13:17 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>people</category><category>driving</category><category>interstate</category><category>highway</category><category>peeve</category><category>car</category><category>mobile</category><category>Halloween</category><category>award</category><category>blogs</category><category>airplane</category><category>costumes</category><category>kids</category><category>movies</category><category>mph</category><category>random</category><category>restaurant</category><category>thoughts</category><category>travel</category><category>tweet</category><category>twitter</category><category>90s</category><category>Ms. Daisy</category><category>SUV</category><category>WalMart</category><category>annoying</category><category>attic</category><category>babies</category><category>bus</category><category>caps</category><category>clown</category><category>common sense</category><category>credits</category><category>date</category><category>dogs</category><category>end</category><category>flatulence</category><category>force</category><category>foreign languages</category><category>gas</category><category>grammar</category><category>handshake</category><category>intoxicated</category><category>jeans</category><category>life</category><category>monster</category><category>monster truck</category><category>moron</category><category>music</category><category>noises</category><category>online</category><category>past</category><category>piss off</category><category>poop</category><category>pumpkins</category><category>rain</category><category>read minds</category><category>rock</category><category>sagging</category><category>scary</category><category>school</category><category>sign</category><category>speed</category><category>speed limit</category><category>speeding</category><category>swerving</category><category>ticket</category><category>waiter</category><category>white tees</category><category>window seat</category><title>Mark My Words</title><description>Life's funny - sometimes things may make you laugh yet sometimes, they may straight piss you off! And sometimes, I just have to write about them...
Funny thing, most times they make me laugh when I read them over...I just want the world to laugh too...</description><link>http://markthisup.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Dave "Loose Cannon" Wills)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><language>en-us</language><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:summary>Life's funny - sometimes things may make you laugh yet sometimes, they may straight piss you off! And sometimes, I just have to write about them... Funny thing, most times they make me laugh when I read them over...I just want the world to laugh too...</itunes:summary><itunes:subtitle>Life's funny - sometimes things may make you laugh yet sometimes, they may straight piss you off! And sometimes, I just have to write about them... Funny thing, most times they make me laugh when I read them over...I just want the world to laugh too...</itunes:subtitle><itunes:owner><itunes:email>noreply@blogger.com</itunes:email></itunes:owner><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930404093731220355.post-8559674011080649410</guid><pubDate>Sun, 07 Feb 2010 08:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-06-10T15:05:24.301-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">peeve</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">people</category><title>Honorable Mention</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZO8L-LK7uc/S25-GiHv6II/AAAAAAAAAv4/rYI2uRcoGWs/s1600-h/honormention.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZO8L-LK7uc/S25-GiHv6II/AAAAAAAAAv4/rYI2uRcoGWs/s1600/honormention.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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To those who've made this list, I say kudos to you! Well done...&lt;br /&gt;
You help my day in some way by allowing me to express some emotion in one way or the other...&lt;br /&gt;
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1. The swerving driver in front of me. &lt;br /&gt;
- You help me to maintain my agility and short-response reflexes while sharpening my multi-tasking skills while I express myself vocally at you.&lt;br /&gt;
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2. The post-editing crew that uploads probably illegal footage from shows, productions to YouTube.&lt;br /&gt;
- You help me (probably at the subsequent loss of your job) to have a laugh a day which is truly good medicine.&lt;br /&gt;
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3. The idiot in front of me that likes to change lanes without using your blinker. I also call you swinger*.&lt;br /&gt;
- You help me to practice, hone and sharpen my telepathy skills since I have to effin' deduce that you suddenly want to come in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;
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4. The lady who forgot to pick up your dog's poop near my apartment last Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;
- You help me to remember what a great sense of smell I have when I have to pass and smell your dog's ish every day this week on my way to my door.&lt;br /&gt;
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5. The little kid who is running around in WalMart (I shop there a lot) looking for his mother, crying and shouting in Spanish.&lt;br /&gt;
- You help me to realize that I will train my kids to be behaved in public and stop throwing tantrums if I'm right there in the aisle looking at you.&lt;br /&gt;
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6. To the mother of the little kid running around in WalMart who is looking for you, crying and shouting in Spanish.&lt;br /&gt;
- You help me to realize that I will not leave my kids unsupervised in public settings to further embarrass me by throwing tantrums because I do not keep them near me. And that not seeing me will make them panic hysterically which will lead to public embarrassment on my part.&lt;br /&gt;
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7. To the many friends on Facebook with incorrect spelling in your statuses.&lt;br /&gt;
- You help me to be always grateful for the sufficient education I had in English structure, composition and grammar.&lt;br /&gt;
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8. To the 5'6'' guy who lives above and walks and stomps with heavy iron feet and makes odd noises during the night. &lt;i&gt;Of late, you have decided to play with your bowling balls, steel chains and cement bricks when I'm trying to sleep.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
- You help me to appreciate the fact that I will never live below someone like you again. Or maybe below anyone period.&lt;br /&gt;
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9. To the person who writes with all CAPS on their Facebook, Twitter, [insert any social media network] constantly.&lt;br /&gt;
- You help me to be happy that I have a full, working keyboard and my CAPS button isn't stuck and also to remind me that I get pissed because I think you're always 'shouting' when you write and it helps me to control my anger...sometimes..&lt;br /&gt;
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Aargh!&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, these are all for now. Yet, the list shall be continued...&lt;br /&gt;
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Kudos to you. Kudos to you all.&lt;br /&gt;
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* swinger - someone who changes lanes erratically without any indication to drivers behind him</description><link>http://markthisup.blogspot.com/2010/02/honorable-mention.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dave "Loose Cannon" Wills)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZO8L-LK7uc/S25-GiHv6II/AAAAAAAAAv4/rYI2uRcoGWs/s72-c/honormention.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>30</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930404093731220355.post-3095936245873035492</guid><pubDate>Sun, 31 Jan 2010 06:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-31T01:31:22.232-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">people</category><title>Douchebag 101</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZO8L-LK7uc/S2UgWx_D6YI/AAAAAAAAAvw/xbw4UKGRPWs/s1600-h/guido1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZO8L-LK7uc/S2UgWx_D6YI/AAAAAAAAAvw/xbw4UKGRPWs/s320/guido1.jpg" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thanks to the popularity of Jon Goss, Spencer Pratt and the now much loved "Jersey Shore" Boys, being a d-bag is becoming the cool and popular thing for some.&lt;br /&gt;
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I mean what better way to become famous than acting like an arse, giving yourself a stupid name or names or being oblivious to how much of an arse you are. After all, it's all guido, baby! Welcome to your first session in Guidology: On Becoming A Douche.&lt;br /&gt;
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While the term guido initially referred to Italian Americans who fell into both the working class and urban categories, anyone can become easily become guidosized. &lt;i&gt;(see number 5 below).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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As always, I try to help others in their quest for self-fulfillment and happiness. So, I've done some beneficial research (watched one and a half episodes of Jersey Shore - couldn't bear it any longer and consulted the almost-all-knowing Google).&lt;br /&gt;
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To ensure that you stay with the in-crowd, here are a few helpful hints:&lt;br /&gt;
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1. Wear Ed Hardy tees or super-small smedium shirts. As a matter of fact, it doesn't matter what brand too much as long as it's extra-extra-extra small.&lt;br /&gt;
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2. Be severely chronically obsessed with going to the gym and working out. &lt;i&gt;Or at least talking about going to the gym and working out&lt;/i&gt;. After all, this is the point of those tight shirts, to show off the muscles you've worked on for the last 6 minutes before looking at yourself in the mirror and flexing.&lt;br /&gt;
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3. Constantly flex your muscles and let people know how "much" you work out.&lt;br /&gt;
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4. Use/own/purchase immense quantities of hair styling products such as gel, mousse and holding spray.&lt;br /&gt;
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5. Make up your own words. Shoot...make up your own language!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZO8L-LK7uc/S2UjE1D2_CI/AAAAAAAAAv0/OIsz32Gu_6U/s1600-h/jon-gosselin.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="164" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZO8L-LK7uc/S2UjE1D2_CI/AAAAAAAAAv0/OIsz32Gu_6U/s200/jon-gosselin.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;6. Reduce daily shaving till you have either a scruffy, goatee bearded look to match your scruffy look (the J Goss &lt;i&gt;depends on which season of the show you happen to see&lt;/i&gt; or Spencer style) or primp and prep yourself in the mirror after applying spray-on tan, shaving, plucking, tweeking your facial hair to get the right "guido" look.&lt;br /&gt;
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7. Think everyone is interested in what you are doing at all times. Then act as if you don't like all the attention when inside you skipping up and down like a fat kid locked in a Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's overnight by mistake.&lt;br /&gt;
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And remember being a d-bag has its many benefits such as popularity, fame, sex appeal and ladies. However do remember, don't have one or more kids (especially 8) if you're not mature enough to be a father. Don't let your significant other do all those plastic surgeries. Lastly, don't fall in love at the Jersey Shore. &lt;i&gt;Or whatever that catchy phrase actually means...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Aargh!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;DISCLAIMER: Mark My Words, Dave "Loose Cannon" Wills, http://markthisup.blogspot.com does not hold itself liable for any disillusions of grandeur, failed dreams, broken promises, insults, ridicules, heckles, outright-in-your-face laughter, depression, sadness, illness or even death caused by trying to enhance, alter, improve one's image, character, sex appeal, fame, popularity by following the above posted rules of guidology and the end result is still as bad as the beginning. We admit that we may have misinterpreted the truth when we mentioned that everyone LOVES guidos/douchebags and that EVERYBODY was trying to become one. &lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://markthisup.blogspot.com/2010/01/douchebag-101.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dave "Loose Cannon" Wills)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZO8L-LK7uc/S2UgWx_D6YI/AAAAAAAAAvw/xbw4UKGRPWs/s72-c/guido1.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>11</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930404093731220355.post-1836560504808597521</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Jan 2010 22:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-12T17:20:10.722-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">music</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">people</category><title>Everything Sounds Better In Autotune</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaahnnAdXD50SUkh_F5oneYLkDLRO8UasbJE0eKk1DVYRDEEGw7C0hF4DSvLPySGj-z-bMp6fwgPcKqMXcPZ6Yt8Ly0HT-QvyogOArJCljiPB3sIGfewGnWv6mmQ3jVkEudPzWPf2qN6w/s1600-h/column-atis-auto_tune.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaahnnAdXD50SUkh_F5oneYLkDLRO8UasbJE0eKk1DVYRDEEGw7C0hF4DSvLPySGj-z-bMp6fwgPcKqMXcPZ6Yt8Ly0HT-QvyogOArJCljiPB3sIGfewGnWv6mmQ3jVkEudPzWPf2qN6w/s320/column-atis-auto_tune.jpg" width="260" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;Gone are the good old days when everybody could sing and had real, natural talent. Or at least had the determination and effort to make sure their voice was sounding amazing on record or live. &lt;br /&gt;
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American Idol Season 9 premieres tonight and with it comes the hopeful dreams of a few &lt;i&gt;or&lt;/i&gt; the ludicrous dreams of many, many others. Sadly, most people watch the show just to see how bad some people are. You know, the wannabes or shower-stall singers who think of having their name in lights somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;
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Unless there's a looney bin somewhere that list the names of the new incoming patients each week in bright yellow and green neon signs, then I'm not sure what lights they are referring to.&lt;br /&gt;
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Really, MOST of these people can't sing, perform, or even speak properly. And that is why most people watch the show.&lt;br /&gt;
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Not to mention that out of the 80 top ten finalists over the last eight seasons, most people can't name at least five or seven of them. I'm not a big fan obviously though watching Simon go through his usual bitch-fit, realist, sarcastic, burst-a-bubbly, in-yo-face routine is hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;
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But who &lt;b&gt;really&lt;/b&gt; needs real talent, voice lessons, singing coaches these days?! Enter from stage right...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;** AUTOTUNE **&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Making Stars Out Of Nobodys And Making Others Sound Good Circa 1997&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhix5kD_ebqHOTNKNDQ6CQbZC8Yy0BGY-b4j-U06pxQtby0sEKi08VVzGBa7eDp_VKr2IX5In4XxvjL3BeP4_fugR9FVn7ABLXgh6dvTPGbH1F6ce3G9zSTDdQHkYi5lwOlRepdMSXo0I/s1600-h/auto-tune-battle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhix5kD_ebqHOTNKNDQ6CQbZC8Yy0BGY-b4j-U06pxQtby0sEKi08VVzGBa7eDp_VKr2IX5In4XxvjL3BeP4_fugR9FVn7ABLXgh6dvTPGbH1F6ce3G9zSTDdQHkYi5lwOlRepdMSXo0I/s320/auto-tune-battle.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;I consulted the seemingly-all-knowing Google and found that Andy Hildeman, an Exxon engineer at the time, created it. Little did he probably realize how it would help to catapult, augment or aid the recording and live performance careers of many. This long short list (&lt;i&gt;or long short list?!?&lt;/i&gt;) includes:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;Faith Hill, Tim McGraw, Cher, Garth Brooks, Janet Jackson, &lt;b&gt;T-Pain&lt;/b&gt; (undeniably the most popular today), Akon (it's a given), The Black Eyed Peas, Kanye West, Mary J. Blige, Natasha Bedingfield, Sara Evans, Sean Kingston (obviously!), Lady Gaga, Rascal Flatts, Rihanna, Jay Sean (even when he sing-speaks his name in the intro, you can hear it), Britney Spears, Lil Wayne, many other unnamed artists, anybody who dreams of singing but can't&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;Even, Kim Zolciak from the Real Housewives of Atlanta jumped on the bandwagon with her 'hit' single "&lt;a href="http://starcasm.net/archives/16165"&gt;Tardy For The Party&lt;/a&gt; (Pardy)". Though in hindsight, foreshight, retrospect and plain common sense, we all knew that she &lt;i&gt;desparately&lt;/i&gt; needed autotune. &lt;i&gt;Desperately&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;
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So if you can't sing, don't let anyone tell you you can't.&lt;br /&gt;
As Pres. Obama, T-Pain, and Kim will tell you...&lt;br /&gt;
Yes You Can!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Aargh!&lt;br /&gt;
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P.S. For longer list of artists who have used auto-tune, go here. &lt;a href="http://rateyourmusic.com/list/Thrashisawesome/artists_who_have_used_auto_tune/"&gt;AUTOTUNE LIVES!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
