<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:27:28.469-08:00</updated><category term='epic fail'/><title type='text'>Born to Hunt Dinosaurs</title><subtitle type='html'>...walking around with an "S" on my chest and and "L" on my forehead</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>253</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-2342114263861061867</id><published>2011-12-16T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T08:04:22.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Usually wouldn't touch it with a ten foot pole</title><content type='html'>I don't normally talk very much about this subject but I'm feeling kind of anti-woman this week due to a confusing event. But I was in a discussion with a friend about women being more difficult to work with than men, and I completely agree. Women are impossible human beings full of mystery and malice, whereas men are simple creatures with simple needs and an even more simple communication structure. Whereas your average woman is full of complexity and layers upon layers of emotional Labyrinths, and that's just when you ask how they are feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, Men are easier to get along with because in general we say what we mean and there's not much more to it. And a woman has all these emotional and multi-tiered level meanings for things. For example, if I guy says, "I had a good time." It means he had a good time. If woman says, "I had a good time" it could mean anything, including I had a good time but I was anxious because I thought my lipstick didn't match my shoes and also Becky wore a nicer dress than me and maybe that made me look fat and also maybe my date didn't pay enough attention to me and I thought I maybe caught him looking at another woman for a second and oh god is he cheating on me etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you take a group of women and the women's hive-mind multiplies this multi-tiered meanings by a billion, until it becomes a negative tornado of emotions and lies, where nothing is good enough and evil pervades everything about it. And that's what it's like working in an office full of women, where the hive-mind sees and judges everything and will never tell you what they actually think. And each individual branch of the hive-mind has it's own goals and secret plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how was your day?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-2342114263861061867?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/2342114263861061867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=2342114263861061867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/2342114263861061867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/2342114263861061867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2011/12/usually-wouldnt-touch-it-with-ten-foot.html' title='Usually wouldn&apos;t touch it with a ten foot pole'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-265658147385173110</id><published>2011-03-03T14:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T15:04:29.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time flys when you are having fun</title><content type='html'>So I just moved again for my second time when I was out here.  And I got to tell you, it was fantastic.  My latest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;roomate&lt;/span&gt; (who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;admittedly&lt;/span&gt; I didn't screen enough) was a 40 year old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;meth&lt;/span&gt; addict who aside from being clean is the worst person I've ever met.  Living with her was a certain kind of hell, and I couldn't be more thrilled to be gone.  It was so bad that I didn't want to go home for the last 3 months.  And when I did I would hide in my room while she would yell terrible things through the walls.  I'm not sure what I learned in all that but I did learn that I have a tremendous amount of patience and I believe that any penance I needed to pay for in my life has hopefully been paid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've moved on, out of Purgatory and into a huge new place that I'm eager to show off.  Hardwood floors huge bedroom, great place.  I'm also looking at buying places although that brings in the question of whether or not I want to stay in San Diego or not.  San Diego, like most cities in the country, holds nothing for me.  Sure I have friends here who are great but I've got friends in lots of places.  It may be time to spread my wings again, go somewhere else.  All I know is moving out of my old place and getting rid of that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;roomate&lt;/span&gt; feels like a huge weight has been lifted from my shoulders.  It's fantastic and I can't wait to get my life rolling in the right direction again.  Not that I was far astray, but it was pretty miserable there for a hot minute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-265658147385173110?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/265658147385173110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=265658147385173110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/265658147385173110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/265658147385173110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2011/03/time-flys-when-you-are-having-fun.html' title='Time flys when you are having fun'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-730053194878772244</id><published>2010-11-16T13:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T13:23:47.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>D.C. Bleh</title><content type='html'>So I'm in the middle of spending 10 weeks back in DC for a developmental rotation, working in the office I started in (but in a different division) and I'm struck by a couple things.  First it's shocking how many people remember me, all kinds of folks here remember me walking the halls and suprisingly are pretty affable.  Second I can't walk into an office or meet someone new without being offered a job, which is great, but I'm not sure I'm ready to move back to DC.  I love DC, it's a great town and I have lots of friends here, the lady I'm working with now is great and I think I could do great here.  But traffic here has gotten worse in the two years I've been gone, and the town has changed a little bit.  I don't know how I would grow as a person here, I would grow professionally, and maybe that's enough, but I don't know where the other parts of my life would grow, other than my waist size, since you spend a billion hours commutting it leaves less time for the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all in all, the Pentagon is still great, the work is fun.  And if the commute wasn't horrible I'd be here in a sec.  Incidently the weather has been nicer here in DC than in San Diego.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-730053194878772244?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/730053194878772244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=730053194878772244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/730053194878772244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/730053194878772244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2010/11/dc-bleh.html' title='D.C. Bleh'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-7212400871742192051</id><published>2010-06-23T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T12:41:07.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>World Cup</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The World Cup is going on right now and as of this writing the US beat Algeria to win their group and advance to the knockout stages. The US should have been down 3-0 at the half and Algeria would be cruising into 3rd place in the group. What sickens me is that the US plays so very poorly in the first half of games and gets away with it. Against Slovenia, they got pummeled in the first half, they were down 2 nothing and the defense looked like a bunch of plastic cones and unfortunately Slovenia's forwards had at some point dribbled around some plastic cones. In the second half the US poured it on and all anyone could say was, "Wow that disallowed goal was the worst thing I've ever seen!" And the talk about that game became about the refs and not about how woefully inadequate the US was for half of the game. Nevermind the fact that a US player decked a Slovenian defender away from the ball.