<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4950228717640934396</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sat, 11 Apr 2026 22:41:49 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>special people</category><category>Politics</category><category>classroom annoyances</category><category>consumer culture</category><category>Bureacracy</category><category>Fashion faux pas</category><category>Guest rants</category><category>Religion</category><category>Sacramento State</category><category>Texting</category><category>bad fashion</category><category>cars</category><category>sac state parking</category><category>textbooks</category><category>walking on campus</category><title>Rants | Don&#39;t You Just Hate...</title><description></description><link>http://statehornetrants.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (State Hornet Blogs)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4950228717640934396.post-4915441455010065018</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Mar 2009 04:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-12T22:22:24.896-07:00</atom:updated><title>Definitely another rant on same-sex marriage.</title><description>&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;OK, another religious guy takes over the quad area and talks about Jesus. He&#39;s exercising his right to freedom of speech. That&#39;s great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He notices my pin that says &quot;&#39;I do&#39; support the freedom to marry&quot;. He looks puzzled and I tell him that it&#39;s for gay marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, &quot;I&#39;m pretty liberal about same-sex marriage. I believe a straight man should marry a lesbian woman, so she can become straight.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s some great philosophy, not. He then asks me if I am a lesbian. I said, &quot;Does it matter?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Yeah, it does matter, but you&#39;re too pretty to be a lesbian,&quot; he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This man of God apparently didn&#39;t read the part in the Bible where it said that we should not judge others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Do not judge, or you too will be judged. 2 For in the same way you judge others, you will be judged, and with the measure you use, it will be measured to you.&quot; -Mathew 7:1-2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only was he against same-sex marriage, but he was judging on appearance on how a lesbian woman would look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexual orientation shouldn&#39;t matter to anyone. I was not going to tell him I was straight or I was gay. If he truly believed in the word of God, then he would look past the differences we all have and see how good our hearts are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is that it is a sad say when civil rights such as same-sex marriage is left to the majority who unfortunately think like this man. I&#39;m sure if this man was asked if we are all equal in God&#39;s eyes, he would say &quot;yes.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the time when everything was separate, but equal in this country? This man is saying that the gay and lesbian community is equal in God&#39;s eyes, but they don&#39;t deserve the same rights as heterosexual couples to marry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris Rock, the comedian, makes a light note that “gay people have as much of a right to be miserable as everybody else&quot;, so let gay people be as miserable in their marriages as straight couples are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://statehornetrants.blogspot.com/2009/03/defintely-another-rant-on-same-sex.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cathy R.)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4950228717640934396.post-990251781036683605</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Mar 2009 06:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-11T00:25:19.022-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">bad fashion</category><title>What I hate about Sac State</title><description>There are so many things I love about Sacramento State, from the lessons to the women to our own little Golden Gate. So many things to praise yet I leave every day full of rage. Full of questions as to why people do the things they do. Why they talk so loud on their cell phones, like they&#39;re in their own little private phone booth. Why they come to class all greasy like taking a shower makes taking calculus look easy. &lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m not saying everyone is on the line for these offenses, but if you wear pajamas to school you better get in line to start mending some fences. I can&#39;t tolerate peoeple who don&#39;t care about their appearance, take a little pride and pick some clothes to wear that you didn&#39;t buy on clearance.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and if you decide that high-end designer track suit makes you look fine, please wear something that isn&#39;t going to give you that big fat granny panty line.&lt;br /&gt;I don&#39;t think I&#39;m being too demanding and I don&#39;t feel like I am being too harsh in my reprimanding. These are just things that people in college should know. I mean people don&#39;t wear bathing suits in the snow, or say &quot;yes&quot; when they really mean &quot;no&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;So please take the time to consider what the rest of us have to look at when you walk around campus. I don&#39;t care if you&#39;re having a bad day, you don&#39;t need to show up looking like something that crawled out of Loch Ness. We all have to do our part to keep Sac State pristine, so please, please don&#39;t wear something that will make me want to wash my eyes out with some Listerine.&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things I love about Sac State, but it&#39;s so hard to concentrate when I can&#39;t stop thinking about all the things about it I hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://statehornetrants.blogspot.com/2009/03/there-are-so-many-things-i-love-about.