P.S.S. To download/buy Kim's song for that friend of yours who's always making you late for the club on the weekends, go here. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B002N8U4YO?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=bloodlikewie-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=390957&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B002N8U4YO"&gt;THIS &lt;strike&gt;SHI&lt;/strike&gt; SONG IS ON AMAZON?!?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;DISCLAIMER: Mark My Words, Dave "Loose Cannon" Wills, http://markthisup.blogspot.com does not hold itself liable for any disillusions of grandeur, failed dreams, broken promises, insults, ridicules, heckles, outright-in-your-face laughter, depression, sadness, illness or even death caused by trying to enhance, alter, improve one's non-singing or singing voice using any Autotune or pitch enhancement correction devices and the end result is still as bad as the beginning. We admit that even Autotune has its limits.&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://markthisup.blogspot.com/2010/01/everything-sounds-better-in-autotune.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dave "Loose Cannon" Wills)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaahnnAdXD50SUkh_F5oneYLkDLRO8UasbJE0eKk1DVYRDEEGw7C0hF4DSvLPySGj-z-bMp6fwgPcKqMXcPZ6Yt8Ly0HT-QvyogOArJCljiPB3sIGfewGnWv6mmQ3jVkEudPzWPf2qN6w/s72-c/column-atis-auto_tune.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930404093731220355.post-777429884115887647</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 Jan 2010 19:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-11T14:27:45.131-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">tweet</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">twitter</category><title>#alittlebirdietoldme</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxw_KYHU8DQhOLht3DHUG6SgHKh0iawSqEdkA74Isk7SBDxdJo1WSyJv8vaiG5-Qxu2Spx5Iiz40YRuWxJCVjOEu4ODCY0ZeeqdXRGT8XlgrNTBs4pCMrgQ7G-S_3uEQRCCXIXZ81uCzo/s1600-h/twitter-bird-in-real-life.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxw_KYHU8DQhOLht3DHUG6SgHKh0iawSqEdkA74Isk7SBDxdJo1WSyJv8vaiG5-Qxu2Spx5Iiz40YRuWxJCVjOEu4ODCY0ZeeqdXRGT8XlgrNTBs4pCMrgQ7G-S_3uEQRCCXIXZ81uCzo/s320/twitter-bird-in-real-life.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Follow me...&lt;br /&gt;
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It kept on chirping and chirping in my ear with a high-pitched shrieking voice. One similar to the voice Kate uses to scream at her kids to be quiet in the background because they are disturbing her interview.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFbX7Yl11eoZ-F2lqaSQKcuXsZEUwu7FT6FchbgrO_6eeRf3Rf6sxfR2UGKCl8YG_kQNbtsrGEgNJfeG9QjsfF0tvPMuvfwwsp8x2b9JCtpVQ42tFdITqXSOqd37i3ZeI4LESvXrgDRKk/s1600-h/gollum.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFbX7Yl11eoZ-F2lqaSQKcuXsZEUwu7FT6FchbgrO_6eeRf3Rf6sxfR2UGKCl8YG_kQNbtsrGEgNJfeG9QjsfF0tvPMuvfwwsp8x2b9JCtpVQ42tFdITqXSOqd37i3ZeI4LESvXrgDRKk/s200/gollum.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;In fact, this dang bird was doing more than just chirping...it was tweet-tweet-tweeting non-stop. I could swear that I kept on hearing a creepy little voice saying, "Follow me! Follow me!". It reminded me of the Gollum's voice and I even imagined his little grubby hands updating his tweets on UberTwitter. His tweets would most likely involve just cursing out the other guys for destroying his precious ring or asking around to see if anyone else can make a new one.&lt;br /&gt;
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Nonetheless, I have finally joined Twitter and I'm curious to see what fun adventures await me. Especially since I've always referred to tweets as &lt;a href="http://markthisup.blogspot.com/2009/10/twittermethistwittermethat.html"&gt;glorified Facebook statuses&lt;/a&gt;. You and me both will find out. Yet, only time will tell...&lt;br /&gt;
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However, I've been thinking about of a list of people I'd like to follow if they had a Twitter account. These esteemed people are:&lt;br /&gt;
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1. &lt;b&gt;Peter Griffin&lt;/b&gt;. Hands down the dumbest and funniest cartoon dad around.&lt;br /&gt;
2. &lt;b&gt;Michael Scott&lt;/b&gt; from The Office. Also The Michael Scott Paper Company. Ah, what a simple, yet profound guy.&lt;br /&gt;
3. &lt;b&gt;Dwight Schrute&lt;/b&gt;, also from Dunder Mifflin. No comment. Except freaking hilarious dude!&lt;br /&gt;
4. &lt;b&gt;Dalai Lama&lt;/b&gt;. Or any monk. Someone who doesn't speak for a long period time must have a lot of pent-up things to say. Maybe even pent-up angry/funny/depends on how you interpret them/but still funny things to say.&lt;br /&gt;
5. &lt;b&gt;OJ Simpson&lt;/b&gt;. Perhaps through his continual tweeting, he may one day slip up and we may indeed find out if he's guilty or not.&lt;br /&gt;
6. &lt;b&gt;Chuck Norris&lt;/b&gt;. Only to know if he's about to roundhouse kick anywhere near my vicinity so I could move.&lt;br /&gt;
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Well so begins another year, decade and crazy adventure...&lt;br /&gt;
Oh, you can &lt;strike&gt;foll&lt;/strike&gt; find me on there at here....&lt;br /&gt;
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or &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/loosecannondave"&gt;@loosecannondave&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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So it begins...&lt;br /&gt;
Aargh!&lt;br /&gt;
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P.S. I've always told my friend and fellow blogger &lt;a href="http://www.livitluvit.com/"&gt;LiLu&lt;/a&gt; that she would be one reason I'd join Twitter. To simply follow her hilarious and entertaining texts. You should definitely follow her too &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/LivitLuvit"&gt;@LivitLuvit&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://markthisup.blogspot.com/2010/01/alittlebirdietoldme.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dave "Loose Cannon" Wills)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxw_KYHU8DQhOLht3DHUG6SgHKh0iawSqEdkA74Isk7SBDxdJo1WSyJv8vaiG5-Qxu2Spx5Iiz40YRuWxJCVjOEu4ODCY0ZeeqdXRGT8XlgrNTBs4pCMrgQ7G-S_3uEQRCCXIXZ81uCzo/s72-c/twitter-bird-in-real-life.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930404093731220355.post-2718946628189125302</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 Jan 2010 21:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-06T16:25:00.841-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">airplane</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">people</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">travel</category><title>#3...I Hate To Be That Person Who...</title><description>gets stopped randomly by TSA agents just as it's time to board the flight.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD3OHaUBK4rysQJjvGLMLs7hlmK0KqRcSxGUOxhSjHjb7B64xcbh6dl9gfRJUFJrJlAlKicQe6orJrJ4q5qENH5ej1wQ6vCe03x2Pu7ntW4OToEetB3vpdRfPl60polIUQsCvScFD_b08/s1600-h/bag_check.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD3OHaUBK4rysQJjvGLMLs7hlmK0KqRcSxGUOxhSjHjb7B64xcbh6dl9gfRJUFJrJlAlKicQe6orJrJ4q5qENH5ej1wQ6vCe03x2Pu7ntW4OToEetB3vpdRfPl60polIUQsCvScFD_b08/s320/bag_check.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;Especially if you get stuck with those agents who look at your photo with 'earnest' scrutiny, back up at you, and back down at your photo scowling while they're 'working'. It's a good thing that I love flying and even more I love safe flying. Yet...&lt;br /&gt;
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I'd hate to be that person who is in the line behind someone who just got wrestled to the ground for forgetting to take their Mountain Dew 20oz which they had with their lunch out of their carry-on luggage. Especially if I just realized I also left my unfinished Fruit2day in my knapsack which is now going through the scanner. Dang. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8DYzYWWBgPlp0s6xoJCpr8eBb-NxwvCX4NC08zkDyb6yEk2s-SAHtTGiE1ovpaYvnwg5Mp5dfjPG2PO88qrrR6sK2eHbgqY_foM81PXK0yHuLVZioV1unYgd0FCSig6A2I5IfA1hAKlQ/s1600-h/aport.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8DYzYWWBgPlp0s6xoJCpr8eBb-NxwvCX4NC08zkDyb6yEk2s-SAHtTGiE1ovpaYvnwg5Mp5dfjPG2PO88qrrR6sK2eHbgqY_foM81PXK0yHuLVZioV1unYgd0FCSig6A2I5IfA1hAKlQ/s200/aport.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'd hate to be that person...well that kid...who was playing with his toy metal truck and stuck it up his butt by accident. I'd hate to remember my first airplane experience by remembering getting a full body cavity search by big, smiling men in uniforms. &lt;br /&gt;
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I'd hate to be a good TSA agent (I've heard that they do exist and I'm a believer in them, Santa Claus, the tooth fairy and T Woods' innocence) who gets only bad rap thanks to all the horrible ones. Especially since some names I've heard TSA agents called before are: Gestapo storm troopers, Totally Stupid A**holes, The Stupid Academy, Team Scare Away. Yeah, I'd hate to be that person.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj85aW_XXKD9uInMiAfMvmHj_bLPdMnnzj8ZivhSs9Q4IU9qJvQj3UHwhtyMK9WHuL-Mf6Gjbd0rQ1rVVR3zTBYuGMShwamVrerT_1F0P_luRZvQrVLZQLMUKsVITrxdDsmuNjaZTXPoQM/s1600-h/tsa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj85aW_XXKD9uInMiAfMvmHj_bLPdMnnzj8ZivhSs9Q4IU9qJvQj3UHwhtyMK9WHuL-Mf6Gjbd0rQ1rVVR3zTBYuGMShwamVrerT_1F0P_luRZvQrVLZQLMUKsVITrxdDsmuNjaZTXPoQM/s200/tsa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next time your about to board that flight to Hawaii or Boston and you encounter an agent who may be rude or unfriendly, be happy. Especially if they are giving you the "I Am A Hardworking Government Employee, Keeping You Safe, Which is Why I’m Glowering At You And At Your Photo” look.&lt;br /&gt;
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Oh, I'd definitely hate to be that person on the "no-fly" or "watch" list. Especially if my name happens to be of a certain ethnic origin and someone just happens to discriminate against me like that. Like if my name was Kyle Bomberh or Ahmed Explosivich. But then again, I'd hate to be that person who let that Nigerian extremist suicide bomber on a flight to the US &lt;i&gt;although&lt;/i&gt; he was on a &lt;b&gt;terror list&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;i&gt;although&lt;/i&gt; HIS FATHER called the embassy and told them that his son was a loco extremist. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFRtP7SvIzzdgzf6I7LwHXB0tlA91wAbXPsbPiErSH9Gu3R-CljI_596ySKcwLCTwqvPN94FiG3u8mHsRwSX6K2HjEvNgC3OU6816PkX07tYHki8KCHG4bP2M3rS7MUibm2DuRBT1hUFk/s1600-h/tsa_profiling.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFRtP7SvIzzdgzf6I7LwHXB0tlA91wAbXPsbPiErSH9Gu3R-CljI_596ySKcwLCTwqvPN94FiG3u8mHsRwSX6K2HjEvNgC3OU6816PkX07tYHki8KCHG4bP2M3rS7MUibm2DuRBT1hUFk/s200/tsa_profiling.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;What I'd hate to be most is the idiot who gets convinced that putting a bomb next to my baby-maker is the best &lt;i&gt;and probably last&lt;/i&gt; decision I could ever make in my life. Even worse, I'd hate to be the guy who has to be left with a burned pecker, a lifetime in jail and a bombed pride due to failure. &lt;br /&gt;
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Lastly, I'd hate to be that person who is a senior citizen, physically challenged and flying alone to visit my children or grandkids. Especially if you look too old to fly &lt;strike&gt;meaning you're probably trying to take your last flight&lt;/strike&gt;. Especially if all you wanted was to see family and get one more chance in the mile-high club just like in the glory days. &lt;br /&gt;
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Yeah, I'd sure hate to be any of these people.&lt;br /&gt;
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Aargh!</description><link>http://markthisup.blogspot.com/2010/01/3i-hate-to-be-that-person-who.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dave "Loose Cannon" Wills)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD3OHaUBK4rysQJjvGLMLs7hlmK0KqRcSxGUOxhSjHjb7B64xcbh6dl9gfRJUFJrJlAlKicQe6orJrJ4q5qENH5ej1wQ6vCe03x2Pu7ntW4OToEetB3vpdRfPl60polIUQsCvScFD_b08/s72-c/bag_check.png" width="72"/><thr:total>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930404093731220355.post-2621018689133139985</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 Jan 2010 20:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-06T22:10:43.481-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">award</category><title>Happy 10 in 2010!!</title><description>Well, we've started a new year, new gym memberships, new yoga classes, new AA classes and even new shopping addicts classes to name a few. I'm pretty stoked about this new decade but not sure why as yet. It feels like 1999 but without the impending doom of the dreaded Y2K computer crash. &lt;i&gt;Actually just the "living life free without much cares" part&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAGhG9H_sgnNBOKzie9QIc2FNBBYICyir00RF8nk-GHsA0QErdAZ1SpoQVCWelkZW5DjyyYBUzhXlWL0Mn8zfPiCldnjyIxbVOD3P_kwNldzsQVdtlXVjl0VlpkbER2lwp8CRrfDljT7c/s1600-h/Happy+101+Award.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAGhG9H_sgnNBOKzie9QIc2FNBBYICyir00RF8nk-GHsA0QErdAZ1SpoQVCWelkZW5DjyyYBUzhXlWL0Mn8zfPiCldnjyIxbVOD3P_kwNldzsQVdtlXVjl0VlpkbER2lwp8CRrfDljT7c/s320/Happy+101+Award.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyhow, I got this cool award a while back. I am only now proudly displaying it due to me being busy working undercover in retail as a part-time sales associate during the holidays. Trust me. The retail world has blog fodder for days. I definitely will be posting about that as soon as I finish compiling my hard-earned data.&lt;br /&gt;
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For this one, I have to thank Michelle from &lt;a href="http://schoonsense.blogspot.com/"&gt;Desultory Diversions&lt;/a&gt;. She's a really good writer with a great blog. DO check her out...and her blog too.&lt;br /&gt;
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I need to:&lt;br /&gt;
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1. List 10 things that make me happy, and do at least one today&lt;br /&gt;
2. Tag 10 bloggers that brighten my day&lt;br /&gt;
3. Link back to the person who gave me this award&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;10 things that will make me happy in '10...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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10. Reading all these new fantastic blogs that make me laugh each day.&lt;br /&gt;
9. Watching my favorite shows on TV like The Office.&lt;br /&gt;
8. Being able to drive for a whole day without some non-indicator-using bloke suddenly swinging in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;
7. Getting a Chuck Norris Fact List poster.&lt;br /&gt;
6. Less J &amp;amp; K Plus Eight Kids Taken Along For A Roller Coaster Ride.&lt;br /&gt;
5. The end of the Eggo Waffles shortage crisis. Especially the strawberry flavor.&lt;br /&gt;
4. Driving. Fullstop.&lt;br /&gt;
3. Getting a Wii.&lt;br /&gt;
2. Getting 3 Wiis and selling two on Ebay.&lt;br /&gt;
1. Spending time with family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;
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10 of the &lt;b&gt;many&lt;/b&gt; blogs that brighten my day are&lt;br /&gt;
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1. &lt;a href="http://www.knuckleheadhumor.com/"&gt;Knucklehead!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
2. &lt;a href="http://www.cabbagesnkings.net/"&gt;Of Cabbages And Kings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
3. &lt;a href="http://www.thepeachtart.com/index.html"&gt;The Peach Tart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
4. &lt;a href="http://365daysofpeople.blogspot.com/"&gt;365 Days Of People&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
5. &lt;a href="http://kissthepen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kiss.The.Pen.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
6. &lt;a href="http://www.livitluvit.com/"&gt;Liv It Luv It&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
7. &lt;a href="http://theother98.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Other 98c&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
8. &lt;a href="http://plentymorefishoutofwater.blogspot.com/"&gt;PlentyMoreFishOutOfWater&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
9. &lt;a href="http://everypersoninnewyork.blogspot.com/"&gt;Every Person In New York&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
10. &lt;a href="http://1000awesomethings.com/"&gt;1000 Awesome Things&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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By the way, do all you can to make you happy this new year. As Tiger and Nike always say, Just Do It!&lt;br /&gt;
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Aargh! &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;DISCLAIMER: Mark My Words, Dave "Loose Cannon" Wills, http://markthisup.blogspot.com, Nike Inc., and Tiger Woods are in no way responsible for any resulting damages, liabilities, civil suits, complaints, back windows being broken in with golf clubs, actions, death threats, hate mail, snooping paparazzi, keyed automobiles, bag of dog poop left on front doors, or any related negative or adverse consequence if you do in fact Just Do It and be a man/woman whore like Tiger did.&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://markthisup.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-10-in-2010.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dave "Loose Cannon" Wills)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAGhG9H_sgnNBOKzie9QIc2FNBBYICyir00RF8nk-GHsA0QErdAZ1SpoQVCWelkZW5DjyyYBUzhXlWL0Mn8zfPiCldnjyIxbVOD3P_kwNldzsQVdtlXVjl0VlpkbER2lwp8CRrfDljT7c/s72-c/Happy+101+Award.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930404093731220355.post-1877147738014019861</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Dec 2009 21:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-30T16:36:00.251-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">people</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">random</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">thoughts</category><title>Shot From The Cannon v 0.2</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZO8L-LK7uc/SruW-VYnUeI/AAAAAAAAAjo/q_fYQqE9Sww/s1600-h/BeFunky.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZO8L-LK7uc/SruW-VYnUeI/AAAAAAAAAjo/q_fYQqE9Sww/s400/BeFunky.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;Once again, these are all random, entertaining, crazy thoughts and questions running through the head of Dave "Loose Cannon" Wills on a Wednesday morning.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;At the grocery, they asked me, "Paper or plastic?". I wondered, "Hmm...how about free groceries?!"&lt;br /&gt;
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No, really. Where is Osama Bin Laden?&lt;br /&gt;
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I wish I had a big cast-iron steel bumper on the back of my car that could extend 6 feet behind my car at the press of a button. That would show that tailgater who's all up in my exhaust pipe something!&lt;br /&gt;