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Against England it was the same thing, blind dumb luck. The US got manhandled and eked out a tie because someone buttered up the England's goalkeeper's gloves. And now all of a sudden the country is ablaze with folks proclaiming Landon Donovan the king of the world, and I for one do not welcome our new Landon Donovan overlords. The hype is great but let's be honest, the US played over half of their three games extremely poorly, and only through dumb luck are the continuing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite possible the US will end up playing Serbia, which benefitted from the worst call in the World Cup against Germany with a red card that gave Serbia the win. And if the US plays them we will probably win because Serbia is terrible. Then all of a sudden everyone will be crazy about how USA is the new soccer Emperor and soccer fans will come out of the woodwork....Ugh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the World Cup, but I love the World Cup 100% more when the US is not in it. We are not a great soccer country, these are our D list athletes at best. The best athletes in the country are playing Basketball, Football, Baseball. Here's a short list of the sports more important that soccer in the US:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Football&lt;br /&gt;2. Basketball&lt;br /&gt;3. Baseballe&lt;br /&gt;4. Hockey&lt;br /&gt;5. Nascar&lt;br /&gt;6. Golf&lt;br /&gt;7. Roller Derby&lt;br /&gt;8. MMA&lt;br /&gt;9. Boxing&lt;br /&gt;10. Jai-lai&lt;br /&gt;11. Bowling&lt;br /&gt;12. Table Tennis and Ping-Pong&lt;br /&gt;13. Real Tennis&lt;br /&gt;14. Bicycling&lt;br /&gt;15. That weird Speedwalking thing they tried in the olympics&lt;br /&gt;16 X-Games&lt;br /&gt;17. Surfing&lt;br /&gt;18. Competitive Video Games&lt;br /&gt;19. Running&lt;br /&gt;20. Monster Truck Rally&lt;br /&gt;21. Billards&lt;br /&gt;22. Lacrosse&lt;br /&gt;23. Extreme Eating Competitions&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these things get more coverage than soccer which is approxiamtely the 34th most important sport in the US mindset. It's a great amateur sport, fantastic at the college level. But the US national team is a joke, a silly silly joke.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-7212400871742192051?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/7212400871742192051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=7212400871742192051' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/7212400871742192051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/7212400871742192051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2010/06/world-cup.html' title='World Cup'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-1360743170807987494</id><published>2010-06-22T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T07:08:03.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Real Best 10 Baseball Movies of all time!</title><content type='html'>Someone else I know did a horrible, and I mean just horrible job naming the 10 best Baseball Movies of all time. It was one of those jobs that makes you think, this guy just has no clue what's going on, a good top 10 list can have some movement in the list and you can argue on the placement of the movies on the list, but there are certain movies you have to hit. I'll make my own list, which may not be 100% accurate but it at least lends itself to some credibility. But first I'll start off by mocking his list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Field of Dreams&lt;br /&gt;9. Hard Ball&lt;br /&gt;8. Fever Pitch&lt;br /&gt;7. The Natural&lt;br /&gt;6. Little Big League&lt;br /&gt;5. Rookie of the year&lt;br /&gt;4. The Rookie&lt;br /&gt;3. Major League&lt;br /&gt;2. The Sandlot&lt;br /&gt;1. A league of their own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy crap, fucking "Fever Pitch"? "Little Big League"? Come the fuck on, how dare you have those two movies on there and skip some of the best baseball movies of all time. It pains my eyes to see those movies over "Field of Dreams" and "The Natural", and it is basically telling the world that you are a clueless yokel pedophile when you put those movies over "Bad News Bears" and "Bull Durham", which you left completely off the list. I understand liking kids baseball movies, but can you at least hide your sexual attraction to children a little better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad thing is that you start off so well, it's like you almost kind of steer in the right direction and then you jump off a godamn cliff. 1-3 could legitimately be defended as the greatest baseball movies of all time. They are all fantastic movies which warrant at least consideration. But then you derail your train off the tracks forever with "The Rookie"...are you trying to tell me that this piece of Disney garbage is the 4th best baseball move ever? It wasn't even a well made movie!&lt;br /&gt;From there it gets even worse. 9,8,6,5,4 are all abhorrent selections, let me tell you why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Hard Ball - I liked it a lot better when this movie was called Mighty Ducks 7 - Gettin' Mighty With It. The tagline for this movie is the universally stupid and incorrect saying "The most important thing in life is showing up" Well if you show up and do a fucking horrible job like you did with this list you are a failure and a bum, and you wouldn't have been either of those things if you'd stayed at home or not put this list out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Fever Pitch - Drew Barrymore and Jimmy Fallon...this is possibly the movie that I'll be forced to watch in hell for all time. Even the most jaded of Red Sox fans doesn't consider this a "good" movie. It's tripe, it's awful, and all DVD's of this movie should be burned, and the master copy should be shot out of a cannon into the sun. This might actually make the list of worst movies of all time. When the nuclear war sweeps the earth priests of the new religions are going to use this movie to show the evils of the old world or possibly treat a copy of this movie like the necronomicon, a tome so evil and terrible that it must be sealed away for all time at the risk of angering the fire gods of the sky again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Little Big League - Extreme Islamic Fundamentalist Radicals (the bad kind) show this movie to suicide bombers before they send them out in a truck full of dangerously poorly rigged explosives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Rookie of the Year - There's one sequence in this movie that is any good, and it's the extremely flawed part where they show him striking out major league stars. I believe they show him striking out Ken Griffey Jr, Barry Bonds and some other guys. This movie was made in 1993 and the kid plays for the Cubs...what's wrong with this picture? It actually is a good example for why this movie can't be on the list of greatest baseball movies, it doesn't understand how baseball works. Frequently throughout the movie there are terrible errors about scorekeeping and baseball rules and it conceptually has no idea how the game of baseball is played, it is just factually terrible. The IMDB page for errors in this movie is about 400 pages long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some movies that didn't make my top 10 but you could argue belong in there somewhere:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any sequels or remakes - I like Major League 2 and Angels in the Outfield, I think there are a couple more remakes out there that are pretty solid baseball movies but I didn't include them because I think the list is rounded out enough without sequels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer Catch - Actually not a bad movie, and if this list were hottest chick in a baseball movie it would be number one by a lot. But in the end the acting in this movie leaves it out of my top 10, the acting is pretty terrible at times and the realistic chance of a scout all of a sudden deciding to sign a kid to a big signing bonus is silly. There are plenty of guys who can't pitch complete games and always blow it in the 9th inning, they are called middle relievers in the big leagues. Plot holes keeps this off my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61* - I like this movie, I think the acting in particular is pretty fantastic. It also clearly understands the game of baseball. The problem I have is the factual inaccuracies that this movie suffers from being too Yankeeized*. I think when you make a historical pictures about this timeframe there is enough evidence to be factually accurate that a decent job editing the movie should be easy. The film makes some pretty horrible factual errors but I still like it and it could very well appear on a top 10 list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angels in the Outfield - I actually like the remake better than the original. It is very campy but I'll allow it. I was just never that crazy about the concept of this movie, so I'm leaving it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. For love of the game - I saw this movie and was a little shocked that it wasn't more highly regarded. While it's as much a campy love story as it is a baseball movie it is still pretty good even though there are some editing problems. I also love the fact that it's not some championship game, or some kind of playoff game, it's a simple movie about an aging veteran having one more day in the sun. Which always rates highly with me. It shocks me to have 3 Kevin Costner movies on this list but so be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Eight Men Out - Although it's filled with factual errors and problems I find the subject matter to be fascinating. The acting is pretty great too but the story is just compelling as hell. Amazing performances by John Cusack and David Strathairn. The