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4950228717640934396.post-8298986382233804860</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Mar 2009 02:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-07T19:52:12.796-08:00</atom:updated><title>Credit card etiquette</title><description>How hard is it to use a credit card? Why do so many people not know how to decide between debit and credit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When working at a register and I ask &quot;credit or debit?&quot; it shouldn&#39;t be too hard to decide on which. Responding with &quot;I don&#39;t know, doesn&#39;t matter or surprise me&quot; isn&#39;t convenient, it&#39;s rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it&#39;s debit, you might want to actually know what your pin number is. Asking the person at the register &quot;what&#39;s my pin number&quot; is ridiculous. I&#39;m not a identity thief, why should I know what your pin number is? There are times I wished I knew, so I could empty out their account and give the money to charity. People guilty of stupidity in public deserve to lose money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing in line gives plenty of time to decide how your going to pay. &quot;I&#39;ll use credit, no wait, debit, wait, will my bank fine me?&quot; is a response that happens far too frequently. I wish I could fine you for not knowing how to use a card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people need to just carry cash. But then again some people can&#39;t count.&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://statehornetrants.blogspot.com/2009/03/credit-card-etiquette.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mitchell Wilson)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4950228717640934396.post-5593945638829796276</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Feb 2009 06:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-23T23:00:26.700-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sac state parking</category><title>Sac State&#39;s Parking Issues</title><description>At Sacramento State, the parking situation sucks on a number of levels. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt;First of all, the fees keep going up.  It is now $153 for a semester, and six dollars per day, up from $108 a semester and five dollars per day last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Particularly the first few weeks of the semester, it is hard to find a parking spot, and depending on what time your class starts, it can result in a pretty distant walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the cops will find ANY reason to give you a ticket.  Be it a mediocre parking job, failure to have a daily permit even if you are only going to be on campus for a few minutes without being in one of the designated spots, they will find a way to get you, and laugh while doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, my biggest gripe with the parking situation is not being able to leave your car in the parking lot overnight.  If you have a permit, you should be allowed to park.  I realize it’s probably for safety reasons, but I’m willing to take that risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do want to park overnight, you have to obtain an overnight or Residence Hall parking permit, according to University Transportation and Parking Services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was unfamiliar with this regulation as I left my car on campus last year.  Around midnight, when I informed my friends that I planned to leave my car on campus, they asked if I got a permit for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer was no, and they said one is needed or else it would potentially get towed.  Disgruntled, we went to pick up my car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have thought the permit I spent over $100 on would allow me to have the freedom to park at Sac State whenever I wanted to; unfortunately that is not the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://statehornetrants.blogspot.com/2009/02/sac-states-parking-issues.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kyle Kershner)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4950228717640934396.post-5490466152963870816</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Feb 2009 18:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-19T10:57:37.783-08:00</atom:updated><title>Consumer holidays</title><description>As Valentine’s Day neared its end, I found myself with a bowl of popcorn and some zombie killing video games and came to an official conclusion: holidays suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While some holidays have deep-rooted origins and religious traditions, many have been created specifically to boost consumerism. Whatever the original intent, our money-hungry society has conformed each one into a commercial holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine’s Day, for example, makes a huge deal out of sharing love with significant others, but really it’s about sharing your money with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, a nice homemade meal and some alone time with your sweetie can be romantic, but let’s face it, most people want material goods. Whether it is truffles or diamonds, they want to see that you care about them enough to spend money on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this isn’t just about Valentine’s Day. The mass market has completely consumed every holiday of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We barely made it through Valentine’s Day before stores started selling four-leaf clovers and “Kiss me, I’m Irish!” pins. And before you know it we’ll be seeing colorful eggs and stuffed bunnies that have somehow come to represent Easter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the worst is Christmas. Here is a holiday supposedly based on the birth of Christ when there are significant doubts that he was even born in December. This holiday is not about Jesus. It is about gifts. It is about money and consumption, just like every other holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I am not denying the joys of opening presents or the delicious taste of chocolate, I can think of better ways to spend my money and my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while the rest of you enjoy hunting for Easter eggs, I think I’ll just stick to hunting for zombies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://statehornetrants.blogspot.com/2009/02/consumer-holidays.