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Tiger Woods is the man! In golf! Regarding fidelity in marriage? He may be under par.&lt;br /&gt;
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Can Twinkies really survive a nuclear blast? Or cockroaches?&lt;br /&gt;
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Lopez Tonight seems to be actually be a good show so far...so far...&lt;br /&gt;
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But that Tiny &amp; Toya show...sigh...&lt;br /&gt;
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2012. End or hpye?&lt;br /&gt;
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The customer may not always be right, especially if he's trying to steal a pair of gloves.&lt;br /&gt;
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Pinot Grigio.&lt;br /&gt;
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I've yet to see chestnuts roasting on an open fire anywhere...&lt;br /&gt;
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Next year, I'll wait to buy my Christmas decorations till after Christmas when they're dirt cheap!&lt;br /&gt;
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Christmas rocks by the way!&lt;br /&gt;
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Why do some people behave as though using a turn signal is rocket science? Or even 3rd grade science for that?&lt;br /&gt;
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Strip clubs, bar, clubs and liquor shops are definitely recession-proof.&lt;br /&gt;
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2010. It's about time.&lt;br /&gt;
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End of recession next year? Probably not...&lt;br /&gt;
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End of bad reality TV shows and acting next year? Probably not... &lt;br /&gt;
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Just saw this Chuck Norris poster in a store a few days ago and got so geeked.&lt;br /&gt;
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Stargate Universe.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dwight from "The Office" is hands down the best character. Really.&lt;br /&gt;
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New Year's Resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;
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First one: Don't make any New Year's resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;
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Reading my blog now actually is proven to give you 0.76 more cool points.&lt;br /&gt;
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People who work in retail can be a tad bit OCD about their product displays.&lt;br /&gt;
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Failed Christmas Toy idea for kids? "My Very First Meth Lab"&lt;br /&gt;
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Second? "Build-A-Bomb"&lt;br /&gt;
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Life without the internet does not exist.&lt;br /&gt;
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Asswipe. Word coming out 3 yr-old kid in Toys-R-Us on Christmas Eve.&lt;br /&gt;
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And back to reality...&lt;br /&gt;
Aargh!</description><link>http://markthisup.blogspot.com/2009/12/shot-from-cannon-v-02.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dave "Loose Cannon" Wills)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZO8L-LK7uc/SruW-VYnUeI/AAAAAAAAAjo/q_fYQqE9Sww/s72-c/BeFunky.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930404093731220355.post-5778525107507896920</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Dec 2009 04:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-06T23:18:52.257-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">award</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">blogs</category><title>Award Two, Too</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8ts2o8Pj02AxqmX6YBcWFvYV_82ljGGRkz6eP-rl5QkWe0t2BeayuHHppTVzZjK1E-URh3emPOLPQhXTL5X-nM5n_wB60XFNfu2i9kejLQX_X3qr7QF5kFSzk4qq_mLCg8KlSLDxC0gQ/s1600/Honest_Scrap.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8ts2o8Pj02AxqmX6YBcWFvYV_82ljGGRkz6eP-rl5QkWe0t2BeayuHHppTVzZjK1E-URh3emPOLPQhXTL5X-nM5n_wB60XFNfu2i9kejLQX_X3qr7QF5kFSzk4qq_mLCg8KlSLDxC0gQ/s320/Honest_Scrap.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;So, I'm the recipient of yet another award. Dave is truly elated that he is speaking in third person and that happens only ever so often. Kudos to the giver of the award, &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/00103197130284239823"&gt;jill&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://lifeaftercollege3.blogspot.com/"&gt;~Life After College~&lt;/a&gt;. Her hilarious, genuine, thought-provoking, adventurous, entertaining, real-life and interesting perspectives on the real world after college are awesome.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Award Rules&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;1. Thank the person who gave the award, list their blog and link it.&lt;br /&gt;
2. Share "10 Honest Things" about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;
3. Present this award to 7 others whose blogs you find brilliant in content and/or design, or those who encouraged you.&lt;br /&gt;
4. Tell those 7 people that they have been awarded HONEST SCRAP and inform them of these guidelines in receiving the award.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Ten Honest Things About Dave&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
1. I'm addicted to all chocolate snacks with either coconut or pecans mixed in.&lt;br /&gt;
2. I'm an amazing cook/chef/baker (yep, most definitely!) and dream about owning my own restaurant someday.&lt;br /&gt;
3. I have a degree in Biology with a minor in Neuroscience.&lt;br /&gt;
4. I usually don't remember movie quotes that often so I suck at those candid question games in bars.&lt;br /&gt;
5. I secretly hate Sponge Bob Square Pants. And Barney too. I think Dora is cool though. Also Mr. Krabs and Patrick are cool too.&lt;br /&gt;
6. I once ran over a squirrel while driving and it was totally the squirrel's fault. Plus it was night and all I felt was a small bump under my wheel.&lt;br /&gt;
7. I still open doors and pull out chairs for ladies. If I had money to burn, I might even have done the whole throw-your-coat-down-over-the-mud/puddle-for-lady-to-walk-across thing. And maybe a bit tipsy. I'd be insane to do that otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;
8. I have a passion for driving and also for blogging about horrible drivers I encounter daily.&lt;br /&gt;
9. I have a secret crush on Catherine Zeta Jones ever since Zorro.&lt;br /&gt;
10. I used to pretend to be Zorro as a kid with a broom for a sword and a pair of black underwear on my head for my mask. And the black towel for the cape. Imagine that.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Award Nominees&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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1. Mr. Knucklehead at &lt;a href="http://www.knuckleheadhumor.com/"&gt;Knucklehead&lt;/a&gt;. Although he's already received this award, he's truly a brilliant, creative, inspiring writer. DO check out his "What Happened To..." Series!! Seriously! Freakin' awesome!!&lt;br /&gt;
2. Neil at &lt;a href="http://1000awesomethings.com/"&gt;1000 Awesome Things&lt;/a&gt;. If you haven't heard of this blog before, definitely check it out. This guy is known and featured everywhere from CNN to BBC to Esquire just to name a few!&lt;br /&gt;
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3. Olivia at &lt;a href="http://www.gangstafolk.com/"&gt;My Shoes Are Too Small&lt;/a&gt;. Amazing read so far that definitely brings a smile to my face and cracks me up!&lt;br /&gt;
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The end! Roll credits!&lt;br /&gt;
Aargh!&lt;br /&gt;
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P.S. So I was supposed to put seven but I've been busier doing this social experiment ('working at this part-time retail job'). Talk about blog material for months! Lol. And this explains why I've been absent for the past 15 days or so.&lt;br /&gt;
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P.S.S. Retail is a fascinating, crazy world from the customers to the employees...</description><link>http://markthisup.blogspot.com/2009/12/award-two-too.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dave "Loose Cannon" Wills)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8ts2o8Pj02AxqmX6YBcWFvYV_82ljGGRkz6eP-rl5QkWe0t2BeayuHHppTVzZjK1E-URh3emPOLPQhXTL5X-nM5n_wB60XFNfu2i9kejLQX_X3qr7QF5kFSzk4qq_mLCg8KlSLDxC0gQ/s72-c/Honest_Scrap.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930404093731220355.post-4909656255650225055</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Dec 2009 03:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-14T00:52:29.649-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">driving</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">interstate</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">peeve</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">people</category><title>Life In The Fast Lane On Dave's Highway</title><description>&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIyumTUzU6FUbq2KWwaOPH4NRU4yWAKAvTsfwcdheLfcFPXcq04HfRo0zgnmpIeqmUH4EmBWCxqKKNAwJoeT7k86_s81SzH46eOjZPqPPtg9H4KkRLdUkG8TVcuLeFUV9bLYj0sFBaqrc/s1600-h/highway2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIyumTUzU6FUbq2KWwaOPH4NRU4yWAKAvTsfwcdheLfcFPXcq04HfRo0zgnmpIeqmUH4EmBWCxqKKNAwJoeT7k86_s81SzH46eOjZPqPPtg9H4KkRLdUkG8TVcuLeFUV9bLYj0sFBaqrc/s400/highway2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes I wish for world peace. Sometimes I wish for four-day weekends for the whole year.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sometimes I even wish for the winning lotto numbers. Other times I wish to send a strongly worded letter to AT&amp;amp;T telling them to relinquish their absolute rights and hold over the iPhone so I won't have to switch to AT&amp;amp;T to get one.&lt;br /&gt;
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But I think one thing I wish for quite a lot is my very own dream highway.&lt;br /&gt;
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There I'd be able to drive to my heart's content without having to curse some drivers in my head and make notes for my blog. Yes, I'd no longer have to rub my hands together in glee while moving my eyes back and forth with the same look that Gargamel has when he's plotting to catch a Smurf. Or chuckle with evil excitement as I think about how to berate them on my blog. Or do the evil villain laugh thinking of what they'll ever say if they ever read my blog.&lt;br /&gt;
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As a matter of fact, I'd no longer have to even get mad after realizing that they will probably never &lt;i&gt;actually&lt;/i&gt; read my blog.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;Nonetheless, just like that1976 hit by the Eagles called "Life In The Fast Lane", here's what life in Dave's highway would be. And all the lanes would be fast. Faster than all these sponsors are dropping T Woods or faster than more 'ladies' are saying they too played with his 9-iron! &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;1. There would be a lane restricted totally to SUV/minivan drivers so they can drive how fast or slow &lt;i&gt;or&lt;/i&gt; erratically they want.&lt;br /&gt;
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2. You would have a special display screen on the back of your car with a keyboard or input panel on the steering wheel or dashboard. You'd then be able to send messages to the idiot behind you who is driving way too close or has his high beams on. &lt;i&gt;This would be real handy at night!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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3. There would be built-in sensors that record each time a driver switches lanes without using an indicator. A bill will be sent to their address at the end of each month. Or maybe perhaps send a small electrical shock to their seat each time would suffice.&lt;br /&gt;
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4. There would also be automatic kill switches installed in vehicles. They would typically be activated when it's raining really heavily and someone insists on speeding in a non-approved vehicle. Especially one with bad tires, brakes, weight distribution etc.&lt;br /&gt;
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5. Each car would have that cool jumping gadget thingie from the actual Speed Racer's car, the Mach 5. This way, I (or other inclined drivers) would easily be able to jump ahead of the car that always seems to like driving at 45 mph in the fast lane on the interstate.&lt;br /&gt;
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6. There would be a voice in the car that shouts out, "Pay attention, dumbarse!". Especially if that person is not paying attention to the road and is oblivious to everything around them. Even more so if it's because they're blabbing away on the phone or texting.&lt;br /&gt;
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So next time, you're getting annoyed or pissed on the highway, just close your eyes (not while driving) and imagine what it would be like to live life in the fast lane - Dave style. Until then, get home safely while arguing at all those nutheads on the road next to you.&lt;br /&gt;
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Aargh!&lt;br /&gt;
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P.S. Dave has received quite a bit of awards and will put them all up in subsequent posts. Humbled to know you all enjoy my words. Much thanks!</description><link>http://markthisup.blogspot.com/2009/12/life-in-fast-lane-on-daves-highway.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dave "Loose Cannon" Wills)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIyumTUzU6FUbq2KWwaOPH4NRU4yWAKAvTsfwcdheLfcFPXcq04HfRo0zgnmpIeqmUH4EmBWCxqKKNAwJoeT7k86_s81SzH46eOjZPqPPtg9H4KkRLdUkG8TVcuLeFUV9bLYj0sFBaqrc/s72-c/highway2.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930404093731220355.post-1740062340469983977</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Dec 2009 23:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-07T21:30:33.395-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">credits</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">end</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">movies</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">people</category><title>Roll The Credits Already!</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJimNbzjyxklrj-SC5d8duepo1ibE2MA7EqJDw8iXUE35CsndJ-IHLYWummt9YhM_E3qvZtCJ7pU3Sn9gpdnXpvcfTVRHQHidezLPTv4jaeLis9mRtDaERmMucQ9R-_Ez2-uLve7XWyuA/s1600-h/movie+credits.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJimNbzjyxklrj-SC5d8duepo1ibE2MA7EqJDw8iXUE35CsndJ-IHLYWummt9YhM_E3qvZtCJ7pU3Sn9gpdnXpvcfTVRHQHidezLPTv4jaeLis9mRtDaERmMucQ9R-_Ez2-uLve7XWyuA/s400/movie+credits.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;Yes I am one of those people. I pay my money to get my ticket stub at the cinema and watch the movie of my choice. But I am one of &lt;i&gt;those&lt;/i&gt; persons. I stay till the end of the movie. &lt;i&gt;But who doesn't do that? Unless it's a movie version of Heidi &amp;amp; Spencer's fascinating adventures and you just had to leave out of sheer boredom and go do something else.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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No. I am one of &lt;b&gt;those&lt;/b&gt; persons. I stay AFTER the end to see the credits roll up from the bottom of the screen all the way to the top. Yes, one of those persons. Why you may ask am I not filing out with the masses, leaving my empty popcorn bags and soda cups in the seat that was mine for the last hour and a half?&lt;br /&gt;
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Simple. I like to see things to the end. It makes me feel good that the conclusion has occurred and I can even tell and see who has been responsible in the process. Yes, this is true with movies. However, this is not so true with talking to either douchebags, a-holes or helium-in-brain people. I'm thinking then how fast I can end that conversation. &lt;i&gt;Roll the credits, already!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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These things however I would definitely like to see end soon or have been ecstatic to see a resolution at hand. If they were like a movie, I'd get up and leave after the intro and come back just to see the credits roll. Then for sure, I'd be rid of them. And I'd write a strongly worded letter to the producers threatening a massive boycott if any sequels should be created in the future.&lt;br /&gt;
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And they are:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;1. The Jon &amp;amp; Kate plus 8 &lt;i&gt;plus&lt;/i&gt; drama &lt;i&gt;plus&lt;/i&gt; nasty divorce &lt;i&gt;plus&lt;/i&gt; kids being traumatized.&lt;br /&gt;
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2. Most reality shows (Tiny &amp;amp; Toya, For The Love of Ray-J, Charm School, [insert any reality TV show here]). Especially the newer ones that have horrible grammar, sentence structure and overall speaking. And to round off the list is poor, substandard 'acting', which is bad even in terms of 'reality TV'... &lt;br /&gt;
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3. Ed Hardy clothing being the 'cool' thing to wear. Crocs being fashion footwear. This is usually unacceptable unless you have company shares or really, genuinely like wearing them or you are in nursing or any profession that requires long standing on feet.&lt;br /&gt;
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4. The steadily rise of these damn gas prices. Even more so, all these SUVs that use more gas than the rest of us and the women who drive them erratically on the street.&lt;br /&gt;
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5. Everyone trying to get me to follow, friend, add them on every blimey social network and gadget that exists these days. Especially when I do and you don't reciprocate or at least leave a comment, message or something. Especially &lt;a href="http://markthisup.blogspot.com/2009/11/daves-guide-to-proper-netiquette.html"&gt;excessive blog pimping&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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6. Terms or phrases with vague, often undecided or way too generalized, overused meanings. Examples are "swagger", "swag", "my haters", "popping", and "swell".&lt;br /&gt;