cast of this movie is fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Mr. Baseball - Still holds up today as a phenomenal movie, both in the baseball part of the movie, and the love story. But again it has the aging veteran trying to have one last day in the sun. It's formulaic as hell, and you can predict what happens, but it's still fun to watch and Tom Selleck is the perfect part for the roll of stupid american ballplayer in a foreign country. The editing is actually pretty top notch for a sports film as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Bad News Bears - The remake was garbage but the original is fantastic, it's pretty much the original story about losers making it which has been done 1000 times since then. It is supposed to be a comedy, but it is actually much deeper and more genuine than it appears at first glance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Major League - I feel like this movie should actually be higher on my list. But I think that it hasn't aged nearly as well as some of the other movies on this list, the comedy itself doesn't always hold it's weight anymore. But it's still a great movie and I would watch it any time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The Natural - Tremendous story, just pure fiction and it's great writing. I actually think this is one of Robert Redford's worst acting performances and he's still fantastic. The editing in this movie is abysmal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Field Of Dreams - Again I feel like I should have this movie higher on my list, it's a good movie with solid acting and in interesting and engaging plot. I think I may have done this list too fast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The Sandlot - This movie has universal appeal. People who may never have seen this still mouth out "FOR - EV - ER" because they've seen other people do it. The story is fantastic and the scene where the kid fakes drowning to make out with the lifeguard is one of the great scenes in kid's movie history, the scene where they beat the rich kids and the catcher is talking trash is the best sports scene in kid's movie history. I feel like maybe this movie should be a little bit lower on my list, possibly supplanted by Field Of Dreams, the problem is that the first time I saw Field I was incredibly sick. Every kid wishes they had a nickname as cool as Benny "The Jet" Rodriguez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A League of Their Own - Tom Hanks should have served two years for Grand Theft for his role in this movie. He steals the movie and turns an ok movie into one of the best baseball movies of all time. "There's No Crying in Baseball" and his subsequent diatribe is one of the most quotable sports lines ever. The movie is pretty darn predictable and you can cut out the beginning and the end for all I care but the scenes with Hanks are priceless. David Strathairn is also fantastic in this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bull Durham - May very well be the best sports movie of all time. It is quotable, funny, deep, and knowledgeable as hell about baseball. The story, the acting, the transitions, it's all there. It's not a love story, and it's not a pure sports movie, it's a movie about life. And to keep it off your list of the 10 best baseball movies of all time is stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-1360743170807987494?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/1360743170807987494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=1360743170807987494' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/1360743170807987494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/1360743170807987494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2010/06/real-best-10-baseball-movies-of-all.html' title='The Real Best 10 Baseball Movies of all time!'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-7574774217938576597</id><published>2010-03-16T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T13:39:06.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking care of the college kids</title><content type='html'>I feel like when I was in college when I would hang out with guys not in college they would take care of me.  Give me rides and pay for meals and such.  So now that I'm one of the older guys I feel a certain obligation to do the same.  I've kinda taken a couple guys under my wing, and make sure they're doing alright.  Small things, a meal here, a ride all over the city to events.  That kind of stuff doesn't take alot of effort on my part to mean alot to them.  So I guess what I'm saying is pay it forward.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-7574774217938576597?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/7574774217938576597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=7574774217938576597' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/7574774217938576597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/7574774217938576597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2010/03/taking-care-of-college-kids.html' title='Taking care of the college kids'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-8871247065437572858</id><published>2010-03-04T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T14:37:03.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When I was younger my heart was far more open then it is now. Ultimately that has led to people hurting me very badly time and time again. After the first time I learned that once your heart gets hurt it's not worth the time, nor does it make you feel any better to tell the person who hurt you how you feel or how hurt you are. If someone hurts me now I don't tell them a word, they don't get to know how they affected me or how bad I feel. But gone is the openess in my heart, possibly closed forever to the outside, nobody gets to know how strongly I feel about them, nobody gets to know if they hurt me badly. This has two distinct problems, the first is I absolutely don't get to have any real meaningful relationships with women, because I won't let them know how I feel, I won't open myself to the possibility of getting hurt anymore. It's just not worth it, the effects on me afterwards are to severe to make it worth my time. The second thing is that I don't ever get hurt in the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are umpteen million things wrong with this strategy but probably the worst is the fact that I don't have relationships. I'm so independent now that the need to have someone in my life is completely non-existant. But just because the need is gone doesn't mean it's not something I would like. I've accepted that I don't like being physical with someone in a more casual relationship. The appeal of sleeping with just anyone as opposed to someone I have emotional connections to doesn't appeal to me. So it's kind of just leaving something unfullfilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's funny is the people that have hurt me so badly have probably done me a favor in the long run with the exception of the most recent. Someone mentioned my longtime college girlfriend to me, and while I haven't spoken to her in a long time I can't imagine what would have happened if she hadn't hurt me. I'd probably be divorced and unhappy. Same thing with other people that hurt me, I just couldn't imagine what my life would be like now if I had continued to be with them. As it is, while I'm not happily in love with anyone, and I really prevent myself from that happening.  But I'm certainly much more in tune with myself and aware of what I want.  I don't need anyone, which is a statement a vast number of people can't make.  At some point I think it's going to be a detraction that I haven't had any long term relationships in some time, maybe it already is, but I will not open up my heart to someone again just to have it crushed again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-8871247065437572858?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/8871247065437572858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=8871247065437572858' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/8871247065437572858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/8871247065437572858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-i-was-younger-my-heart-was-far.html' title=''/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-6324624717976920607</id><published>2010-02-24T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T10:25:38.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretzel Recipie goodness</title><content type='html'>I baked 4 batches of these this morning and they have been eaten like hot cakes.  Try making them for pretzel goodness.  