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4950228717640934396.post-401069050846261960</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Feb 2009 23:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-19T11:06:49.171-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">special people</category><title>Men who honk at women</title><description>While running on campus this week I was reminded just how immature men are.  My club volleyball teammates and I were exercising on University Avenue together and were constantly harassed by men as we ran.  Why does a man feel the need to honk and make catcalls to any woman he finds attractive on the street?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if men really think that it will impress the woman.  It is totally logical that she will be swept off of her feet because you shouted &quot;nice ass&quot; to her as she crossed the street.  How silly of me, it makes perfect sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does not make you look cool to shout something and continue to drive.  It is just creepy, you look like a weirdo and a loser from a woman&#39;s perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot recall a love story that began with, &quot;we fell in love after he honked his horn at me while I waited for the bus.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless the quality of woman you are looking for actually responds to catcalls (that would make her a prostitute) , your best bet would be to quit yelling out your window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of making a cowardly attempt at getting a woman&#39;s attention, try something different . . .  be a gentleman and think of a creative way to approach a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://statehornetrants.blogspot.com/2009/02/men-who-honk-at-women.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Crystal Kirk)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4950228717640934396.post-8471503444502649534</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Jan 2009 19:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-20T12:12:16.657-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">special people</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">textbooks</category><title>Enormous Book Lists</title><description>It is that time of year again, the time to buy textbooks.  For the most part, professors are thoughtful and conservative when it comes to choosing the text for their classes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every once in a while we all get a professor who wants to drain our already small wallets and fill our heads with useless information.  I have personally reached a new record for the number of textbooks in a single class this semester. An unnamed government &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;professor&lt;/span&gt; has assigned 16 books for their class.  16!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, if you cannot teach me a topic in less than five books, you have failed as a teacher.  Your class in too broad.  Stop trying to teach me everything there is to know about a subject.  People learn better when there is focus on a specific topic within a subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if this professor thinks that his/her class is the only one on my schedule.  That would be nice if I had the pleasure of taking one class a semester.  But, back to reality, this class is one of five on my plate this spring.  I will not be able to afford all 16 books nor will I have the time to read them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please professors of Sac State, think of the students before you put your fantasy reading list together.</description><link>http://statehornetrants.blogspot.com/2009/01/enormous-book-lists.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Crystal Kirk)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4950228717640934396.post-5542334194515138521</guid><pubDate>Sun, 07 Dec 2008 02:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-06T19:58:41.031-08:00</atom:updated><title>MySpace vs. Facebook: The New Pepsi Challenge</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNdZA9OgWTaK4_DLhzWF-tvjhec2q6vXJgfXsFC4bgBgSkKSP7RcbYCQDogQ9Zb_4GFNRf87KSOR-9u1wqoLWWRwcbVXXlPBRwxqL8sdJuIpC_gKcxBcOAjTzOJe7Gm28BVMPC-7IHDdU/s1600-h/COKE-VS-PEPSI+copy.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 156px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNdZA9OgWTaK4_DLhzWF-tvjhec2q6vXJgfXsFC4bgBgSkKSP7RcbYCQDogQ9Zb_4GFNRf87KSOR-9u1wqoLWWRwcbVXXlPBRwxqL8sdJuIpC_gKcxBcOAjTzOJe7Gm28BVMPC-7IHDdU/s200/COKE-VS-PEPSI+copy.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276891377618729234&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&#39;t know about everyone else, but I&#39;m tired of all these social networking sites. Can someone please tell me why we still care about these time-wasters?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the most part, most of my Facebook and MySpace time is spent in boring lectures. I&#39;m sure I&#39;m not the only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went on MySpace on Friday and noticed a new feature - &quot;People You May Know.&quot; Interestingly enough, it bares a striking resemblance to a Facebook application. The Facebook application is titled, oh wait, the title is identical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can&#39;t wait to get out of college and into the business world. At least in the business world I can blatantly plagiarize and not have to worry about failing a class. I wouldn&#39;t even have to put in the effort into making up a new title. As long as people like it, that&#39;s all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here I come world. I have nothing to worry about. When in doubt - copy someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, I&#39;ve already started. My title for this blog isn&#39;t even that original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://statehornetrants.blogspot.com/2008/12/myspace-vs-facebook-new-pepsi-challenge.