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7. The recession and any semblance of it. Especially when people use it as a crotch to get out of everything even if they can afford to pay for something. Like Friday night out with the guys. And the same guy every time eats the most wings, drinks the most beer and chips in the least or none at all. His excuse, "It's a recession, man...". My answer in my head,"We need to recession your arse from our Friday night chilltime or you're wanton eating/drinking will put us all in a greater recession."&lt;br /&gt;
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8. People saying that Macs don't crash or never get viruses. Especially when these same people ask me to borrow my laptop to get some work done since their Mac isn't working properly. Go ask the 'cool' looking guy from the Mac vs PC add for a new Mac. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;
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9. All these Extenze ads that keep popping up in my inbox or on late-night television. Though they may say it is the gift that keeps on giving, I'll be happier if they give all that spam to someone else.&lt;br /&gt;
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Roll credits, please...&lt;br /&gt;
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Aargh! &lt;br /&gt;
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P.S. Oh, and the list is way longer than this...but I'll tell more later...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://markthisup.blogspot.com/2009/12/roll-credits-already.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dave "Loose Cannon" Wills)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJimNbzjyxklrj-SC5d8duepo1ibE2MA7EqJDw8iXUE35CsndJ-IHLYWummt9YhM_E3qvZtCJ7pU3Sn9gpdnXpvcfTVRHQHidezLPTv4jaeLis9mRtDaERmMucQ9R-_Ez2-uLve7XWyuA/s72-c/movie+credits.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930404093731220355.post-760873704001073908</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Dec 2009 13:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-03T12:18:49.154-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">foreign languages</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">intoxicated</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">people</category><title>Rosetta Stoned</title><description>D'habitude je parle en francais...et... (Sometimes, I speak in french...and...)&lt;br /&gt;
Ich spreche Deutsch...(I speak German...a little...still at intermediate level)&lt;br /&gt;
Hablo un poco de espanol (Si, I do. I can get by in simple conversation)&lt;br /&gt;
Namda? (What?...Yes I'm am planning to learn Japanese officially but know a few words, phrases, meanings)&lt;br /&gt;
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We've all seen or heard those ads for Rosetta Stone and its promises of having you speaking in another language. "Fastest way to learn a language. Guaranteed." is one of their marketing phrases. "Used by government agencies, Fortune 500 companies, diplomats..." is another. I do agree this is an amazing product and you should definitely invest in it. Especially if you're a world traveler like myself or a person who plans to some day. Or if you're in any of those or similar career fields mentioned above.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeKBG0A78wDnYqPtC8pmcbQ67Cf6JdAZXZNk2ZY9lVgPkNucLRyALrP1n8-3OdJsZx__KSyaAG5mO2ldENfnomBZugBoDFeTc1r1RCJV02olekC9usOqv60L6Ycv4x0H8ZgNijFTf0ETY/s1600-h/rosetta-stone.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeKBG0A78wDnYqPtC8pmcbQ67Cf6JdAZXZNk2ZY9lVgPkNucLRyALrP1n8-3OdJsZx__KSyaAG5mO2ldENfnomBZugBoDFeTc1r1RCJV02olekC9usOqv60L6Ycv4x0H8ZgNijFTf0ETY/s320/rosetta-stone.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is an investment that will pay off in time. Yet, you still got to have the money to cop it legally and it may be costly. And given the economy, we're always looking for ways to cut costs.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Well! Today's your lucky day! After all, there must be other things around that will also probably guarantee to make you at least speak in another language, if not learn, just as quickly. In fact, probably quicker than these teenager girls were rushing to buy tickets to see New Moon when it came out.&lt;br /&gt;
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Bonus! They're definitely &lt;i&gt;loads&lt;/i&gt; cheaper compared to Rosetta Stone's software.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have come up with a few situations/things I've observed and researched (consulted Google). So counting down in no particular order, they are:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;6. Really great, exciting or shocking news. Examples: winning the lotto, getting engaged, getting a superb promotion&lt;br /&gt;
5. Confrontational situations. Examples: arguments, fender bender car accidents, fights&lt;br /&gt;
4. Mind-blowing passionate sex. Especially when orgasms are included.&lt;br /&gt;
3. Spiritual encounters in churches, mosques, temples with the divine.&lt;br /&gt;
2. Bad or shocking news. Usually displayed in form of short exclamations or phrases. Example: Dos Mios!&lt;br /&gt;
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These are all good examples but the one that I've seen that works always is:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;1. ALCOHOL. Especially tequila or B 151 or any strong rum. Any kind of alcohol as a matter of fact!&lt;br /&gt;
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I like to call it &lt;b&gt;Rosetta Stoned&lt;/b&gt;. When you're so tipsy or high off of booze or liqueur that you loose your damn mind and apparently grasp on the English language. I've seen this personally with a few friends of mine back in college. After a few swigs of the bottle and chugs on the hose, they became more fluent in a different language than Tiger Woods now appears to be fluent in pimping on the side. And leaving incriminating voice mail messages.&lt;br /&gt;
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Who's dumb enough to do that anyway? Dave is a one-woman, monogamy machine but still for those who mingle with the mistresses, admittedly this is a highly &lt;b&gt;dumb&lt;/b&gt; thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;But yes, drinking can make you appear to talk in a different language even at a better quality than when you're sober. You're the star of the show and in the limelight. There you go, speaking French to the hot bartender. Or telling the dude in German what your idea of the after-party for two should be.&lt;br /&gt;
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After all, one loses most inhibitions when intoxicated, feels more confident, pays less attention to grammar structure, verb construction and detail and is simply wasted. And don't forget you become way cooler, more popular, more interesting, more attractive than Jon Gosselin in his heyday. Ok, maybe Brad Pitt is a better example?&lt;br /&gt;
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Nonetheless, a six-pack of Heineken or a bottle of Grey Goose is way less expensive than Rosetta Stone if you decide on this route. The perhaps "cooler, faster, cheaper, more hip and more fun" way as thought by some. I have also learned that the ethanol theory only works if you have a partial idea or contact exposure with the language. Like if you have at least been around or learned a fraction of it but still can't speak fluently. Then it's easier to go with the flow (or buzz) and talk as best as you can, substituting unknown words with &lt;i&gt;even more&lt;/i&gt; unknown words.&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, it's up to the brave, courageous ones to try this method willingly. Let me know how it goes. For the rest of us, it's back to the audio tapes, books, classes, homework lessons and immersion trips.&lt;br /&gt;
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Bonne chance! Gambei!&lt;br /&gt;
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Aargh!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3rlikv2hEcDQetugqUySjfAhTzIuhzLz32q5wdcPcKGxyxCCiu_HcQCmhbBrQ8SFCVPSm2f9tTDonIhfcGYmiX3BShLBLF0xhgmpEcouF3Eoj23sKPYBcFc3i4vU9OvGD4or8jjaBaWI/s1600-h/drunk+guy2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3rlikv2hEcDQetugqUySjfAhTzIuhzLz32q5wdcPcKGxyxCCiu_HcQCmhbBrQ8SFCVPSm2f9tTDonIhfcGYmiX3BShLBLF0xhgmpEcouF3Eoj23sKPYBcFc3i4vU9OvGD4or8jjaBaWI/s200/drunk+guy2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;P.S. Beware you don't pass out on the floor in your attempt to drink enough so you canspeak Italian to the hot chick in the red dress. It could happen....well the passing out part...and you may throw up too. Zero cool points. And besides, she may not understand a word you're saying because you're slobbering, slurring and let's face the fact, can't speak a lick of the language.</description><link>http://markthisup.blogspot.com/2009/12/rosetta-stoned.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dave "Loose Cannon" Wills)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeKBG0A78wDnYqPtC8pmcbQ67Cf6JdAZXZNk2ZY9lVgPkNucLRyALrP1n8-3OdJsZx__KSyaAG5mO2ldENfnomBZugBoDFeTc1r1RCJV02olekC9usOqv60L6Ycv4x0H8ZgNijFTf0ETY/s72-c/rosetta-stone.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930404093731220355.post-1737976972451621742</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Nov 2009 22:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-30T16:32:47.459-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mobile</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">rock</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">school</category><title>The Samsung Camera Never Lies: "School House Rock"</title><description>Though I'm a big fan of alternative rock and the occasional heavy metal, this isn't a tribute to Metallica, Coldplay, U2 or the Beatles. Not even Hoobastank, Creed, P.O.D., Kings of Leon or Red Hot Chili Peppers.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCmnW3Ulw9tMdTXNiAmuE4m_xdh4sPrIcBsicMz3y1yIzdDuipa8JQw8hy2vXlOYQiqK2N3m5hNmb0S3f3_jFL5EuFsaVfhHzlh1zyaP3DAIZlpArlucWFP3a8a-u6TriIBPn5PlWAHc8/s1600/school_house.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCmnW3Ulw9tMdTXNiAmuE4m_xdh4sPrIcBsicMz3y1yIzdDuipa8JQw8hy2vXlOYQiqK2N3m5hNmb0S3f3_jFL5EuFsaVfhHzlh1zyaP3DAIZlpArlucWFP3a8a-u6TriIBPn5PlWAHc8/s320/school_house.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;Although I have fond memories of this educational short clip while growing up, I'm not talking about this either. Ah, these were the days when TV did more than just rot your brains out.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;Actually, this is about these damn, mysterious rocks I have always seen in front of elementary, middle and high schools. Usually not colleges. I guess it isn't cool when you're in college. But what is the fixation with kids, schools and these megaliths.&lt;br /&gt;
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These rocks baffle me. I wonder if they have been placed there since the beginning of time (of the school) by some mysterious agent (P.T.A.) and what is their true purpose.&lt;br /&gt;
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They are often painted with names celebrating birthdays, graduations, events or random details. And they're always covered in hypnotic, multi-colored paint. Their meaning is more elusive than trying to find good television shows on cable these days. More confusing than trying to keep up with rational thoughts in the current health debate. And more mysterious than the WMDs we never found in Iraq since 2001.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhep3TwFvjk4iJRfGGVSGwXH8XFYKpK4AVwJ-4ol4OvoXZRJDLcGvLOzw8tz1Q8kE6vhoyvRVA0HeZBeQSTb2F4dGlbegRXZHlws21ZQwd33umb6Vmt84kkURyqAhCDErMyQt4Cx4v8KKw/s1600/rock2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhep3TwFvjk4iJRfGGVSGwXH8XFYKpK4AVwJ-4ol4OvoXZRJDLcGvLOzw8tz1Q8kE6vhoyvRVA0HeZBeQSTb2F4dGlbegRXZHlws21ZQwd33umb6Vmt84kkURyqAhCDErMyQt4Cx4v8KKw/s320/rock2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;I remember that even this new school I saw going up over the summer already got a rock within the first week of opening. Isn't that a bit odd? Who decides that a rock is missing or needs to be at a particular school? I even wondered if the same guys that did the job at Stonehenge or on Easter Island had their hands in this.&lt;br /&gt;
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These rocks do seem to come out of nowhere and their purpose is unknown. They remind me of some TV shows, a few politicians and Levi Johnston. Until I figure this out, I guess I'm stuck between a rock and a bad phase. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The 'Samsung Camera Never Lies' Series is a collection of varied, entertaining, random, interesting, amusing and at times outright hilarious images and pictures. Everything seen is as seen through the lens of a Samsung SGH-T819 phone. All rights reserved to crazy Dave "Loose Cannon" Wills. The events and characters portrayed or seen herein are indeed non-fictitious and have all basis in reality. Hence no real identities or identifying marks, logos or symbols will be seen. Do enjoy this amusing, interesting, occasional 400 word or less, 2 pictures or more mobile chronicle. Do feel free to comment, remark or simply leave your 2 cents worth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://markthisup.blogspot.com/2009/11/samsung-camera-never-lies-school-house.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dave "Loose Cannon" Wills)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCmnW3Ulw9tMdTXNiAmuE4m_xdh4sPrIcBsicMz3y1yIzdDuipa8JQw8hy2vXlOYQiqK2N3m5hNmb0S3f3_jFL5EuFsaVfhHzlh1zyaP3DAIZlpArlucWFP3a8a-u6TriIBPn5PlWAHc8/s72-c/school_house.png" width="72"/><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930404093731220355.post-7922942978116835933</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Nov 2009 23:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-24T01:17:18.088-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">online</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">peeve</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">people</category><title>Dave's Guide To Proper Netiquette: The Blogger Version</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkP5iyJ8ngga5iH0RmnKVzmRFb98zN1IBdedenkf8NzKbyVKJCJnSxaGXKZYReN0dp51OjYeHIztlAX__FT_Q0Vx5jSn2YO5pHbCXs8okfaRUIg0mBAfAdewxSUNN4FTNX9kgE6Atj86w/s1600/netq1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkP5iyJ8ngga5iH0RmnKVzmRFb98zN1IBdedenkf8NzKbyVKJCJnSxaGXKZYReN0dp51OjYeHIztlAX__FT_Q0Vx5jSn2YO5pHbCXs8okfaRUIg0mBAfAdewxSUNN4FTNX9kgE6Atj86w/s320/netq1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;So, I have followed up on the request of my fellow bloggers, &lt;a href="http://loveand-stuff.blogspot.com/"&gt;elle&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://rucamosgirl.wordpress.com/"&gt;rucamosgirl&lt;/a&gt;. Their suggestions from a previously related post about the &lt;a href="http://markthisup.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-shout-out-goes-out-to.html"&gt;ALL CAPS&lt;/a&gt; syndrome made me do some more research and thinking about proper netiquette. Even more, I wanted it to be geared more towards us bloggers. After all, we wouldn't want to be &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; blogger who always sticks out like a sore thumb because of poor netiquette. Who would want to stick out as much as ex-CNN's Lou Dobbs probably would at an Immigration United Support meeting?&lt;br /&gt;
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Hence, I've noticed and suggested some pointers that may help someone you know to become a better blogger. Also, hopefully we can end this ill together.&lt;br /&gt;
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1. &lt;b&gt;Writing relevant comments&lt;/b&gt;. The blog author and other dedicated readers/commenters can clearly tell if you've read the article or not. If you don't like the article, then it's fine. There may be other ones or even &lt;i&gt;other&lt;/i&gt; blogs that you may like. Blogging is only half the task, the other part involves actually reading other people's blogs and commenting on them. After all, we all like a bit of support, praise and ego-pumping. Not only will you gain fellow support by doing this regularly and gain more blogger friends (as opposed to one-time hit commenters), but you will also be practicing proper netiquette.&lt;br /&gt;
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2. &lt;b&gt;Not using all caps ALL the time&lt;/b&gt;. Use when appropriate. For reference, see &lt;a href="http://markthisup.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-shout-out-goes-out-to.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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3. &lt;b&gt;Excessive blog-pimping&lt;/b&gt; is a no-no. Allowed on your own status or comments of friends who know or tolerate you. Writing it everywhere and joining every group to put your URL &lt;i&gt;even though your blog is about cats and the group may be called "Bloggers Who Hate Cats and Cats Blogs"&lt;/i&gt; may be &lt;b&gt;extremely&lt;/b&gt; annoying. Tied to #1. Believe, you and I and that person all want to get more readers who we can interact with, inspire, get comments from and entertain from article to article. But you don't want potential readers/followers/supporters/commenters to get turned off by seeing your link posted everywhere they click!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8OWSFuG00AodPEIUBo8PWGi-8VMnfAWKDCGujGpw98HF7gtnbNPXU_LzJS60UDkCMxF4MqHgxpge6ekCF5vk6fBdJ1xwOtRsyop06ruduwSFn_e5Dzaa-zp_m4csTTwaAWecVhdaYRL4/s1600/netq2.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8OWSFuG00AodPEIUBo8PWGi-8VMnfAWKDCGujGpw98HF7gtnbNPXU_LzJS60UDkCMxF4MqHgxpge6ekCF5vk6fBdJ1xwOtRsyop06ruduwSFn_e5Dzaa-zp_m4csTTwaAWecVhdaYRL4/s320/netq2.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4. &lt;b&gt;Check in on old friends&lt;/b&gt; (bloggers you first read and commented on or vice versa). The great thing about these blog networks are the connections you make. You don't want to be like Whitney Houston and be all cool with us like it's 1989 and then disappear some time after till a comeback in 2009. Try the Google reader too if you have it, it helps to keep you updated on blog updates. This makes it easier to go back and read and leave your words on an article. &lt;br /&gt;