Also my friend Peter says you can subsititute one cup of flour for wheat flour and add honey for extra deliciousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingrediants for 1 batch:&lt;br /&gt;4 cups flour&lt;br /&gt;2 table spoons or one packet yeast&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 2/3 cup warm water&lt;br /&gt;coarse salt&lt;br /&gt;5-6 table spoons baking soda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat the over to 375&lt;br /&gt;Heat a pot of hot water while adding the baking soda to make a baking soda bath Line a cooking pan or two with crisco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mix brown sugar with warm water and add yeast, let it sit for 3-4 minutes&lt;br /&gt;- Pour 4 cups of flour into food processor, add the mixture and let it mix for 20 revolutions&lt;br /&gt;- After twenty revolutions you should have a ball of dough that has the consistency of play-do, depending on the flour it may be too soft and you'll need to add pinches of flour to get the right consistency, if the dough is ready before 20 revolutions the ball will be heavy enough to stop the food processer&lt;br /&gt;- Knead the dough a bit to make sure it all has the same consistency&lt;br /&gt;- Cut dough into smaller portions, usually you can make 12 large sized pretzels or 16 good sized ones&lt;br /&gt;- Roll each piece out and fold into pretzel shape&lt;br /&gt;- Add each pretzel into the baking soda bath for 30 seconds each&lt;br /&gt;- Remove pretzels and place on crisco sheet sprinkle salt, a little salt goes a long way but it's personal preference&lt;br /&gt;- Place sheet in the oven for 7-10 min until pretzels are a golden brown&lt;br /&gt;- remove and serve with cautionary tales about hotness&lt;br /&gt;Usually goes well with just about anything, cheese, butter, mustard, ham, beer, etc etc etc&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-6324624717976920607?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/6324624717976920607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=6324624717976920607' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/6324624717976920607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/6324624717976920607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2010/02/pretzel-recipie-goodness.html' title='Pretzel Recipie goodness'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-4149164186074358267</id><published>2010-02-12T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T14:35:37.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So many unwritten</title><content type='html'>I've had so many topics I've needed to write and so many of them are half written and discarded or saved and never to be completed.  I don't know what's going on but I'm struggling to write anything I like.  I'll have all these great ideas and then when I sit down to actually complete them it doesn't happen.  I need to try harder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-4149164186074358267?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/4149164186074358267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=4149164186074358267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/4149164186074358267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/4149164186074358267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-many-unwritten.html' title='So many unwritten'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-147949145961805202</id><published>2009-12-31T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T14:05:19.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I understand but I also don't</title><content type='html'>On my way back from teh Christmas holiday in DC.  I was on a plane and the young black guy sitting next to me was having terrible stomach problems.  He was going to tough it out but at the last minute he had the stewardess ask the captain to return to the gate.  I completely understand, the kid was a marine and he needed to report the next morning to a base out here in SD.  But the other passengers around us who didn't see him doubling over said he was faking it and asking him to tough it out, basically actiing like complete and total jackasses.  Part of me really wanted to tell them all off and then start breaking heads.  Show a little sympathy folks, if you were doubling over in stomach pain and couldn't keep any food or water down I'd imagine that the last place you'd want to be is on a 5 hour plane ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we pulled back into the gate and he got off the plane, no big deal right?  Wrong.  Wayy wrong.  The first thing that happens is people start talking about him being a terrorist, and wondering if he took all his things with him, two passengers were particualrly adamant about it.  So the Captain and the stewardesses come back and talk to me about if he was carrying anything with him and that kind of stuff.  I talked to the guy for a minute, and if he was a terrorist it wsa seriously the best diguise I've ever seen, he was a nice kid who was black and kept looking at his cellphone that had a picture of a corvette on it.  He was wearing big black sweatpants that didn't fit, and he was completely polite to everyone the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he gets off the plane, and people are freaking out, making sure his luggage from under the plane is pulled.  At least two of the passengers are freaking out talking about terrorism saying that, "They want to wake up tomorrow" and giving the stewardess and gate control folks a hell of a time.   This one woman gets in my face and starts quizzing me and I calmly told her that indeed he took everything with him and nothing was wrong.  Well that wasn't good enough, her and her husband had to make a big scene and storm off the plane rather then quietly asking to be rebooked.  I understand that this is days after a botched terrorist attack, but at least treat people trying to help with dignity and respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another guy starts insisting that he needs to get off the plane to get food and that they just passed new laws that should allow it.  Christ buddy, those laws say an hour and a half first off, and second off you've been on the plane for 35 minutes tops, including all the time out on the runway and the turnaround.  I highly doubt you are starving after a 35 minute delay on a 5+ hour flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand people who make already confusing or stressful situations more problematic.  I have absolutely no regard for people spazzing out and being inconsiderate, flying is stressful enough folks.  If you want to get off the plane because you fear for your life then fine, just don't freak out and start accusing and questioning.  If you are hungry after 35 minutes then maybe you should have planned a little better in the terminal when you were sitting there reading that copy of "Swank" for an hour and a half before the flight boarded (I might be a little more sympathetic if I hadn't seen you there for so long and you like had to rush to the plane).  Lastly, stop being a jackass, sorry your flight was delayed because this guy was doubled over in pain.  But that doesn't give you the right to be a d-bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the final result of the whole thing?  I little more then an hour and fifteen minute delay, and we landed at 8:45PM, 30 minutes after our scheduled arrival time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-147949145961805202?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/147949145961805202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=147949145961805202' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/147949145961805202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/147949145961805202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-understand-but-i-also-dont.html' title='I understand but I also don&apos;t'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-5421007366169857092</id><published>2009-12-31T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T13:38:32.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know which I like less!</title><content type='html'>I don't like New Years Eve, I also don't particualrly like Valentine's day.  It's hard to say which I dislike more frankly.  I hate the falseness of Valentine's day, but that could also be because I've had bad experiences.  I hate the pagentry of New Year's but that could also be because it ends up being a really busy time of year in my job.  I'm actively looking forward to staying home tonight and maybe going to bed early so I can get up and go to work tomorrow.  Laaaaaame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-5421007366169857092?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/5421007366169857092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=5421007366169857092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/5421007366169857092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/5421007366169857092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-dont-know-which-i-like-less.html' title='I don&apos;t know which I like less!'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-3598271228577132621</id><published>2009-12-03T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T08:32:26.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This week's quiz!</title><content type='html'>I got 7/10! Answers hidden at the bottom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. U.S. Attorney General Eric Holder announced that the government would be sending five alleged 9/11 plotters to trial in New York City, just a few blocks from where the World Trade Center twin towers fell in 2001. Which of the following suspects is NOT among the five?