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mikhail Chernyavsky)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNdZA9OgWTaK4_DLhzWF-tvjhec2q6vXJgfXsFC4bgBgSkKSP7RcbYCQDogQ9Zb_4GFNRf87KSOR-9u1wqoLWWRwcbVXXlPBRwxqL8sdJuIpC_gKcxBcOAjTzOJe7Gm28BVMPC-7IHDdU/s72-c/COKE-VS-PEPSI+copy.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4950228717640934396.post-2404101872208692705</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 15:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-17T18:59:52.833-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bureacracy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Guest rants</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sacramento State</category><title>Guest rant: Sac State&#39;s application process is a hassle</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;By Denise Rooke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMKxOhtQqhVEpcynWlwtjYRym4kM9hUQeOnxFjRgevHYy5-5Hm4g5S4Ux1OoHXkY-snbPy1aDCqYY13B630Z1xx6ylZT1M8RNF43-TqGkkkReX6dN0rLmT1qlUcd6V0dJYRcj6cG8NSEs/s1600-h/z5k98au4.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 132px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMKxOhtQqhVEpcynWlwtjYRym4kM9hUQeOnxFjRgevHYy5-5Hm4g5S4Ux1OoHXkY-snbPy1aDCqYY13B630Z1xx6ylZT1M8RNF43-TqGkkkReX6dN0rLmT1qlUcd6V0dJYRcj6cG8NSEs/s200/z5k98au4.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269826611411581698&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why do we have to apply for graduation a year in advance? I think it&#39;s because that&#39;s how it&#39;s been done since the 60&#39;s and Sacramento State refuses to admit that it is 2008. We have the degree analysis online available to us, why can&#39;t they just use that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably because its TOO EASY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;California State University, Fresno asks for applications to be filed during the first two weeks of the final semester and UC Davis requires applications just weeks before the final semester starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&#39;t get how Sac State is so slow with everything they do. It&#39;s such a disappointment compared to the local junior colleges. They run so smoothly and efficiently. When I applied for my Associate degrees I was approved right away, face to face, and received my degrees in less than two months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;Denise Rooke is a senior business major planning to graduate in spring 2010. Are you a member of the Sacramento State community with a rant of your own? Send your message to online@statehornet.com and we&#39;ll post it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Graphic Credit:&lt;/span&gt; Martin Wood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://statehornetrants.blogspot.com/2008/11/guest-rant-sac-states-application.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (State Hornet Blogs)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMKxOhtQqhVEpcynWlwtjYRym4kM9hUQeOnxFjRgevHYy5-5Hm4g5S4Ux1OoHXkY-snbPy1aDCqYY13B630Z1xx6ylZT1M8RNF43-TqGkkkReX6dN0rLmT1qlUcd6V0dJYRcj6cG8NSEs/s72-c/z5k98au4.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4950228717640934396.post-7528799391106995259</guid><pubDate>Wed, 05 Nov 2008 02:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-17T18:01:42.045-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Politics</category><title>Elect This!</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTzO64VSTUhjHqYhlg9I0TIJ7nfahZfQq3zQN9Jfzpjpr3pX28JdZg4IxgVctx8dz8purvWGijLJj-DUms519jnYxJ71bVgu52wWFuWHV4vzmmcShiElS4lDGWwYQynfgXN70QdvifVic/s1600-h/US-NEWS-ELN-ELECTION-37-OSm.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 129px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTzO64VSTUhjHqYhlg9I0TIJ7nfahZfQq3zQN9Jfzpjpr3pX28JdZg4IxgVctx8dz8purvWGijLJj-DUms519jnYxJ71bVgu52wWFuWHV4vzmmcShiElS4lDGWwYQynfgXN70QdvifVic/s200/US-NEWS-ELN-ELECTION-37-OSm.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269811748361153186&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh, can you feel the tension? In only a few hours we will have our new president. No matter what happens, change will come. I, however, would like to see that change come in the form of John McCain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I said it. What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;ve grown tired off all the ads of &quot;My opponent won&#39;t do this and I&#39;ll do that.&quot; But, this is a matter about the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;ve really grown tired of all the people who say, &quot;If McCain wins, I&#39;m moving to Canada.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No you won&#39;t. So stop talking, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By saying this, you are just motivating me to help McCain win. And, I hope he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want him to win and see people live up to their words. How amazing would that be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The headline Wednesday would read &quot;McCain wins in huge upset.&quot; Then, on Thursday it would read &quot;Americans flee country.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides entertainment value, this would help us out a great deal. Our population density would go down, especially here in the blue state of California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the people leaving, companies would not have to lay off as many people. And, there would be job openings for those who stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks to me that McCain is the best answer to our economic crisis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go cool-cat. Knock &#39;em dead (No pun intended).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Photo courtesy MCT&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://statehornetrants.blogspot.com/2008/11/elect-this.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mikhail Chernyavsky)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTzO64VSTUhjHqYhlg9I0TIJ7nfahZfQq3zQN9Jfzpjpr3pX28JdZg4IxgVctx8dz8purvWGijLJj-DUms519jnYxJ71bVgu52wWFuWHV4vzmmcShiElS4lDGWwYQynfgXN70QdvifVic/s72-c/US-NEWS-ELN-ELECTION-37-OSm.