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5&lt;b&gt;. TyPIng LiKe thIs iS UnACceptABle.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;Not only is this pointless and makes you look like a retard, it's highly annoying. It's even more annoying than people posting their blog URLs everywhere. As a matter of fact, it's more annoying than typing in all caps. At least then, I can assume it's either stuck or you're angry (though it's still &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; irritating). Yet, typing like this is evident you're doing this on purpose. Hence, don't be surprised when you get less followers, readers, fans, friends, followers or the like. You're trying really hard to get attention just as hard as Ms. New York was trying to get into 'serious' acting after her &lt;strike&gt;stunt&lt;/strike&gt; stint on Flava Flav's disastrous show. And boy was she trying. Thank God she and her awful spin-off show came to their senses.&lt;br /&gt;
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6. &lt;b&gt;Post URLs responsibly. &lt;/b&gt;This should be logical to most but the better (less annoying, greater display of proper netiquette) way to promote your blog is to join blog forums, category blog groups or other blogging networks that are created for that very purpose. The worse way is to post it every blimey place you can think about. For additional clarity, refer back to #3. If one does not heed to this, then in the words of the famous Mr.T, "I pity the fool!"&lt;br /&gt;
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I have a dream...&lt;br /&gt;
That one day, all bloggers will be united in the quest for less annoying practices..&lt;br /&gt;
And we'll all better bloggers...&lt;br /&gt;
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Until then, someone please tell _______ (fill in blank) if they are in fault of anything on this list.&lt;br /&gt;
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Merci! Aargh!</description><link>http://markthisup.blogspot.com/2009/11/daves-guide-to-proper-netiquette.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dave "Loose Cannon" Wills)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkP5iyJ8ngga5iH0RmnKVzmRFb98zN1IBdedenkf8NzKbyVKJCJnSxaGXKZYReN0dp51OjYeHIztlAX__FT_Q0Vx5jSn2YO5pHbCXs8okfaRUIg0mBAfAdewxSUNN4FTNX9kgE6Atj86w/s72-c/netq1.JPG" width="72"/><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930404093731220355.post-8848711185408995133</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Nov 2009 02:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-18T23:49:52.194-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">babies</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">blogs</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">kids</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">people</category><title>Baby's First Blog</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZO8L-LK7uc/SwQrpglXMiI/AAAAAAAAAsw/LYhDBjCsyYA/s1600/baby1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZO8L-LK7uc/SwQrpglXMiI/AAAAAAAAAsw/LYhDBjCsyYA/s200/baby1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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So as I do every other day or so, I hit the "Next Blog" button on the Google dashboard above my blog's header. It's actually a great way to randomly find other blogs to read and comment on as well as a good way to possibly meet new bloggers. And hopefully, draw more traffic to your blog if you're interested in that...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZO8L-LK7uc/SwQrwCBFOXI/AAAAAAAAAs0/xuk2dFDsSkA/s1600/baby2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZO8L-LK7uc/SwQrwCBFOXI/AAAAAAAAAs0/xuk2dFDsSkA/s200/baby2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;Well, today was just one of those days. And firstly, I was glad that Google somehow heard my complaints. This time most of the blogs (more than 4/5) were in English. &lt;i&gt;Yet &lt;/i&gt;this time I was still bothered! Instead of the results being random blogs in English like I wanted it to be, they seemed to be stuck in the same category as the first blog that I came across after leaving my site.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZO8L-LK7uc/SwQ5PYJcWxI/AAAAAAAAAtI/AZJNDJgKp4k/s1600/baby7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZO8L-LK7uc/SwQ5PYJcWxI/AAAAAAAAAtI/AZJNDJgKp4k/s200/baby7.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, for five minutes I was lost all in travel blogs, then the next three minutes it was stirring around in all cooking blogs. I went back to my dashboard and started again, truly intent on finding some new blogs to read. This time, a family blog popped up. Well, rather a blog with dozens of pictures of someone's baby from every angle doing every possible thing from bathing to eating to sleeping to nursing. It creeped me out a bit I must admit.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yet, what creeped me out even more was the fear that I was about to be stuck in another time warp of over-exposed and under-dressed kids, smiling moms and dads along for the ride. My scientific mind decided to do a statistical experiment to see how many I would come across before it stopped. Here are the results:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Overall Time Stuck In Family Blog &lt;strike&gt;Hel&lt;/strike&gt; World: 28 minutes&lt;br /&gt;
Total Blogs Browsed: 123 &lt;br /&gt;
Average Number of Blogs Browsed Per Minute: 4&lt;br /&gt;
Number of Female Authors: 119&lt;br /&gt;
Number of Male Authors: 4&lt;br /&gt;
Estimated Average Number of Pictures of Kids Per Blog: &lt;b&gt;Error - Number Outside Count Range&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Estimated Average Number of Pictures of Kids Per Article:8&lt;br /&gt;
Estimated Average Number of Inappropriate Pictures of Kids: &lt;b&gt;Error - Way Too Effin Much!?!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Amount of Personal/Classified/Private Information Shared: &lt;b&gt;Error - Way Too Effin Much!?!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;Am I the only one who feels a bit uneasy about this? &lt;i&gt;And&lt;/i&gt; imagine I'm not even the parents posting pictures,&amp;nbsp; names, birthdays, pictures of their houses both inside and outside, addresses etc. I'm mortified at the thought of how easy this could be accessed by the wrong person. On the news you see way too many instances of sick adults who indulge in even sicker pleasures that end up in innocent children being hurt. This is like leaving a kid in a candy store overnight with free access to everything (pun intended). It's all out there like Britney Spears' famous exiting-car-showing-vajajay shots or Spencer Pratt's lack of appeal/intelligence/charisma.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZO8L-LK7uc/SwQ45QXSZiI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Gl4W_GPnbC4/s1600/baby5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="164" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZO8L-LK7uc/SwQ45QXSZiI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Gl4W_GPnbC4/s200/baby5.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, yes while I understand that you may be so proud of your newborn or offspring (which I congratulate and support), it may be true (gasp!) that not everyone may be as enthusiastic as you are. Obviously I'd expect family, close friends, and blogger with similar persuasions to be the ones you'd share these photos, smiles, laughter and moments with. Yet, always consider that leaving such a blog fully open and non-restricted may not always be a great idea. Way too many sickos and perverts out there. Try restricting the availability of your 'kid's' blog a bit to be safe.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;This is one of the ills of the vastly extensive social networking capabilites of society today. Anybody and I mean anybody (sex offenders down the street, perps in jail) can network or blog. They can even use a fake name and profile. After all the milk cartons, child abduction reports, and ads in the newspaper scare me enough and I &lt;b&gt;don't&lt;/b&gt; have a kid! &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZO8L-LK7uc/SwQ5iaC8q6I/AAAAAAAAAtM/OS2TVD8QdNQ/s1600/baby8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="158" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZO8L-LK7uc/SwQ5iaC8q6I/AAAAAAAAAtM/OS2TVD8QdNQ/s200/baby8.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On a different note, some of these pictures are truly hilarious. Even funnier is the captions that some of these mothers put. Not only am I concerned that if these kids ever read this blog later when they grow up they may be scarred but that they may be pissed that whatever their mom wrote was definitely NOT what they were thinking at the time. Some captions were:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;HOPPY WEEN (kid smiling in bunny costume for Halloween)&lt;br /&gt;
Bucket head (kid with bucket over head)&lt;br /&gt;
I like my ducky (slightly annoyed kid given a bath)I&lt;br /&gt;
I love when my mommy rubs soap on my head (same as above)&lt;br /&gt;
I made stinky! (child given a diaper change)&lt;br /&gt;
Nearly naked baby! (pretty much naked baby)&lt;br /&gt;
I came out of my mommy's tummy (child sleeping in crib)&lt;br /&gt;
I can't find my hand, mommy! (kid with hand in pants)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZO8L-LK7uc/SwQs5ibv-II/AAAAAAAAAs4/OZfbv4kLXmU/s1600/baby4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZO8L-LK7uc/SwQs5ibv-II/AAAAAAAAAs4/OZfbv4kLXmU/s200/baby4.jpg" width="156" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another thing that may come off as slightly annoying to some is the obsession you may have with posting a picture of every single thing your child does, wears, eats. By all means, keep a great record that you can look back on and treasure. Though sometimes instead of sharing it with the World Wide Wackos, try a CD or photo album instead. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;
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Now can the "Next Blog" button link me to a different category? Please?&lt;br /&gt;
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Aargh!&lt;br /&gt;
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P.S. In keeping with the data obtained from my research, I have included 8 baby pictures in this article. Though not all I think one would be happy to post online.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer: Dave "Loose Cannon" Wills, Mark My Words and http://markthisup.blogspot.com in no way condones, tolerates, promotes, supports, encourages, advertises, justifies or endorses child pornography, adverse pedophiliac behavior, and/or the excessive and irresponsible posting of under-dressed, over-exposed children online.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://markthisup.blogspot.com/2009/11/babys-first-blog.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dave "Loose Cannon" Wills)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZO8L-LK7uc/SwQrpglXMiI/AAAAAAAAAsw/LYhDBjCsyYA/s72-c/baby1.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>37</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930404093731220355.post-615827643846487931</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Nov 2009 04:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-18T00:20:44.597-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">people</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">restaurant</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">waiter</category><title>#2...I Hate To Be That Person Who...</title><description>orders a meal and then when it comes asks to get something else because that's not what he ordered. Though it is really what he ordered and he's just being a pain in the arse. &lt;i&gt;Even worse&lt;/i&gt;. Imagine if it comes out of the new waitress' pay. I'd hate to be that waitress.&lt;br /&gt;
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It's funny to always observe and experience how the waiter/waitress-customer dynamics changes depending on which restaurant you eat out or in at. Some places you know that the food is great but the service is bad. Yet at others, the food was so bad that you swore on your aunt's head that you'll never go back but the wait staff there made all the difference. It's as though you get the good with the bad. The yin with the yang. The Office with the Real Housewives of Atlanta (I'm yet to see them clean, cook or do any housewife stuff).&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEaXOoBlyXnJZwL4dRalXe51Z43Cs2zRYtvjKW_PU0yI3uLpgoj52qa3st-Ju-wkuQXi4SMsnjqC8ACBeDK_PqJqwh2Eah258-EEm6iOz80HY2bvTnc0nH7gDfom4pFoYD2Z5Ldz378iw/s1600/Angry+Waiter.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEaXOoBlyXnJZwL4dRalXe51Z43Cs2zRYtvjKW_PU0yI3uLpgoj52qa3st-Ju-wkuQXi4SMsnjqC8ACBeDK_PqJqwh2Eah258-EEm6iOz80HY2bvTnc0nH7gDfom4pFoYD2Z5Ldz378iw/s200/Angry+Waiter.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'd hate to be that waiter who has to leave in five minutes or has to close that night. Especially when the drunk frat boys from the club up the street waltz in after the witching hour &lt;i&gt;still drunk&lt;/i&gt;. And you're the one that has to wait their table. My blogger colleague, Nomad, from 365 Days of People spoke about a very similar &lt;a href="http://365daysofpeople.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-83-its-time-to-go-home.html"&gt;situation&lt;/a&gt; and it is hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;
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Actually, I think I'd also hate to be the person who gets stuck with the rude waitress. You know that person who comes to your table with the fake smile for two seconds or looks away pissed when you look at the menu? Or scowls when you ask for something else and angrily replies that it is not on the menu tonight? &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;Come to think of it, I'd hate to be that person who has to wait for ANY one to at least come to or recognize their table. This has been known to happen frequently at certain Waffle Houses and IHOP establishments. I'd hate to be the person who has to suffer this tragedy. What is even worse is the person who this message was intended for. &lt;i&gt;Dang this sucks but at least the 'customers' (never actually got served or bought anything it seems) were creative and definitely got the message across.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Hmmm. I'd probably hate to be the person who had to clean that mess up and explain to the manager why the customer had to resort to writing this on the counter!&lt;br /&gt;
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Yeah. I'd sure hate to be that person!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This has been a certified random thought process by the author, Dave "Loose Cannon" Wills. Feel free to post comments, opinions, similar stories, and/or suggestions below.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://markthisup.blogspot.com/2009/11/2i-hate-to-be-that-person-who.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dave "Loose Cannon" Wills)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEaXOoBlyXnJZwL4dRalXe51Z43Cs2zRYtvjKW_PU0yI3uLpgoj52qa3st-Ju-wkuQXi4SMsnjqC8ACBeDK_PqJqwh2Eah258-EEm6iOz80HY2bvTnc0nH7gDfom4pFoYD2Z5Ldz378iw/s72-c/Angry+Waiter.png" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930404093731220355.post-2198338797523560226</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Nov 2009 16:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-13T11:27:01.237-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">jeans</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sagging</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">white tees</category><title>Supersize Me! No, Wait...Make That XXXXL!!</title><description>&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuZ_3K6adLGrWyImgkOHS2WiYNrT6fYTrBr6HOi1UGi_xzt_CtqfvnVfa2lt8frcjGfckQeOQilbIOFuwQSQWxmi8jY1hsGr2KwprMPubmhuPP8vKGiWTZaiS05vAelkSEmX9xb7rTMww/s1600-h/sag2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuZ_3K6adLGrWyImgkOHS2WiYNrT6fYTrBr6HOi1UGi_xzt_CtqfvnVfa2lt8frcjGfckQeOQilbIOFuwQSQWxmi8jY1hsGr2KwprMPubmhuPP8vKGiWTZaiS05vAelkSEmX9xb7rTMww/s320/sag2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I should probably blame my pet Peeve for this one too. This is high up on my list of social peeves. Now, I'm not one big on buying into most stereotypes but sometimes, the people that fall under these labels tend to do a fantastic job at advertising themselves.&lt;br /&gt;
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This particular group today has a unique 'urban outiffter' (not the brand) vibe when it comes to dressing. Society likes to say and believe that dressing styles are simply modes of expression. Yet, I think some modes need to be given the silent treatment, made to wear the dunce cap and put to sit in the corner for meaningful reflection. The guilty party I am talking about this time is the urban, hip-hop (or jail-time?) influenced mode of dress. Rather the extreme version of it because nothing's wrong with regular hip-hop dressing as far as I'm concerned.&lt;br /&gt;
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Let me present a few case exhibits.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzYRAsRtrJwNdz_WQZdCmhP_hfA-VoTOsSwJkCIFH4xApUCk44X3UMk6vUASEYXBMqh5iIndj8fE6oXvFu4UDCduLsi0A8-puC4qTEmngRu82-d6W8cdO_CHqvnPx_EIg5rTKes24buuw/s1600-h/sag5.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzYRAsRtrJwNdz_WQZdCmhP_hfA-VoTOsSwJkCIFH4xApUCk44X3UMk6vUASEYXBMqh5iIndj8fE6oXvFu4UDCduLsi0A8-puC4qTEmngRu82-d6W8cdO_CHqvnPx_EIg5rTKes24buuw/s200/sag5.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The two main items of conflict here are the over-over-over-sized tees and the jeans worn around the knees. After all, what's more appealing than a fresh glimpse of butt crack, plaid underwear and arse in the morning? Or what about that stylish all-white 'man skirt' some people wear and try to parade it as a tee?&lt;br /&gt;
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This 'honor' of this 'luxury' was once reserved for gang-bangers, jail birds, hip-hop artistes and street ballers. Though, this list still does not in any way venerate the wearing of one's pants this low. I still give it ZERO COOL POINTS. I have noticed, this list has now been extended to include such types as douche bags, confused white boys wanting to be urban, guys who play for the guy team, and even little kids at the daycare.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAyCp_udxr4BGS5H3rudWvU0M3KLWOwy4gZSPrZ_gl8qiArUTh6IqU_zJddHIQJxcR-TlArVGSH4t2C84lWkyr7-wHcKV-QwwzoLhveqkah709EEKDyohjskP-voNnEH6CPB9TcnciBS4/s1600-h/KristolThug.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAyCp_udxr4BGS5H3rudWvU0M3KLWOwy4gZSPrZ_gl8qiArUTh6IqU_zJddHIQJxcR-TlArVGSH4t2C84lWkyr7-wHcKV-QwwzoLhveqkah709EEKDyohjskP-voNnEH6CPB9TcnciBS4/s200/KristolThug.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To the abusers of this trend:&lt;br /&gt;