&lt;br /&gt;Mustafa Ahmad al-Hawsawi&lt;br /&gt;Khalid Sheikh Mohammed&lt;br /&gt;Abdul Qadeer Khan&lt;br /&gt;Waleed bin Attash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. President Obama traveled to China for a three-day visit in which he discussed climate change and a variety of economic and strategic issues with the nation's leaders in Beijing. The trip, however, kicked off in another Chinese city, where the president held a town hall-style meeting attended by university students. Which city?&lt;br /&gt;Nanjing&lt;br /&gt;Shanghai&lt;br /&gt;Shenzhen&lt;br /&gt;Guangzhou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A government health panel caused quite a stir when it issued a report recommending new&lt;br /&gt;guidelines on when women should get mammograms, a long-standing test for breast cancer. What switch did the committee make in recommending the optimum age for women (except for those in high-risk groups) to begin biannual mammograms?&lt;br /&gt;From 40 to 50&lt;br /&gt;From 50 to 40&lt;br /&gt;From 50 to 60&lt;br /&gt;From 60 to 50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Much of the air travel in the United States, especially on the East Coast, was plunged into chaos. What was the cause of the problem?&lt;br /&gt;Baggage handlers went on strike&lt;br /&gt;Snow hit airports in the Northeast, causing a knock-on effect across the system&lt;br /&gt;Part of the air traffic control system broke down, meaning that computers could not communicate&lt;br /&gt;A flaw was discovered in airplane tires, leading to the grounding of all Boeing 737s, the most common plane used in North America&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. NASA announced that it had found water on the moon, in the form of ice hidden under the surface. How did it make the discovery?&lt;br /&gt;By using the orbiting International Space Station to analyze plumes of debris thrown up by a meteor that hit the moon&lt;br /&gt;By dropping a large object from the space shuttle Atlantis and analyzing the plume of debris thrown up&lt;br /&gt;By reactivating one of the lunar rovers left on the moon's surface and having it dig under the surface&lt;br /&gt;By crashing a rocket on the moon and analyzing the plume of debris thrown up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Former U.S. Rep. William Jefferson, who famously hid $90,000 in his freezer, was sentenced Friday to 13 years in prison for taking bribes, the longest term ever imposed on a congressman for bribery charges. Jefferson, who represented part of New Orleans for nearly 20 years, was convicted of taking about $500,000; what for?&lt;br /&gt;Protecting sex-industry operators in New Orleans&lt;br /&gt;Using his influence to broker business deals in Africa&lt;br /&gt;Greasing the wheels of development projects in New Orleans&lt;br /&gt;Steering Hurricane Katrina recovery funds to businesses that paid him money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. With heaping helpings of publicity, Sarah Palin launched her memoir, for which she was paid a reported seven-figure sum. What is the name of the book?&lt;br /&gt;"Sarah Palin: My Life"&lt;br /&gt;"Shootin' From the Lip"&lt;br /&gt;"Going Rogue: An American Life"&lt;br /&gt;"Way Up North: The Sarah Palin Story"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Famed New England Patriots coach Bill Belichick was left red-faced after a final-minutes gamble in a game against Indianapolis went badly wrong, thus handing the game to the Colts. What did he do?&lt;br /&gt;Ordered a fourth-down pass play, which was intercepted and run into the Patriots' end zone&lt;br /&gt;Tried a risky reverse play on fourth down, which was easily detected by the Colts&lt;br /&gt;Tried a fourth-down throw by the punter, who messed up the play&lt;br /&gt;Ordered a short passing play on fourth down that failed to get the necessary yardage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Hey, it's not even Thanksgiving, but the Oxford English Dictionary decided to come out with its Word of the Year. What is it?&lt;br /&gt;Sweet: An affirmation that something has gone right or is particularly good&lt;br /&gt;Unfriend: To remove someone as a "friend" on a social networking site such as Facebook&lt;br /&gt;Kanye: To make a fool of oneself, as rapper Kanye West did in interrupting an acceptance speech at an award show&lt;br /&gt;Rogue: To disregard the instructions of a party leader, such as the actions of GOP vice-presidential candidate Sarah Palin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. A group asked that they be put near the head of the line for swine flu shots because of their close contact with children. Which group?&lt;br /&gt;Boy Scout and Girl Scout leaders&lt;br /&gt;Mall and store Santas&lt;br /&gt;Pediatricians&lt;br /&gt;Teachers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answers (Scroll over to see):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1. Abdul Qadeer Khan&lt;br /&gt;2. Shanghai&lt;br /&gt;3. From 40 to 50&lt;br /&gt;4. Part of the air traffic control system broke down, meaning that computers could not communicate&lt;br /&gt;5. By crashing a rocket on the moon and analyzing the plume of debris thrown up&lt;br /&gt;6. Using his influence to broker business deals in Africa&lt;br /&gt;7. "Going Rogue: An American Life"&lt;br /&gt;8. Ordered a short passing play on fourth down that failed to get the necessary yardage&lt;br /&gt;9. Unfriend: To remove someone as a "friend" on a social networking site such as Facebook&lt;br /&gt;10. Mall and store Santas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-3598271228577132621?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/3598271228577132621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=3598271228577132621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/3598271228577132621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/3598271228577132621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-weeks-quiz.html' title='This week&apos;s quiz!'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-465100544477815897</id><published>2009-11-30T14:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T14:55:27.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's good again!</title><content type='html'>I haven't watched a new Simpsons episode in probably 7 years or so.  They had gotten so dry and boring.  But my roomate was watching them last night when I walked in the living room.  I'd heard that the show had improved and was actually funny to watch again so I went ahead and sat down for a minute or two and watched.  It was fantastic, funny and engaging, like an old episode!  I was actually laughing out loud at the jokes, which probably hasn't happened in the last decade.  People are probably too preoccupied with how the show has fallen on hard times but I implore people to go see this reawakening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is amazing that writer's managed to take something so long running and stale and make it new and funny again.  Maybe someday I'll recapture that magic with my writing?  Unlikely but possible according to the Simpsons!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-465100544477815897?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/465100544477815897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=465100544477815897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/465100544477815897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/465100544477815897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-good-again.html' title='It&apos;s good again!'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-8542352212677868741</id><published>2009-11-27T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T11:50:37.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'>50 years...</title><content type='html'>In the last 48 hours it feels like my knees have aged 50 years.  I worked out hard twice on Wed. in anticipation of taking a day off Thursday, but I didn't count on my knees feeling like someone took a bat to them all yesterday and today.  They were so sore that yoga was quite difficult this morning for more reasons then just my inflexibility...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh sidebar! I snuck out of work for a couple hours this morning and went to a yoga class and it was fantastic.  I mean, I'm terrible at yoga, but I felt so much better afterwards.  And unlike some of the other places I've done yoga the instructor was nice enough to fix some of the  things I was doing wrong.  I feel so amped about it and I'm kinda trying to find ways to fit it into my schedule, which is unfortuantly cramped as is.  Hopefully I'll continue to do it some more since it's so good for me, I just have to figure out if I can take time away from wrestling/ju-jitsu or if I can sacrifice crossfit/weight-lifting time.  We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But back to my knees, I mean I work them hard as heck, but I don't understand why on some random thursday they decide to start acting up.  It was like painful walking around cooking yesterday and hopping down the stairs to my neighbors place.  