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4950228717640934396.post-685534427459262905</guid><pubDate>Fri, 31 Oct 2008 17:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-02T06:05:28.471-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Politics</category><title>War and Politics</title><description>In the war of political campaigning there are no limits. Political ads flow through the airwaves every minute on television as voting day approaches and their content is based on pointing fingers at the evil guy-not necessarily on &quot;educating&quot; the public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presidential candidate John McCain&#39;s ads are solely focused on fingering Obama as a &quot;terrorist ally&quot; and Barack Obama&#39;s campaign ties McCain and George W. Bush, who will plunge the United States down the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do they act like bickering old ladies fighting at the supermarket for the last can of oatmeal and instead focusing on the real issues, the how to&#39;s and planning for a better future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama is more centered on the issues than McCain at this point, but it goes to show that there is a fine line between war and politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presidential candidates will lower their standards, finger point and bash their enemy to win political power and do nothing while in office- ah, glorious America.&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://statehornetrants.blogspot.com/2008/10/war-and-politics.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Vanesssa Guerrero)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4950228717640934396.post-3386067464423648782</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Oct 2008 05:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-20T22:10:59.220-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">cars</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">special people</category><title>Stop putting fliers on my windshield</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YTCVisysTl0/SPWBR2MnAdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/mRQZnTlQN88/s1600-h/IMG_0013.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257250283631083986&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YTCVisysTl0/SPWBR2MnAdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/mRQZnTlQN88/s320/IMG_0013.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;The overwhelming majority of the time, whatever is placed on my car is something that is of no interest to me. The intent of the ad and its placement is good. However, 99 percent of the people who get the flier don&#39;t want to buy an underground, local rap CD, or go to a Halloween-themed, cat fashion show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end, thousands of paper is wasted and the people who maintain the parking lot have a lot of extra trash to pick up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A creative alternative to mass marketing is a cool Internet site or using tools like networking to reach your target audience. So listen up you hopeful entrepreneurs, STOP PUTTING YOUR FLIERS ON MY CAR!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://statehornetrants.blogspot.com/2008/10/stop-putting-flyers-on-my-windshield.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Crystal Kirk)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YTCVisysTl0/SPWBR2MnAdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/mRQZnTlQN88/s72-c/IMG_0013.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4950228717640934396.post-6699623587917941494</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Oct 2008 04:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-16T22:52:38.123-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">classroom annoyances</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">special people</category><title>The Ultimate Dumb@%$ Student</title><description>Besides a boring class, there is nothing more annoying than a student who raises his hand roughly 100 times throughout the entire class period while you are trying to stay awake, sipping on a double-shot espresso and focus on what the professor is trying to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think the student has a smart question to ask and raises his hand frequently because the topic is interesting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The particular student in my class feels he knows it all and tries to outsmart the professor with questions and comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Instructional Design&quot; - a course that helps students design teaching methods, theories to help, adults in particular, how to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds exciting doesn&#39;t it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the course is to connect &quot;Instructional Design&quot; and &quot;Digital Media&quot; theories together - and Mr. Right does not seem to get the material yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Excuse me professor, but that seems irrelevant to the material,&quot; he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought, &quot;No loser, you just don&#39;t get it.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three-hour class seems endless and with him raising his hand constantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally don&#39;t understand the material myself, but I do not raise my hand to constantly make a complete fool of myself. The professor&#39;s personal office hours were designed for that purpose.&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://statehornetrants.blogspot.com/2008/10/ultimate-dumba-student.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Vanesssa Guerrero)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4950228717640934396.post-3318515935713318092</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Oct 2008 01:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-10T11:28:48.623-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Religion</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">special people</category><title>And God Said Unto Thee...