Wearing jeans this way or tees that swallow you up and make everything from your knees up disappear definitely sends certain messages. And they may not always be the ones that you want to send. Unless you're walking in certain areas and have always wanted to see what it feels like to have a Life Swap with a hard-core thug who shows his boxers. Maybe you have dreams about being the next bigger Myspace rapper or you want to be that guy who tries to hand you his demo CD every time you're walking downtown. Or perhaps of trying to run while holding your pants up while still tripping over yourself. Some research might show that this may actually be the number one cause of deaths in these areas - can't run away fast enough!&lt;br /&gt;
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I think it's unfair for people who do this and buy most of the XXXXL tees to look hip and urban when their size is clearly a M or L at best. What about Big Boi, Heavy T, Slim and Fat Albert? Can they sleep soundly at night knowing that other more deserving people have to walk around bare back because of their silliness? Shame on you, wearer-of-clothes-way-too-big! &lt;br /&gt;
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It's like a new spot on the Monopoly Board Game or one of those little cards you pick up. &lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Are your jeans blatantly sagging? Go straight to jail!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;You've been selected to model on the runway for the new Th'ugh Warnabee Line. We love your long, flowing, white cotton dress!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I mean how can some wearers of these clothes seriously expect to make a run from the trap house (&lt;b&gt;code name&lt;/b&gt;: house where drugs are sold/bought. &lt;b&gt;tip&lt;/b&gt;: house in community, development, projects that may have many cars always parked there all during the day.)? Or run from the boys in blue (Five-O or 'po po')? As a matter of fact, from other peeps who they may owe money? It's ludicrous I tell you!&lt;br /&gt;
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This is yet another fault of that ole pet of mine, Peeve. I wish he'd stop using his magical powers and causing other people to do this. &lt;br /&gt;
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Remember, friends don't let friends sag jeans!&lt;br /&gt;
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Aargh!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;P.S. Lil Wayne has mad skills though! Real talk. And, have you seen these two guys (or guys that look like this) before? Talk about socially confused misfits...</description><link>http://markthisup.blogspot.com/2009/11/supersize-me-no-waitmake-that-xxxxl.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dave "Loose Cannon" Wills)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuZ_3K6adLGrWyImgkOHS2WiYNrT6fYTrBr6HOi1UGi_xzt_CtqfvnVfa2lt8frcjGfckQeOQilbIOFuwQSQWxmi8jY1hsGr2KwprMPubmhuPP8vKGiWTZaiS05vAelkSEmX9xb7rTMww/s72-c/sag2.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930404093731220355.post-2965423527474455789</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Nov 2009 15:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-13T10:19:40.670-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">people</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">random</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">thoughts</category><title>Shot From The Cannon</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_zHTLvZgM6XgGrUYDHThE3IBRK_kkq_F7uQpTnA7cxfCm2QcKS-7YL2fxp6k0Y6IsOl7VKSB9p48VTqxq5pC0Phq0hFkPn_peRvVDmiGf6zEy9opvo9XL-riJhcn2I1KJmLx6sUVYYT8/s1600-h/BeFunky.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_zHTLvZgM6XgGrUYDHThE3IBRK_kkq_F7uQpTnA7cxfCm2QcKS-7YL2fxp6k0Y6IsOl7VKSB9p48VTqxq5pC0Phq0hFkPn_peRvVDmiGf6zEy9opvo9XL-riJhcn2I1KJmLx6sUVYYT8/s400/BeFunky.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;So these are all random, entertaining, crazy thoughts and questions running through the head of Dave "Loose Cannon" Wills on a Tuesday evening.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;Where did Beavis and Butthead go?&lt;br /&gt;
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So, Facebook is telling me who to poke and to reconnect with these days? What next will they do, show me phone numbers of persons to call?&lt;br /&gt;
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That dude yesterday needed a breath mint. Dang!&lt;br /&gt;
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Was OJ really innocent? What about Bill Clinton?&lt;br /&gt;
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Who is the real mastermind behind the all-knowing Google? Is there a Google religion by now?&lt;br /&gt;
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Why is the theme song from "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Who%27s_the_Boss%3F"&gt;Who's The Boss&lt;/a&gt;" playing in my head? Where is Tony Danza these days?&lt;br /&gt;
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As a matter of fact, where is and WHO the hell is this Carmen Sandeigo person I've heard about all my life?&lt;br /&gt;
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Or, where is Osama Bin Laden? Is he real or fictional?&lt;br /&gt;
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Cheesecake.&lt;br /&gt;
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Enough with all this Jon &amp;amp; Kate rubbish everywhere on TV. Where's the real news?&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm cooler than the underside of a pillow.&lt;br /&gt;
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Family Guy and The Office are hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;
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I hate pretty much all of these reality TV shows on TV these days. Who keeps making more of these horrible, crappy show ideas?&lt;br /&gt;
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Chuck Norris is the man. I say so because I do not want to get a roundhouse kick to the head.&lt;br /&gt;
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Peanut butter and jelly tastes better with a glass of milk.&lt;br /&gt;
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Africa is not a country, SW. Stop saying it is.&lt;br /&gt;
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If I had twitter, I would walk up to people and tell them "Follow me" or just say "@daveloosecannon". I saw this in one of my friend's notes on Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;
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Spiderman underwear.&lt;br /&gt;
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I wish I had a spaceship so I could fly up into space and get a section all for myself. That would truly be Myspace.&lt;br /&gt;
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They call me the Loose Cannon because I'm liable to shoot any crazy thing out of my mouth at random.&lt;br /&gt;
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This dude on Facebook says "Morning, tweople" everyday in his combined Facebook/Twitter status. I think it's retarded.&lt;br /&gt;
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Twitter vs Facebook vs Myspace. Who wins?&lt;br /&gt;
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ICQ vs Google Talk vs Yahoo Msgr vs MSM Msgr. Winner? Loser?&lt;br /&gt;
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Kama Sutra is one of the coolest books ever. Period.&lt;br /&gt;
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Reading my blog gives you 0.46 cool points each hour. It's true.&lt;br /&gt;
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If you've got this far, then you can read the rest below. And your cool points are accumulating.&lt;br /&gt;
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I love driving and have certain peeves about driving.&lt;br /&gt;
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Why do people always feel uncomfortable with taking off their shoes in a friend's or stranger's apartment? Smelly feet?&lt;br /&gt;
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Why was Smurfette the only Smurf in the Smurf village? Was this because of sexism, subtle prostitution or simple poor script writing?&lt;br /&gt;
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Heavy rain really brings out the best and the worst drivers. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;
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Is the Captain in you?&lt;br /&gt;
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Why when I click on "Next Blog", it shows me blogs in languages I don't speak? Is keeping it in English too much to ask?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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And back to reality....&lt;br /&gt;
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Aargh!</description><link>http://markthisup.blogspot.com/2009/11/shot-from-cannon.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dave "Loose Cannon" Wills)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_zHTLvZgM6XgGrUYDHThE3IBRK_kkq_F7uQpTnA7cxfCm2QcKS-7YL2fxp6k0Y6IsOl7VKSB9p48VTqxq5pC0Phq0hFkPn_peRvVDmiGf6zEy9opvo9XL-riJhcn2I1KJmLx6sUVYYT8/s72-c/BeFunky.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930404093731220355.post-2151399295278819906</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Nov 2009 22:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-06T23:18:44.373-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">award</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">blogs</category><title>I Lost My Virginity Last Weekend</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yes, it is true. I guess it finally happened. I've seen it happen to other people and now it has happened to me. I also join the club.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have received my first peer-blogging award.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZO8L-LK7uc/Svo6CVSfnTI/AAAAAAAAArY/0lYykZVzndA/s1600-h/kreativ1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZO8L-LK7uc/Svo6CVSfnTI/AAAAAAAAArY/0lYykZVzndA/s320/kreativ1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;That's right, Mark My Words has had its award-receiving cherry popped and it is indeed a great feeling. The person &lt;strike&gt;guilt&lt;/strike&gt; responsible for this generous deed is none other than the talented poet and writer, The.Kisser, at &lt;a href="http://kissthepen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kiss.The.Pen&lt;/a&gt;. She is a fantastic weaver of words, imagination, emotion and at times sensuality that arouses the mind and stimulates the brain. &lt;i&gt;And body.&lt;/i&gt; Her unique art of words and flow is amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;After consulting the almost-all knowing Google as well as the giver of my award's page, I checked the rules. I am supposed to: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;1. choose seven other bloggers/people to award (and let them know)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;2. tell ten&amp;nbsp;creative things&amp;nbsp;about myself.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;In true spirit of receiving this award, I also nominate seven other worthy bloggers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;1. Jason Polan at &lt;a href="http://everypersoninnewyork.blogspot.com/"&gt;Every Person In New York&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: small;"&gt;. This blog really deserves this award for its creativity and talent. Here, a talented artist and people observes make anonymous sketches of everyday people and their activities in the busy streets and corners of New York.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;2. taraSG at &lt;a href="http://mydayinsixwords.blogspot.com/"&gt;My Day in Six Words&lt;/a&gt;. Pictures can tell a thousand words or maybe a 1006? Great picture blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;3. Benedict Jones at &lt;a href="http://benedict-jones.blogspot.com/"&gt;Notes From A Basement&lt;/a&gt;. Creative writing is his forte and his regular 50-word project is not just a good read but also intriguing and compelling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4. Emily at &lt;a href="http://realfastonemorething.blogspot.com/"&gt;One More Thing...&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; The way she tells a story about her adventures and experiences in life is superb. And it draws you in and evokes emotions that you can relate to. Good honest writing and soul-sharing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;5. CJ and Blondie at &lt;a href="http://blondemonde.com/"&gt;Blonde Monde&lt;/a&gt;. Every one loves blondes, right? Even more, trying to date them. What's even better is hearing about dating from their perspective. Talk about insider trading! Great blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;6. KC Kelly at &lt;a href="http://theother98.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Other 98¢&lt;/a&gt;. Great comedic, funny and interesting opinions and stories on life, people, news and everything in between.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;7. Nomad at &lt;a href="http://365daysofpeople.blogspot.com/"&gt;365 Days of People&lt;/a&gt;. This awesome blogs chronicles the experiences we all encounter with different sets of people around us each day that we can't live with it or without. You're bound to find at least one group every other day that you can definitely agree with the author on. Good laughs and observations about people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Check out these awesome blogs and tell them Dave "Loose Cannon" Wills sent you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ten creative things about myself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;1. I am an accomplished musician and play several instruments from piano to guitar to drums.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;2. I too wax poetic and have considered myself a poet since childhood. Read me &lt;a href="http://markofgenius.wordpress.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;3. I can do a backflip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4. I paint at times, when I have time. I prefer oils too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;5. I like to make stick figures using modeling clay and sticks and pretend they're real life figures. Possible additional blog material? Hmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;6. I play several sports and clearly am an outdoor person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;7. I used to (still like to) make awesome kites as a kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;8. I'm pretty handy and can fix or repair stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;9. I'm a beast in the kitchen. Those unfamiliar with the phrase it means that I know the difference between a dash and a tablespoon and oregano and parsley.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;10. I like extreme sports.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;In true spirit of Mark My Words history,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Aargh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;P.S. There are many other fantastic bloggers who I read and follow so although they may not be listed here, you can find them on my follow list. Some have already gotten this award, some have others and some probably will get this same award really soon. Keep writing because Dave loves to read and comment! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://markthisup.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-lost-my-virginity-last-weekend.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dave "Loose Cannon" Wills)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZO8L-LK7uc/Svo6CVSfnTI/AAAAAAAAArY/0lYykZVzndA/s72-c/kreativ1.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930404093731220355.post-5566362629649053867</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 Nov 2009 21:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-09T22:25:15.052-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">airplane</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">bus</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">people</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">travel</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">window seat</category><title>I Hate To Be That Person Who...</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdxh2bIhiYrNUZle_m_VkvCQgLtV3XXAui6GwiPGlYYoZJ_o3D8ZkKW0wR55MLmoXbYwIzcIkw2Kdt43tmhUVFKAchyhOQQUWmH_hVRo_DUwOOCZM-uLLoC307BzmntuMH58rSCDRbQ-A/s1600-h/plane1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdxh2bIhiYrNUZle_m_VkvCQgLtV3XXAui6GwiPGlYYoZJ_o3D8ZkKW0wR55MLmoXbYwIzcIkw2Kdt43tmhUVFKAchyhOQQUWmH_hVRo_DUwOOCZM-uLLoC307BzmntuMH58rSCDRbQ-A/s320/plane1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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sits at the window seat on the train or the plane. Granted it's a great view to watch the world zipping by at the speed of sound, but it often comes with a tiny yet annoying price.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEholYA3vNDkZEG9iBVn_mWoH_inXGGxf-qyDAgZPxuGBR1HJipw_wTtxm9ceH8gbdpuCmAXHFWSUJCgandb3vw2Zw75H_1jP8u_8CWp_VgMwn_eJqR7Mhlnmo51O7Xklr2zM1dhoImGJ-w/s1600-h/plane3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEholYA3vNDkZEG9iBVn_mWoH_inXGGxf-qyDAgZPxuGBR1HJipw_wTtxm9ceH8gbdpuCmAXHFWSUJCgandb3vw2Zw75H_1jP8u_8CWp_VgMwn_eJqR7Mhlnmo51O7Xklr2zM1dhoImGJ-w/s200/plane3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One such case is when that person has to use the restroom so badly he feels like he's about to explode. But interestingly, they're 'stuck' by the window. As Nana would tell us back in the day,"When you need to pee, do it quickly". She always warned about the danger of our bellies bursting or our bladders not working. I never knew what a bladder was at 3 years old but I surely didn't want mine to stop working. I think this person in the window seat probably had a similar relative because it always seems as though you have to go right then and there.&lt;br /&gt;