I believe my next recourse is to work on them really hard this afternoon and tomorrow evening so that they feel better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-8542352212677868741?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/8542352212677868741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=8542352212677868741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/8542352212677868741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/8542352212677868741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2009/11/50-years.html' title='50 years...'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-7874093762096855562</id><published>2009-11-27T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T07:50:45.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving is a little different out here</title><content type='html'>So yesterday was Thanksgiving and I did it San Diego style, which is a tad different.  First of all I went jogging outside in the morning in shorts and a t-shirt.  Then I made pretzels for myself, my roomate, and my next door neighbors to eat all day while we prepared Thanksgiving dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After making pretzels and sometime in the second half of the terrible game between Green Bay and the Lions I went out and tried to surf but failed.  What I really ended up doing was sitting in the sun, warming myself like an aquatic lizard aboard a floating rock.  The waves were pretty brutal and lot os other people were surfing but I didn't do so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got home and we put the turkey in the oven, and sat outside in a t-shirt and jeans.  It was a little warm but I got through it.  Then at 4 we ate and everythign was really good thanks to my next door neighbor's amazing cooking ability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we sat and drank and watched football.  So I guess it's not that different.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-7874093762096855562?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/7874093762096855562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=7874093762096855562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/7874093762096855562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/7874093762096855562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving-is-little-different-out.html' title='Thanksgiving is a little different out here'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-6464798328983481030</id><published>2009-11-20T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T08:39:32.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paparazzi</title><content type='html'>I think I might title all my blog posts after Lady Gaga songs for the rest of the month.  Anyway, during ju-jitsu practice yesterday the instructor who was overseeing us going live was whistling "Paparazzi" while the group was all beating up on on one another.  It's only slightly distracting to be in the middle of trying to deprive a man of air so he can breathe when you hear someone whistling a pop song.  It's not even a manly pop song, and I know I shouldn't be talking since yes I have the Lady Gaga album, and yes I listen to it, I just don't do it when I'm trying to break someone's arm off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say I called him out and tried to get everyone singing a different song (YMCA), which sorta worked.  But it was really just a case of the song being stuck in his head and him being unable to stop whistling it.   So in honor of him, the next time I go spar I'm going to play disney's greatest hits while I try to pummel someone's face.  or even better, the next time I lift weights I'll start playing Ace of Base or the best of Britney Spears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-6464798328983481030?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/6464798328983481030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=6464798328983481030' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/6464798328983481030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/6464798328983481030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2009/11/paparazzi.html' title='Paparazzi'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-8059551769606516492</id><published>2009-11-19T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T10:04:34.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes you've got to find your own humor</title><content type='html'>Having a text discussion with a friend, and I amde a reference she didn't get (and I knew she wouldn't...sigh it was funny to me:&lt;br /&gt;Her: "Good to know, which only proves my point further..."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Germans love David hasselhoff?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish my head was filled with less nonsense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-8059551769606516492?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/8059551769606516492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=8059551769606516492' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/8059551769606516492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/8059551769606516492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2009/11/sometimes-youve-got-to-find-your-own.html' title='Sometimes you&apos;ve got to find your own humor'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-467111974861148782</id><published>2009-11-18T15:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T15:29:44.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Dance</title><content type='html'>I love dancing, I didn't always, but I do now, deal with it.  I'm not a terribly good dancer but I try very hard and I have no shame (shocker) so it all works out.  I like dancing because many times it's somewhat mindless, and you don't have to worry about work, or stress, or anything like that.  Infrequently you will have a night like I had Sunday night.  Just a great night of dancing with girls and one very attractive woman.  It's just a real rush to have people come up and dance with you, and it was bundles of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left early so there wasn't any drama and I didn't see any drunken hijinks or antics.  I did what I came to do and went home smiling because of several fun surprises.  The problem is, just like most things in life, when you have fun doing something you want to do it again as soon as possible.  The problem with going out and dancing is that it rarely goes down that way.  More often then not drama or drunkeness or stupidity gets in the way and ruins your fun.  I'm not sure I've ever had two episodes of going out and dancing be super successful and fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I've got this feeling of dread and excitement for this weekend.  The dread part is terrible because I should never go into an event dreading the outcome.  That's defeatist and bullshit, but it's also a pattern I've noticed in the almost 27 years of being me.  This weekend I'll be going out twice guarenteed, which is a ton for me.  At most I usually make it out once every third week.  So I'm excited for all the fun I had last time I went dancing, and I really do hope to have fun, but the odds aren't on my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and also, if you are engaged to a guy, and you come up to a guy in a club and basically rape/dance with me, that's messed up.  You shouldn't be dancing that naughty with some random dude in the club and then slip your ring on later.  That's broke and I feel bad for your husband to be.  Also the way you dance was scandelous but goddamn hot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-467111974861148782?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/467111974861148782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=467111974861148782' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/467111974861148782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/467111974861148782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-dance.html' title='Just Dance'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-493174658926385923</id><published>2009-11-16T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T12:17:05.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Judge me Based on my ipod</title><content type='html'>The following is a list of the only songs on my ipod for the last 3 weeks:&lt;br /&gt;American Boy - Estelle featuring Kayne West&lt;br /&gt;Help I'm Alive - Metric&lt;br /&gt;The entire album "The Fame" - Lady Gaga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it!  I should have my man card removed but to be fair I'm really lazy when it comes to loading songs from cds on there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-493174658926385923?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/493174658926385923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=493174658926385923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/493174658926385923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/493174658926385923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2009/11/dont-judge-me-based-on-my-ipod.html' title='Don&apos;t Judge me Based on my ipod'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-2106728939228596137</id><published>2009-11-16T11:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T12:06:11.