</title><description>Every semester a couple of religious nuts come to Sac State. About two or three times a semester these Christian extremists come to &quot;preach salvation&quot; and &quot;save&quot; students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, every time it is the same result: The preacher and students erupt in a shouting match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What&#39;s the point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;344&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/tR1Ygy-I6NY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/tR1Ygy-I6NY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;344&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One side is not going to change the other&#39;s mind. Of course students are going to be enraged by the hatred - or words of concern, as the preachers call it - that is spewing from the mouths of these religious extremists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly don&#39;t care what other students at this campus believe in. However, when it comes to extremists of any kind, they are all the same. Whether they are religious, environmentalists, or animal lovers, extremists all give their cause a bad name. Also you look stupid and crazy to the rest of the world, like the Berkeley tree protesters. Twenty-one months, really? Wow, I wish I had nothing better to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to see a bunch of students, who were Christian, get into a heated debate about how the preachers make the religion look bad. It&#39;s nice when religious people are logical and sensible. Good for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever religion you believe in, keep it to yourself. If people ask, then feel free to share it. These public forums on campus amount to nothing more than entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These Christian extremists are no better than Muslim extremists. But, at least the Muslims extremists do us the courtesy of killing themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the full news story &lt;a href=&quot;http://media.www.statehornet.com/media/storage/paper1146/news/2008/10/07/News/Religious.saint.Tells.Students.To.Repent-3475717.shtml?reffeature=recentlycommentedstoriestab&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://statehornetrants.blogspot.com/2008/10/and-god-said-unto-thee.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mikhail Chernyavsky)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4950228717640934396.post-1180731753103034509</guid><pubDate>Tue, 30 Sep 2008 03:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-03T17:25:23.570-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">special people</category><title>Drink, Drank, Drunk</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://media.collegepublisher.com/media/paper1146/stills/02mu9a70.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;&quot; src=&quot;http://media.collegepublisher.com/media/paper1146/stills/02mu9a70.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It never fails. No matter how many parties you go to, you will always see that &quot;one guy.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that guy you see at every party. He is belligerently drunk by 10 p.m. I mean how can you miss him? He&#39;s screaming at the top of his lungs every time someone takes a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God forbid you are a girl, or a group of girls, standing without a male. Be prepared to have a little ass grabbed with a side of slurred, blunt come-ons. He doesn&#39;t mean to hit on the ugly girls, he&#39;s just drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether he&#39;s locking lips with the toilet or curling up on the front lawn, by midnight this guy is out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we, as bystanders, simply laugh and enjoy his humiliation. After all it&#39;s not us with the drinking problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it sure is a sad day when we join his ranks.</description><link>http://statehornetrants.blogspot.com/2008/09/drink-drank-drunk.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mikhail Chernyavsky)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4950228717640934396.post-3698653618962450274</guid><pubDate>Mon, 29 Sep 2008 02:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-28T23:20:02.803-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Texting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">walking on campus</category><title>The Texter</title><description>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://www.statehornet.com/media/paper1146/stills/lo1yh53g.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.statehornet.com/media/paper1146/stills/lo1yh53g.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You get out of class and have ten minutes to make the trek to your next building on the opposite side of campus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a steady stream of people to your left and a long side of building for some feet on your right. You try to keep up your quick pace but soon realize the girl in front of you has slowed down to turtle speed. Then she starts swaying a little back and forth. Next she stops completely, looks up, and then starts walking again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s texting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there’s no way to get around her. All you can do is wait out the hundred feet or so until the wall ends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people have an extremely important lesson to learn in life: they can’t multitask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://whatstheruckus.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Jake Corbin&lt;/a&gt; seems to think he’s got the multitasking down.  I asked him to give us a demo for all the texters out there who I want to yell at on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;344&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/UG1JgmX8q2A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/UG1JgmX8q2A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;344&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me it seems you just either do or don’t have the suave moves. All I ask is that you walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don’t even get me started on stair-texting.&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://statehornetrants.blogspot.com/2008/09/texter.