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Even more, I'd hate to be &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; person who has to then wake up or bother the other two or three people sitting next to him. And on top of it, they have to get up when he has to go AND to get up once more when he returns. Crazy, right?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGl0OrCZ4xwdCa2ZGAWJTVVuIXxmkFqLlVJ-cyyJiRdk5DWSOrcilOAKAqSVoCufM8AUBu1HAR9nR-dzktxH0_ZPJPpd6OJbi1f5R-gmQcBGO5z4oQ01IMvVfU8nlqkKDARBTEnhA7XIY/s1600-h/plane2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGl0OrCZ4xwdCa2ZGAWJTVVuIXxmkFqLlVJ-cyyJiRdk5DWSOrcilOAKAqSVoCufM8AUBu1HAR9nR-dzktxH0_ZPJPpd6OJbi1f5R-gmQcBGO5z4oQ01IMvVfU8nlqkKDARBTEnhA7XIY/s320/plane2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What's even worse? Well, I'd hate to be that person who's in the restroom on the airplane during bad turbulence and gets the blue gel thing on their clothes. That would be really disgusting. No, actually having to ask the two people next to you to get up again while they cringe in disgust as your blue-looking Smurf self has to pass near to them. But thinking of it, I would not even like to be the person that has to keep on getting up every time nature calls you on speed dial.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yeah. I'd sure hate to be that person!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This has been a certified random thought process by the author, Dave "Loose Cannon" Wills. Feel free to post comments, opinions, similar stories, and/or suggestions below.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://markthisup.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-hate-to-be-that-person-who.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dave "Loose Cannon" Wills)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdxh2bIhiYrNUZle_m_VkvCQgLtV3XXAui6GwiPGlYYoZJ_o3D8ZkKW0wR55MLmoXbYwIzcIkw2Kdt43tmhUVFKAchyhOQQUWmH_hVRo_DUwOOCZM-uLLoC307BzmntuMH58rSCDRbQ-A/s72-c/plane1.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930404093731220355.post-9169113020916311091</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Nov 2009 23:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-05T23:40:46.770-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">annoying</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">caps</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">peeve</category><title>THIS SHOUT OUT GOES OUT TO...</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZO8L-LK7uc/SvOdjwBIDwI/AAAAAAAAAqg/aDGs2a1g9cg/s1600-h/capslock.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZO8L-LK7uc/SvOdjwBIDwI/AAAAAAAAAqg/aDGs2a1g9cg/s400/capslock.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;EVERYONE WHO HAS A MALFUNCTIONING CAPS LOCK BUTTON OR SIMPLY DECIDED TO LEAVE IT ON WHILE TYPING EVERYTHING ONLINE! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;
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Aah....&lt;br /&gt;
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If you're like me, then that was probably annoying to see all those caps. I think this is one of the most obnoxious, rude and improper things regarding &lt;a href="http://www.albion.com/netiquette/"&gt;netiquette&lt;/a&gt;. For the others, netiquette (code word for internet etiquette) simply refers to the unwritten, understood proper rules, protocol and manners employed when engaged in online communication.&lt;br /&gt;
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Didn't it make you feel like I was shouting at you or that I was on top of Oprah's famous sofa jumping up and down and screaming at you at the top of my lungs as you sat confused in the seat next to me?&lt;br /&gt;
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If you haven't marked my words before, then you probably won't be familiar with &lt;a href="http://markthisup.blogspot.com/2009/10/oh-this-pet-peeve-of-mine.html"&gt;Peeve&lt;/a&gt;, that dang pet of mine. He's notorious for his tricks and shenanigans. Though he may make me laugh sometimes, at others it's downright annoying. I also have said before that Peeve seems to have magical powers of transference and can make other people, even random strangers, pick up and follow his infuriating examples and behavior. This is yet another one. I think Peeve is making certain people type in CAPS LOCK. I don't know which is worse, Peeve or all these silly new reality shows some moron producer is being paid to dream up while he's in the toilet. Because, that's whey they belong and should stay. Yet, they keep trying to take them straight out of the crapper and put in on TV. Anyway, more about that in a later post.&lt;br /&gt;
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What if I started to just suddENLY TYPE EVERY SINGLE SENTENCE IN ALL CAPS? BOY, HOW ANNOYING IS THAT?!? WILL THAT MAKE YOU FRUSTRATED OR ANNOYED?!&lt;br /&gt;
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What if every time you saw me type it WAS ALL IN CAPS LIKE THIS? I DOUBT THAT YOU WOULD APPRECIATE THAT VERY MUCH! CAN YOU IMAGINE A WHOLE POST LIKE THIS. I WOULD LOSE THE FAITHFUL READERS I HAVE...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;The only times caps are acceptable, in my opinion:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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1 If you're typing a heading or making a strong emphasis on a word or phrase.&lt;br /&gt;
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2 If you're involved in a heated web argument and there's a lot of&amp;nbsp; 'web shouting' taking place.&lt;br /&gt;
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3 If you're Billy Mays (RIP) and you're typing the script for an upcoming infomercial. He was 'lovingly' known as the only person who spoke in all caps verbally and constantly. &lt;i&gt;Man, that dude used to shout the whole time during those ads. Talk about not using his inside voice ever! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Places where leaving your CAPS LOCK button on is not accepted or cool:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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1 Your Facebook status, Twitter updates, Myspace status, all chat windows during regular conversation (MSN, Yahoo, Google Talk, AIM, all the rest) and text messages.&lt;br /&gt;
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2 Throughout the entirety of official letters, publications, message conversation and the list goes on. &lt;i&gt;Did you hear about the &lt;a href="http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,545221,00.html"&gt;woman&lt;/a&gt; who got fired for doing EXACTLY that? This is a recession and we &lt;b&gt;need&lt;/b&gt; to keep our jobs.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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3 Anywhere else online. Period. Zero cool points.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am about to start a petition for BANNING IMPROPER USAGE OF CAPS LOCK. See there, it was used correctly. How hard was that, luvlee64? Or broman945@aol.com? I haven't forgotten you on Facebook, Amber W.? A fund would be started to provide proper training in the correct way and Chuck Norris is responsible for dealing with all those who break this law. I'm sorry for their heads. We would also be hiring Ving Rhames because he's just an angry-looking, big, bad mofo. He too is the man.&lt;br /&gt;
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I leave you with a few people who can use all caps and get away with it:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1Nifo-XNfMBp2FJPGPAu8Ekf-58gNENqrB5sLC5hlJ9RRdx3gIkvmMkLUlF9MBubOFm3v0j-wOj4KBucMsiXqVkBu0hTwxnCtPkBlqMghk0b_TBw1Odx6CiwetU_aac-UDn1FA255iTg/s1600-h/allcapstee.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1Nifo-XNfMBp2FJPGPAu8Ekf-58gNENqrB5sLC5hlJ9RRdx3gIkvmMkLUlF9MBubOFm3v0j-wOj4KBucMsiXqVkBu0hTwxnCtPkBlqMghk0b_TBw1Odx6CiwetU_aac-UDn1FA255iTg/s200/allcapstee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
1 Chuck Norris (I dare you to tell him not to)&lt;br /&gt;
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2 Ving Rhames (Ditto)&lt;br /&gt;
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3 Paris Hilton, Heidi Montag (may not know where to find the button)&lt;br /&gt;
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4 Spencer Pratt (seeking attention and hoping all caps speech and text will help)&lt;br /&gt;
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5 Peter Griffin, Family Guy (we know he's quite the retarded one)&lt;br /&gt;
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6 Catherine Zeta Jones, Halle Berry (she can do no wrong by us)&lt;br /&gt;
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7 Blind persons (I dare you to close your eyes and try to type. They do the best they can. God bless their hearts. We love them)&lt;br /&gt;
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8 Elderly folk (They may not know better)&lt;br /&gt;
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9 The cute chick/guy you met at the club earlier and know you're drunk texting/messaging them&lt;br /&gt;
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10 Oprah (she can afford to)&lt;br /&gt;
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Will someone please end this epidemic? Aargh!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;P.S. For further endorsed amusement, go &lt;a href="http://encyclopediadramatica.com/ALL_CAPS"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Not for minors, faint of heart. Guaranteed hilarious though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Mark My Words, Dave "Loose Cannon" Wills and http://markthisup.blogspot.com does not guarantee that all the promises made there will come true. Results vary by person, belief, level of &lt;strike&gt;stupidi&lt;/strike&gt; intelligence, age and type of CAPS LOCK button used. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://markthisup.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-shout-out-goes-out-to.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dave "Loose Cannon" Wills)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZO8L-LK7uc/SvOdjwBIDwI/AAAAAAAAAqg/aDGs2a1g9cg/s72-c/capslock.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930404093731220355.post-207076082181027704</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Nov 2009 04:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-04T10:08:31.509-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">car</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">driving</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">highway</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">interstate</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">peeve</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">rain</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">speeding</category><title>The Fast And Oblivious</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZO8L-LK7uc/SvGN5-EA4KI/AAAAAAAAAqI/mEpB9E-Y3Uw/s1600-h/driving_hazzard_rain.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZO8L-LK7uc/SvGN5-EA4KI/AAAAAAAAAqI/mEpB9E-Y3Uw/s320/driving_hazzard_rain.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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(&lt;i&gt;sung to tune of "Itsy Bitsy Spider"&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;Silly, speeding driver...on the interstate&lt;br /&gt;
Down came the rain and....now you may be late&lt;br /&gt;
So down goes the gas pedal...so you'll get there quick&lt;br /&gt;
Silly, speeding driver...the road is effin' slick! &lt;br /&gt;
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Dang that blasted Peeve again! He's always up to no good it seems. Sigh. This pet Peeve of mine has yet another behavior that irks me. This particular one only seems to happen at certain times which is good. I think any more than this and I would probably lose my mind. People who speed when it's raining cats, dogs, cows and Fat Alberts out there make me furious. Especially when I'm on the highway.&lt;br /&gt;
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(&lt;i&gt;sung to tune of "Baa Baa Black Sheep"&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;Nascar Reject....what's with all the speed&lt;br /&gt;
Is there...a death wish.... to fulfill....you need&lt;br /&gt;
The road is wet...thanks to all the rain&lt;br /&gt;
That puddle on the side...can make you hydroplane&lt;br /&gt;
Nascar Reject...we share the road with you&lt;br /&gt;
But we won't mind...if...we'll never have to...&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, I'm not talking about a-sun-shiny-day-sweeping-the-clouds-away-on-my-way-to-where-the-air-is-sweet-on-to-Sesame Street-where-it's-all-dandy day. And suddenly, a light sprinkle comes down and people start driving way BELOW the speed limit (40 mph last time I checked here). No, not this kind of day. This however, is another situation which is equally annoying.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yet, the situation that really drives me crazy, mark my words, is when the heavens are letting loose all their fury on the earth and the speed demons decide to come out to play. The darkened skies and white sheets of rain already make it impossible to see the car in front of you or the lines on the highway. Shoot, even the front of your own car! Yet, these fools think it's fun and cool to switch lanes like the Geico gecko switches accents in every other commercial. Did anyone else notice that? Good thing, 15 seconds &lt;i&gt;no&lt;/i&gt; (not or) more is all I can take of that little green twerp.&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway. I used to think it was okay for trucks to do it because I deduced that although they're heavier and have a larger momentum that they could still chance to speed up in the rain. The main factor here was probably that they have bigger tires with plenty more traction. And, I've always noticed that during heavy rain when &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;mostly&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; everyone else drives slow, truckers take the chance to overtake and pass traffic. Yeah. I believed this alright. Though, this was until I heard about an accident with a truck skidding on a highway during rain. Dang. And the driver was going over the speed limit too. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7-p270Za1nqujMQ1tFU8Lff2Xpdz_u795_6ZmNr3wJo_w-TJFN6pxxXf5UqljY_eAUnYTrZW5sBBUf_jKWBW3mZ5ptakmnX8zrXK0FlSxqFTchR68MeC1WpZtPsc4pXQIIO-bXTy1B0Y/s1600-h/Driving-in-the-Rain.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7-p270Za1nqujMQ1tFU8Lff2Xpdz_u795_6ZmNr3wJo_w-TJFN6pxxXf5UqljY_eAUnYTrZW5sBBUf_jKWBW3mZ5ptakmnX8zrXK0FlSxqFTchR68MeC1WpZtPsc4pXQIIO-bXTy1B0Y/s320/Driving-in-the-Rain.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But those sedans and even SUVs that are always determined to speed past me when everyone else is trying to drive cautiously (at least until the rain subsides) annoy the rational thinking out of me. I wonder if it's wrong that a part of me sometimes wishes that they skid off the highway (accident-free of course!) and then, their car gets stuck there till the rain stops. Speeding while the rain is gushing down will definitely get you on TruTV along with those idiots in the police car chases. If you're lucky you might make it to the fame level of Jackass TV - which is undeniably one of the best shows ever made on Earth and which has won so many awards for its creativity, family-oriented humor and....Okay, I could only BS so long. It's a dumb show that should never see the light of day ever again. Or any of the &lt;i&gt;gasp!&lt;/i&gt; movies that were made of that show. Just as dumb are those who speed in this manner in this specific situation.&lt;br /&gt;
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It doesn't matter if you just bought the new Michelin or Firestone tires with the double-threaded interlocking traction and channeled grooves to direct water away from the surface contact of the tire with the road. Others around you are driving slowly and you trying to speed only helps to further disrupt the already molasses-motion traffic. Yes, you in that white Ford Explorer. I can hardly see with all this rain but I can clearly see you're driving like an arse and you swerving too. That's not okay. Zero cool points.&lt;br /&gt;
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Hopefully as winter approaches, there will be less rain as the place gets colder. One thing in my opinion that is even dumber and certainly more stupid than speeding in the heavy rain is speeding on the slick, partially frozen, somewhat iced highway. That will truly be a case of the fast, oblivious and ridiculous (depending on how it turns out perhaps even hilarious or notorious). But, I'm sure if I keep my eyes open that I'll be sure to see even this...&lt;br /&gt;
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It might even end up an installment in the "Samsung Camera Never Lies" &lt;a href="http://markthisup.blogspot.com/2009/09/right-click-and-choose-save-picture-as.html"&gt;series&lt;/a&gt;! We'll see...&lt;br /&gt;
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Aargh!&lt;br /&gt;
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P.S. Google research (most credible source in the universe) suggests driving with shades on during heavy rain to see more clearly. No lie. Seems to confirmed by some men in blue and you know the cops never lie. Try it next time, it's crying a river while you're on the black carpet...</description><link>http://markthisup.blogspot.com/2009/11/fast-and-oblivious.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dave "Loose Cannon" Wills)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0ZO8L-LK7uc/SvGN5-EA4KI/AAAAAAAAAqI/mEpB9E-Y3Uw/s72-c/driving_hazzard_rain.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930404093731220355.post-9169003641411408322</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Nov 2009 01:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-02T01:30:55.367-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mobile</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">restaurant</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sign</category><title>The Samsung Camera Never Lies: "Flipping Over Food"</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq5B_dSARhWYjZ0CdRumN8tr2bHFEjf7qiD42xto0BM_nSKNcWDqqCEVWJXMYBooiAaOdyMdsQhXGocfB0hQl-DD4MiXW3J55CkHMabR2I7TmA_sfKXeIQTFCH-Q8YZm40YY43juzWSpM/s1600-h/luigisubsrest.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq5B_dSARhWYjZ0CdRumN8tr2bHFEjf7qiD42xto0BM_nSKNcWDqqCEVWJXMYBooiAaOdyMdsQhXGocfB0hQl-DD4MiXW3J55CkHMabR2I7TmA_sfKXeIQTFCH-Q8YZm40YY43juzWSpM/s320/luigisubsrest.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;I remember food being so good that I wanted to jump up and down or scream out random stuff like "Yippee!" or "Yum, Yum in my tum tum!". Sometimes, I actually did this. The screaming part that is. And now a random thought. I saw Kate from the Gosselin empire in an episode screaming out, "Popcorn! Come get your popcorn!" in a weird, high-pitched, shrieking voice. It kinda freaked me out by the way. But in a humorous, wth-like manner. I know the next question is, "But Dave, why do you watch it?" I'll save that for a later post.&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyhow, I am yet to eat food that is so out-of-this-world amazing that it makes me want to flip over and turn upside down. I've tasted and eaten food from various parts of the world during my travels and life experiences so far. They have been awesome, perhaps even flipping great! But I never recall feeling to actually flip.&lt;br /&gt;