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perfect Storm</title><content type='html'>Thusfar today I would like something to work like it is supposed to.  So far the following have failed to work:&lt;br /&gt;- My work e-mail account and roaming profile, both have failed to work today and need to be remapped.&lt;br /&gt;- My e-mail profile, I now have like 4 inboxes and 100000000 other folders, some archives hold some mail, some hold the rest of it, it's a little unclear where everything is and search takes 1000 years.&lt;br /&gt;- My profile on the new financial system at work...doesn't have all the roles or abilities I need and it keeps bugging out when I try to map to things.&lt;br /&gt;- The time keeping system at work is not working for me, apparently I cannot entire time and get paid, cool.&lt;br /&gt;- My penis, hasn't worked in years.&lt;br /&gt;- The IT budget system is apparently not working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it could only be worse if my car broke down and then my computer/iphone caught fire and then my tv blew up.  All of which I expect to have happened when I go home this evening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-2106728939228596137?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/2106728939228596137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=2106728939228596137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/2106728939228596137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/2106728939228596137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2009/11/perfect-storm.html' title='The Perfect Storm'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-7226096623139715210</id><published>2009-11-16T09:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T09:25:53.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone is going to get it</title><content type='html'>I don't know who and I don't know why, but I'm at this point where the next person who sets me off is going to be in trouble. It won't happen at work, but someone not at work is going to pay for others sins. They can't help it, they probably don't deserve it, they probably are innocent as far as it is concerned. But the next person who accidentally elbows me in ju-jitsu, or the next person who says something smart is going to not have a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask why, don't think that deserves has anything to do with it. It's pure pent up aggression on my part based on all kinds of things. It's pent up, and there's only so many months before I have to take it out. It's nothing personal man, just wrong place wrong time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-7226096623139715210?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/7226096623139715210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=7226096623139715210' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/7226096623139715210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/7226096623139715210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2009/11/someone-is-going-to-get-it.html' title='Someone is going to get it'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-5426563526090505032</id><published>2009-10-29T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T09:30:35.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This weeks quiz (I got 5/10)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Once again I'm bad at the details in the following quiz:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Good news for the Golden Arches as McDonald's profit climbed 6 percent in the third quarter and the company credited which product for the boost?&lt;br /&gt;Angus burgers&lt;br /&gt;Specialty coffees&lt;br /&gt;Value menu items&lt;br /&gt;All of the above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. What company has announced that Douglas Oberhelman, a 34-year veteran of the firm, will become the its new CEO, replacing Jim Owens, on July 1?&lt;br /&gt;Caterpillar&lt;br /&gt;Pfizer&lt;br /&gt;RCA&lt;br /&gt;Walgreens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. While the third-quarter drop in landline customers was expected, analysts anticipated AT&amp;amp;T would add about 1.5 million wireless subscribers. How many did the company actually add?&lt;br /&gt;500,000&lt;br /&gt;1 million&lt;br /&gt;2 million&lt;br /&gt;2.5 million&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Hoping it might be the perfect 10, Boston Beer Co., maker of Samuel Adams, will team up with brewery from what country to jointly produce a new craft beer to be marketed next spring with an alcohol content of 10 percent?&lt;br /&gt;Australia&lt;br /&gt;Canada&lt;br /&gt;Germany&lt;br /&gt;Ireland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. As unemployment rates rose last month in 23 states and fell in 19 as the economy struggled to create jobs in the early stages of recovery, which state had the highest unemployment rate at 15.3 percent?&lt;br /&gt;California&lt;br /&gt;Michigan&lt;br /&gt;Nevada&lt;br /&gt;Rhode Island&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. If you are in the market for a sports utility vehicle, Motor Trend Magazine would like to steer you in the direction of which SUV that it has picked as No. 1?&lt;br /&gt;Edge&lt;br /&gt;Forester&lt;br /&gt;Outback&lt;br /&gt;Pilot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. It was a soft soft drink market for Coca Cola but sales outside of the company's home turf of North America helped profit inch higher in the third quarter, although overall sales fell as the stronger dollar continued to take a toll on revenue. What percentage of Coca Cola's sales come from North America?&lt;br /&gt;One fifth&lt;br /&gt;One quarter&lt;br /&gt;One third&lt;br /&gt;One half &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Sun Microsystems says it plans eliminate up to how many jobs over the next year as it awaits a takeover by Oracle Corp.?&lt;br /&gt;1,000&lt;br /&gt;2,000&lt;br /&gt;3,000&lt;br /&gt;4,000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. Despite the fact that air traffic picked up in September, which airline announced a third quarter loss of $18 million?&lt;br /&gt;American&lt;br /&gt;Continental&lt;br /&gt;Delta&lt;br /&gt;United&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. Volkswagen has its eye on the prize, which would be No. 1 in world auto sales, as Toyota sputters. To this end, VW is planning to open a new plant in which U.S. state in 2011?&lt;br /&gt;Alabama&lt;br /&gt;North Carolina&lt;br /&gt;Oklahoma&lt;br /&gt;Tennessee &lt;/p&gt;Answers (Scroll over to see):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1. All of the above&lt;br /&gt;2. Caterpillar&lt;br /&gt;3. 2M&lt;br /&gt;4. Germany&lt;br /&gt;5. Michigan&lt;br /&gt;6. Outback&lt;br /&gt;7. 1/4&lt;br /&gt;8. 3,000&lt;br /&gt;9. Continental&lt;br /&gt;10. Tennessee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-5426563526090505032?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/5426563526090505032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=5426563526090505032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/5426563526090505032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/5426563526090505032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-weeks-quiz-i-got-510.html' title='This weeks quiz (I got 5/10)'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-6231614414378259419</id><published>2009-10-26T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T11:53:35.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Costume Yet</title><content type='html'>Boy I am really waiting till the last minute once again to figure out what I'm going to be.  At this point I'm seriously considering staying home and playing video games.  At this point I may go with zombie, since it's easy and I have to mangle a pair of jeans and a dress shirt.  Not too hard, easy to figure out, not cumbersome.  Yup sounds great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-6231614414378259419?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/6231614414378259419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=6231614414378259419' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/6231614414378259419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/6231614414378259419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-costume-yet.html' title='No Costume Yet'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-8703765459688264588</id><published>2009-10-23T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T08:34:08.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hush Now Sweet Prince</title><content type='html'>So there was a death in my family this last week and I'm a little broken up about it.  I knew this day would come and honestly I'm a little surprised it didn't happen sooner.  But it still leaves a void of emptiness in my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday afternoon October 18th my Bacardi glass died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to be too sad, he led a good life, being the glass that I used for mixing all my drinks since my junior year in college.  