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4950228717640934396.post-870969053394172255</guid><pubDate>Sat, 27 Sep 2008 00:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-26T18:33:33.982-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">special people</category><title>The Creepy, Old Man</title><description>There is nothing that makes me smile more in life than a creepy old man, especially when that man is a professor on campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was leaving class, I was approaching two fine young ladies. As I can closer to them, I recognized one as a friend. As we rushed by she gave me a smile and we exchanged hellos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we parted ways, with a smile she gave me a squeeze on my arm and said, “See you later.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No big deal. That’s just what friends do. As I’m about to put my headphones on, I hear a voice behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt;“Man, I need to watch your moves.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly turned around to see who it was. To my surprise it was an elderly gentleman with gray and white hair, wearing an almost checker patterned brown suite, pulling a rolling backpack behind him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m sorry, what?” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I need to watch your moves. You’ve got a way with the ladies,” he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed and said, “I do alright,” and went on my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t tell him what I was really thinking. Like really old man? Come on professor. What kind of extra credit are you trying to offer to your students?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, anyone who knows me can tell you that I say some pretty crazy things. Whether it was sexually blunt, or sexually implying, I’ve said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The difference is that I’m still young and adorable. I can get away with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize one day my cuteness will be gone, and I’ll just end up being a creepy old man like him if I keep saying that stuff. But I hope I grow out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t really bother me, it just made me realize what I would be like if I don’t grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then, I’ll just enjoy making innuendos.&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://statehornetrants.blogspot.com/2008/09/there-is-nothing-that-makes-me-smile.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mikhail Chernyavsky)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4950228717640934396.post-6873888534999396660</guid><pubDate>Thu, 25 Sep 2008 04:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-26T18:34:46.654-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fashion faux pas</category><title>Kanye West shutter shades</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YTCVisysTl0/SNsWopMkf2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vtDfMY4kUnQ/s1600-h/kanye-shutter-sunglasses-102473-0.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249814678139600738&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YTCVisysTl0/SNsWopMkf2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vtDfMY4kUnQ/s320/kanye-shutter-sunglasses-102473-0.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired of seeing students on campus wearing these worthless accessories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These shades are usually worn with a brightly colored houndstooth scarf (most people who wear them don&#39;t know that the print is called that), tight skinny jeans, a logo t-shirt and a pair of neon sneakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt;Being an individual is great.  Wearing something that is non-functional strictly because a famous person wears it does not make you cool, it makes you sheep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These stupid &quot;glasses&quot; provide no UV-protection and make it hard for you to see where you are going.  What is so cool about that?  I thought that the act of going to college was somehow a way of showing people how smart you are.  Or at least how smart you hope to be one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, Kanye West has become less than desirable when it comes to the role model department.  He was just caught on tape smashing a camera that belongs to a member of the paparazzi.  Now that is someone that we should all aspire to be like. He wears these glasses and he can&#39;t even see how big of an ass he has become. Take heed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do yourself a favor hipsters, wear real sunglasses. Your eyes will thank you one day.&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://statehornetrants.blogspot.com/2008/09/kanye-west-shutter-shades.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Crystal Kirk)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YTCVisysTl0/SNsWopMkf2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/vtDfMY4kUnQ/s72-c/kanye-shutter-sunglasses-102473-0.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4950228717640934396.post-463708699874696643</guid><pubDate>Thu, 18 Sep 2008 05:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-28T14:45:50.429-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">consumer culture</category><title>Freecreditreport.com Ads</title><description>&lt;object width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;344&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/W3oNNgM6P7E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/W3oNNgM6P7E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;344&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These whiny, sniveling twits make me scramble for the remote whenever they appear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They&#39;re as enjoyable and desirable as crotch stubble. How much longer can these sellouts keep churning out this tripe? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt;Their despicable hip-hop whatever-you-want-to-call-it crapfest made me puke in my mouth. The one with them in bouncing around the small town to a peppy little ditty grates my spine and makes the veins in my forehead pulsate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make it a point to ignore my credit just to spite them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their newest musical abortion takes place at a party and it has this cutesy, effeminate techno quality to it. For some reason there&#39;s this poser jackass on turntables with his headphones hanging off one ear like people enjoy what he is doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can&#39;t wait until these rectal-squirts go the way of the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HooS1rtXDGk&quot;&gt;Flat-Buns guys&lt;/a&gt; and dinosaurs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the joke is on me, I know the words to all their terrible songs and I remember what company they work for.&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://statehornetrants.blogspot.com/2008/09/freecreditreportcom-ads.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jordan Guinn)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4950228717640934396.post-4929187691904065794</guid><pubDate>Fri, 12 Sep 2008 21:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-26T18:33:55.657-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">classroom annoyances</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">special people</category><title>The Busybody</title><description>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Day 1: &lt;/span&gt;Somehow it always happens to me. There I am, sitting in a GE class minding my own business and a gabby girl plops into the seat next to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After settling in, she cranes her neck around to catch my eye and then lunges into an introduction followed with a confirmation handshake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is bubbly and inquisitive and after one minute I already know her year, major and innermost expectations of the said class. And she knows mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, class has not started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt;I desperately try to proofread the syllabus before me and find dandruff in the hair of the guy in front. I feel her impenetrable gaze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class begins. Apparently she has an opinion about everything. She answers, comments and asks questions the whole time, all the while turning to me to add a side comment. Wait, didn’t I just meet this girl five minutes ago? Maybe she’s in the wrong class. “Understanding human body language and tone” 1A  is down the hall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Day 2: &lt;/span&gt;I come prepared this time with a book. I say hello and go back to my reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten seconds later…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What book are you reading?” she asks. I politely tell her and exchange a few more lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go back to my book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifteen seconds later….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“About that assignment…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I exaggerate a little. Maybe I just have bad luck. Maybe people like that should join a sorority; I’m taking a class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://statehornetrants.blogspot.com/2008/09/busybody.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4950228717640934396.post-2492382811058964301</guid><pubDate>Fri, 12 Sep 2008 02:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-26T18:28:37.678-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">consumer culture</category><title>Wal-Mart the high price of low costs</title><description>We all know that &lt;strong&gt;Wal-Mart&lt;/strong&gt; is the low price leader.  You can buy 300 pairs of crew socks for $6.00.  Have you ever thought about how they are able to undercut their competitors?  The &lt;strong&gt;Wal-Mart&lt;/strong&gt; Corporation has a history of encouraging employees to apply for welfare, food stamp and Medicaid benefits.  They keep costs low by sloughing their financial responsibility for their employees to the government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is no surprise that &lt;strong&gt;Wal-Mart&lt;/strong&gt; is responsible for countless human rights violations and labor law abuses in the United States as well as across the world.  I am tired of the excuses; we all know what they do.  They underpay their employees and offer next to no benefits.  They outsource most of their production to countries like China and India where labor is cheap and the watchful eyes human rights organizations are non-existent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not right.  There is something we can do about it.  I know that Americans, especially in today&#39;s problematic economy, have to make all financial decisions carefully. If we can be responsible about our carbon footprint and saving the whales, why can&#39;t we be conscious consumers too?  Shop at locally owned small businesses; check the labels of your clothing to buy American made products as much as you can, or shop at a thrift store. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every change, no matter how small, can make a difference. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corporations like &lt;strong&gt;Wal-Mart&lt;/strong&gt; continue to dominate the retail world and push hard-working entrepreneurs out of business.  The things that once made America great are quickly disappearing.  Integrity, morality and compassion seem to have no place in the modern business world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not propose that we all start churning our own butter and raising livestock.  All I ask is that we all make an attempt to be more aware of what we buy and who we buy it from. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheap does not always mean good.  Ultimately it is your money and only you can decide if you want to change the way you spend it.&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://statehornetrants.blogspot.com/2008/09/wal-mart-high-price-of-low-costs.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Crystal Kirk)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>