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I saw this sign today. I wondered if they read my mind and was sending a subliminal message about how great their food was. Or was it just unique advertising. &lt;i&gt;Our prices are so low, we've turned them upside-down!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEfyIHjYq0C7WbrFHbRIEJts7Nsp7BEB8cYvB1QGDY_DxOncmif0eevzICGHHhaTe2d7f99uBXfkTTCmVjtF0n_g3K5XcPVz1P-CxhrxDlddv1M3d4Jl85QOMxhL3cPUpjvfsnFn9yuR8/s1600-h/luigi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEfyIHjYq0C7WbrFHbRIEJts7Nsp7BEB8cYvB1QGDY_DxOncmif0eevzICGHHhaTe2d7f99uBXfkTTCmVjtF0n_g3K5XcPVz1P-CxhrxDlddv1M3d4Jl85QOMxhL3cPUpjvfsnFn9yuR8/s400/luigi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Whatever it was, it certainly caught my attention. What are some weird signs you've seen while out or driving?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The 'Samsung Camera Never Lies' Series is a collection of varied, entertaining, random, interesting, amusing and at times outright hilarious images and pictures. Everything seen is as seen through the lens of a Samsung SGH-T819 phone. All rights reserved to crazy Dave "Loose Cannon" Wills. The events and characters portrayed or seen herein are indeed non-fictitious and have all basis in reality. Hence no real identities or identifying marks, logos or symbols will be seen. Do enjoy this amusing, interesting, occasional 400 word or less, 2 pictures or more mobile chronicle. Do feel free to comment, remark or simply leave your 2 cents worth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://markthisup.blogspot.com/2009/10/samsung-camera-never-lies-flipping-over.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dave "Loose Cannon" Wills)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq5B_dSARhWYjZ0CdRumN8tr2bHFEjf7qiD42xto0BM_nSKNcWDqqCEVWJXMYBooiAaOdyMdsQhXGocfB0hQl-DD4MiXW3J55CkHMabR2I7TmA_sfKXeIQTFCH-Q8YZm40YY43juzWSpM/s72-c/luigisubsrest.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930404093731220355.post-7386965698556136881</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Oct 2009 15:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-29T14:15:27.548-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">costumes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Halloween</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">people</category><title>These Costumes Scare The Ladies Away! Part II</title><description>And the list of costumes (for guys) to NOT wear if you plan on meeting any lovely ladies this Halloween continues. I know you think it may be cool and the idea sounded good with the guys while drinking last night but now that you're a bit more sober, let's stop and think. The plan is to go out and meet ladies not impress the stag team. Unless you're of that persuasion, which would then be different. However, if you're going to simply be the comedian of the party then by all means. But if not, then take heed... &lt;br /&gt;
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1 &lt;b&gt;The Drag Queen/Diva&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Nope. Not at all. Zero cool points. &lt;br /&gt;
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2 &lt;b&gt;The Gynecologist&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:j5wxqfvNI1pnoM:http://images.buycostumes.com/mgen/merchandiser/10644.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:j5wxqfvNI1pnoM:http://images.buycostumes.com/mgen/merchandiser/10644.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Although a well-respected and decent profession, ladies probably won't appreciate you walking up to them with stethoscope in one hand and a Cusco's self retaining bivalve vaginal speculum in the other telling them you're giving free check ups. This privacy and intimacy is often reserved for their personal doctor or person of their choice. Yes, and please don't call yourself Dr. Seymour Bush either. Please. Seriously.&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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3 &lt;b&gt;The Giant Feminine Product&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMi2avMhnrO7MkyQVr3vYYMDKzH4YV6m6m4_Yv7wYF5TGJ19ZVPt1X2Q7674rCMur2wvUmZs4PzQQgxErODjou1l32OZ_NCP37xbv4Nt_dz518MGuwPw8qQnv4y-wReZVnm1gcxRbFM7w/s1600-h/btamp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMi2avMhnrO7MkyQVr3vYYMDKzH4YV6m6m4_Yv7wYF5TGJ19ZVPt1X2Q7674rCMur2wvUmZs4PzQQgxErODjou1l32OZ_NCP37xbv4Nt_dz518MGuwPw8qQnv4y-wReZVnm1gcxRbFM7w/s320/btamp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2006_10_halloween.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://gothamist.com/attachments/jake/2006_10_halloween.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sigh. What can I really say about this. If you're moronic enough to think this is cool, sexy and charming, then by all means go ahead and test your 'scientific' experiment. Dumb ass. Certain ideas and costumes should be banned due to being plain stupid. This is clearly one. Why would a woman want to talk to a vagina that reminds her of those lovely days every month. Yeah. You're the man. And to think you will win the bet with your buddies for actually wearing this though you'll surely lose for the part about scoring with the girl.&lt;br /&gt;
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4 &lt;b&gt;The Morally Questionable Ill&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZshN1zOzdTNjnHUfXUrXb5XbNfxObIWRkFiHmYfned3YjRbpa8v4qkQpbdNoCQIKZohEcd7D_DW9dH1pump8G7O-syhgGCuhXV7ocHz110-Jl_KTyh-MY1Zwx16Nr4dN13xzFZ9SZE-4/s1600-h/sheep-molester.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZshN1zOzdTNjnHUfXUrXb5XbNfxObIWRkFiHmYfned3YjRbpa8v4qkQpbdNoCQIKZohEcd7D_DW9dH1pump8G7O-syhgGCuhXV7ocHz110-Jl_KTyh-MY1Zwx16Nr4dN13xzFZ9SZE-4/s200/sheep-molester.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No comment. Really. I don't think I should have to make one. If this is the first impression you want to give a lady, that there is some indication of some sick, twisted side of you that she has yet to meet, then carry on Father Pedophi and Mr. Gotewankar.&lt;br /&gt;
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5 &lt;b&gt;The [Any Other Medical Field Associated With Female Health]&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;Mixing and matching may work sometimes. Not all the time. Definitely not in this case. Stop being cheap, go buy your own costume and most definitely STOP using your little brother's or son's costumes from years before. &lt;br /&gt;
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Again, not sure about this one. Mixed reviews too. Same tactic applies: If you can pull it off, then go ahead. Expect any possible reaction though.&lt;br /&gt;
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Aargh!</description><link>http://markthisup.blogspot.com/2009/10/these-costumes-scare-ladies-away-part.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dave "Loose Cannon" Wills)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMi2avMhnrO7MkyQVr3vYYMDKzH4YV6m6m4_Yv7wYF5TGJ19ZVPt1X2Q7674rCMur2wvUmZs4PzQQgxErODjou1l32OZ_NCP37xbv4Nt_dz518MGuwPw8qQnv4y-wReZVnm1gcxRbFM7w/s72-c/btamp.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930404093731220355.post-1216513980951391317</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Oct 2009 14:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-28T13:34:12.478-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">costumes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Halloween</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">people</category><title>These Costumes Scare The Ladies Away! Part I</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://styletips101.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/blackangel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://styletips101.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/blackangel.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;Halloween's fast approaching. With it, comes either the confusion of what to wear or the excitement of putting on that fabulous get-up you got from the costume store downtown. Good thing it's a limited edition they told you. Sadly, don't be  surprised when you see 12 other Lara Crofts, 10 Sarah Palins and 6 Edward Cullen outfits.&lt;br /&gt;
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I've realized that females tend to look good no matter what costume they put on. It's the guys that tend to be hit-or-miss. And that wrong costume can have you out tricking with the kids in the alley while the right one can have you enjoying the treat. With so much variety out there, it seems that now it's hardly like for you to get a bad costume. But in actuality, the odds are only &lt;i&gt;increased&lt;/i&gt; for you to pick a wrong one. And this post is really for the guys. I'm on the team so I have to give some helping hand or assist whenever I can. Besides, I've already got my perfect cheerleader so things are great on my end. But if you're looking to make the right connection at some fright night costume party this year, then you should make sure your costume is not 'cock blocking'.&lt;br /&gt;
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If you dare to wear these costumes however, you're more likely to scare the girls OFF rather than attract them. There will be no attraction, attention or vibe between you and the ladies. Just like there's none between "Jay" and the top models doing a nude photo shoot (or any shoot for that matter) on ANTM. So beware, for these get-ups are certified girl-repellent!  &lt;br /&gt;
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1 &lt;b&gt;The Jon Gosselin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.ezoox.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/jon-gosselin-new-girlfriend.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.ezoox.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/jon-gosselin-new-girlfriend.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All you need is a pair of diamond-studded earrings (clip-ons work too), Ed Hardy-esque tee, uber amount of gel to create spiky hair look (wig can be substituted), black sunglasses, khaki shorts that fall just below the knee or blue jeans, flip flops. Ladies will smell your commitment issues, marital trouble, and media-limelight-loving-though-stating-that-you-really-don't self afar off. Even more they'll frown on your overall lameness for wanting to party and be free while you have NOT 1, 2, or 4 but &lt;b&gt;EIGHT&lt;/b&gt; kids to take care. If you can get some small kids who are trick-or-treating outside to follow you into the party and call you Daddy, then it's even more authentic. If they're Asian, kudos to you!&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;2 &lt;b&gt;The "Too-Cool-To-Wear-A-Costume-At-The-Costume-Party" Douche Bag&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.embassyoftees.com/uploaded_images/ed-hardy-keith-richards-tshirt-709104.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.embassyoftees.com/uploaded_images/ed-hardy-keith-richards-tshirt-709104.jpg" width="178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the guy who shows up at the costume party in jeans and a tee. &lt;i&gt;Sans&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;costume&lt;/i&gt;  and yes and has the balls to say that his costume is Single Sexy Guy. No, lamo. The event clearly said, "No Costume, NO Entry." The fact that you were able to pass the bouncer in your Ed Hardy tee (who likes Ed Hardy wear anyway??), damaged jeans and Converse sneakers is not important. He probably thought you were dressed in a loser costume and let you pass. As a matter of fact, he's probably in costume &lt;i&gt;pretending&lt;/i&gt; to be a bouncer if you do get in. Don't make the ladies pretend to be wearing a stupid costume when you tell them that your costume is sexy and expect them to believe you or take you seriously.&lt;br /&gt;
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3 &lt;b&gt;The Spencer Pratt&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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4&lt;b&gt; The Heavenly Gift&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;Aah...We all know that you are God's gift to women but blatantly expressing this to every female in the party may be a bit crass. And you could at least try to be more original. And you'll need a good dose of class, bravado, balls, sex appeal, self-confidence and charm to actually make this work. Since that doesn't apply to the majority of guys, I'd suggest you play it safe.&lt;br /&gt;
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5 &lt;b&gt;The Gift Bearer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Aargh!</description><link>http://markthisup.blogspot.com/2009/10/these-costumes-scare-ladies-away-part-i.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dave "Loose Cannon" Wills)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdxtvkvpdq7MBLe3RTs10rwvWlrVPDLD_TxEe8ETXDC5U6knIpst1fkAmUOIna2NxcN93k-IXAIOSzykqI4bzx54W0Q3WbeR-mts3ilxOJtNKiFn1Yog3O41eeH15H5QU_X_CTskM48eM/s72-c/giftbox.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930404093731220355.post-5886254830538432337</guid><pubDate>Tue, 27 Oct 2009 01:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-08T12:37:51.554-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">date</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">movies</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">people</category><title>Keep Hands In Pocket When Nervous...Or So I've Heard!</title><description>Yeah, this can be true. You never know when this can happen to you!&lt;br /&gt;
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So, you finally mustered up the courage to ask that cute girl who sits behind you in World History out to the movies on a Friday night. And what do you know?? She actually said YES! Ain't you the man...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;You decide to keep it simple and do the classic movie first date. After all, that work study check you got this month is already depleted and dinner may be pushing it just a bit too much. What if she doesn't feel the same vibe you're feeling? That's too much money to &lt;strike&gt;ris&lt;/strike&gt; invest so soon. But you have to take a chance anyway, right? So it's off to AMC theater with your pride in your hand, your heart in your stomach and your wallet almost on E.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, &lt;strike&gt;I&lt;/strike&gt; he decided to meet her at the movie theater originally. But P had her own nice BMW (thanks to Daddy) and said she'd pick...ahmm..him..up by his dorm. Yeah, he definitely was feeling like the man. Got her picking me up on the first date. Fifteen awkward yet almost silent minutes later (silence broken at least by the N'Sync CD playing in her car) they got to the movie. The line was not too long but growing. When they're finally by the ticket booth, he pulls out his debit card and student ID while hoping he has sufficient funds to cover their both tickets. She already pulled out her own card to pay but he told her it was on him and it was okay. A free ride...at least he had to pay something, right?&lt;br /&gt;
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The law according to Chuck Norris says that you can't take a girl to a first date at the movies and not get popcorn and soda. Not wanting to offend Mr. Norris and get a &lt;a href="http://markthisup.blogspot.com/2009/10/though-you-may-piss-me-off-dont-piss.html"&gt;roundhouse kick&lt;/a&gt; to the head, he goes to the line to once again defy fate and a possible insufficient balance. It's the first date, after all, and he's been ogling her for weeks now. He needs to make a good impression tonight. The man code hints at getting one bag of kettle corn to share between them to increase the chance of romance and sparks. He heeds this assertion wisely.&lt;br /&gt;
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It's a good movie. An action/adventure flick with a few romantic scenes so far. She smiles at him now and again so he knows she must be enjoying herself or at least pretending to. It's been an hour into the movie and he decides it's time for the move. &lt;i&gt;Good thing this movie is almost 2 hours and 20 minutes long. Good pick, buddy! &lt;/i&gt;But he is really nervous and wants to pull it off smoothly and correctly. I mean, how hard can it be? Everyone's done it at least once in the movies before, not so? What better time than this?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;He turns and ask her if she's cold. She replies by saying," Yeah, a bit.". They both continue looking at the movie. He shrugs his shoulder and thinks, "Here goes nothing." He stretches partially and raise his right arm to scratch the back of his neck for a second. &lt;i&gt;Now or never.&lt;/i&gt; He's about to extend his arm across to finally let it rest on her shoulder and bring her closer to him. He didn't count on being this nervous.&lt;br /&gt;
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SPLOOSH!!&lt;br /&gt;
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WTF, DUDE?! WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING, MAN?!&lt;br /&gt;
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She turns around. GASP! OH MY GO...&lt;br /&gt;
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Dang...Not now...why did this have to happen like this...&lt;br /&gt;
Now she'll never like me or maybe go out with me again... &lt;br /&gt;
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Case of poorly, executed, clumsy arm-over-shoulder. Awkward. Guy's arm stretches behind &lt;i&gt;instead&lt;/i&gt; of straight across date's seat and hits the other guy's coke out of his hand. On to his lap. Drink spills everywhere. This other guy is sitting in seat behind P. Embarrassed. Mortified. End of date night success. End of date after movie. Awkward silence back to dorm except for N'Sync's occasional harmonies.&lt;br /&gt;
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Keep hands in pocket (or to self) when nervous...or so I've heard!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Aargh!</description><link>http://markthisup.blogspot.com/2009/10/keep-hands-in-pocket-when-nervousor-so.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dave "Loose Cannon" Wills)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKOhUBhtOXyHQ3aZOn97lwgVAGskSycvO9svq_fZhMjXRZ4LE9PYNoOT3nR6_Ag7Foc11AYoR6ATDEoPyPGpColDfB__zj_5uWE0HFZ-dtJyiismddFgsSiFVGB3cwH-OI9vrIf1deV0s/s72-c/movies.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>5</thr:total></item></channel></rss>