He'd been with me in the best of times, like when we would party with friends for whatever occasion, or have a few drinks before going out.  He was also there in the worst of times, like when I was so depressed that I would start drinking on a saturday night and instead of going out I would black out by myself.  But he was a good drink glass, and I'm going to miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was received as a promotional glass when I bought a bottle of bacardi during my junior year of college, during the height of the Bacardi and Cola marketing campaign, which coincided with a heavy rum drinking phase at the time.  He managed to survive my entire senior year of college, in which I used and abused him alot.  After college when I was still drinking pretty regularly on the weekends he was always there, surviving every spill, drop, dishwashing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last couple years as my alcohol consumption has dropped way down, but Bacardi was still there, acting as a water glass by my bedside, always keeping a vigilant watch over my not sleeping form.  Like a security blanket I knew he was always there to quench my thirst in the middle of the night.  And now he's gone and it's not the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end it was something minor that ended his life, he got tipped over on the counter while I was washing dishes.  And he shattered, laying there in several pieces like a prince of men who was just hit by a car, or a talking egg who fell from a wall.  I'll miss you buddy, but there will always be the memories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-8703765459688264588?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/8703765459688264588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=8703765459688264588' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/8703765459688264588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/8703765459688264588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2009/10/hush-now-sweet-prince.html' title='Hush Now Sweet Prince'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-5461120103780822258</id><published>2009-10-15T07:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T07:48:10.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Current Events</title><content type='html'>So someone in our office sends out a weekly quiz almost every thursday, it's ten questions, usually multiple choice and originally she was borrowing questions from "Are you smarter then a fifth grader?" Well I won the quiz about 7 weeks in a row so I'm now banned from winning which is comical because the quiz has changed from Fifth grade questions, to more current events stuff. Which I have very little eye for extreme details. Take this weeks quiz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. President Barack Obama won the Nobel Peace Prize for what the awarding committee said were "his extraordinary efforts to strengthen international diplomacy and cooperation between peoples." He becomes the fourth American president to be honored with the award; which of the following is NOT among them?&lt;br /&gt;Theodore Roosevelt&lt;br /&gt;Woodrow Wilson&lt;br /&gt;John F. Kennedy&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy Carter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The kidnapping at knifepoint of a four-day-old baby from its Nashville, Tenn., home ended happily when the infant was found three days later in neighboring Alabama. The mother of the child said the kidnapper had posed as a uniformed government official before pulling a knife and snatching the baby. What division of government?&lt;br /&gt;The Tennessee State Police&lt;br /&gt;The Inland Revenue Service&lt;br /&gt;The Nashville Police Department&lt;br /&gt;The U.S. Citizenship and Immigration Service&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A member of the French government, Frederic Mitterand, found himself in hot water when opponents surfaced a segment from a four-year-old autobiography in which he admitted he had paid for sex with young male prostitutes in Thailand. What position does he hold in the cabinet of President Nicolas Sarkozy?&lt;br /&gt;Justice minister&lt;br /&gt;Culture minister&lt;br /&gt;Education minister&lt;br /&gt;Minister of defense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Major League Baseball entered its postseason phase, but not before an extra game was played to decide the American League Central Division, which was tied between the Minnesota Twins and the Detroit Tigers after the regular season. The game was a back-and-forth, extra-innings thriller that ended in a 6-5 win for the Twins. In which inning did it end?&lt;br /&gt;10th&lt;br /&gt;11th&lt;br /&gt;12th&lt;br /&gt;13th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. After a five-month trial, the 85-year-old son of New York philanthropist and socialite Brooke Astor was found guilty of looting his Alzheimer's-ridden mother's estate, a verdict that could send him to jail for as many as 25 years. What is the son's name?&lt;br /&gt;Anthony Astor&lt;br /&gt;Vincent Astor, Jr.&lt;br /&gt;Anthony Marshall&lt;br /&gt;Philip Marshall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. NASA is known for its soft landings of men and spacecraft onto the moon. Not this time. The space agency deliberately smashed a rocket and satellite into the moon's south pole. For what reason?&lt;br /&gt;As part of a test to see if the same could be done on Mars&lt;br /&gt;To disturb the moon's surface and determine if there is any ice underneath&lt;br /&gt;To get rid of space junk that had been floating around the earth and threatening the International Space Station&lt;br /&gt;To destroy a Russian probe landed in the area in the Sixties that NASA feared was being used as a signaling device for nuclear missiles by Iran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Disgraced football player Michael Vick, just back in the National Football League after serving a prison sentence for running a dogfighting ring, landed a TV show that will highlight his life and his comeback with the Philadelphia Eagles. On what channel will it be shown?&lt;br /&gt;Fox&lt;br /&gt;Bravo&lt;br /&gt;TLC (The Learning Channel)&lt;br /&gt;BET (Black Entertainment Television)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. A museum in Lima, Peru, offered a no-questions-asked $2,000 reward after a body part was stolen from its version of the controversial "Bodies" exhibition, a collection of Chinese cadavers preserved through a process that replaces water in tissues with polymers. What part went missing?&lt;br /&gt;A lung&lt;br /&gt;A head&lt;br /&gt;A forearm&lt;br /&gt;A sexual organ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. American pianist and singer Harry Connick Jr. became red-faced with anger as he judged a talent show in which four white men in afro wigs and blackface sang and danced behind a Michael Jackson impersonator in whiteface as they did a Jackson 5 skit. In which country did the incident happen?&lt;br /&gt;Australia&lt;br /&gt;England&lt;br /&gt;Canada&lt;br /&gt;Ireland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. A Mideast man who bragged about his sex life -- including losing his virginity at 14 -- was sentenced to five years in jail and 1,000 lashes after being found guilty of transgressing morals laws. In what country was the sentence handed down?&lt;br /&gt;Iran&lt;br /&gt;Oman&lt;br /&gt;Yemen&lt;br /&gt;Saudi Arabia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's funny is I knew every single one of these stories, what I didn't know was the exact details. So I did poorly on this quiz (4/10) but I don't feel terrible because I at least know about the news. But then I got to thinking...Marty...what happened to your attention to detail. You used to be able to quote off the who/what/where/when/why of a story easily, and right now you can get the what and the why...2/5 is riding the Mendoza line, and that's never good. I guess I need to sharpen up on my current events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answers: (Scroll over them to see them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1. John F. Kennedy&lt;br /&gt;2. The U.S. Citizenship and Immigration Service&lt;br /&gt;3. Culture minister&lt;br /&gt;4. 12th&lt;br /&gt;5. Anthony Marshall&lt;br /&gt;6. To disturb the moon's surface and determine if there is any ice underneath&lt;br /&gt;7. BET (Black Entertainment Television)&lt;br /&gt;8. A lung&lt;br /&gt;9. Australia&lt;br /&gt;10. Saudi Arabia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-5461120103780822258?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/5461120103780822258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=5461120103780822258' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/5461120103780822258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/5461120103780822258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2009/10/current-events.html' title='Current Events'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-2569341812539783964</id><published>2009-09-25T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T12:35:31.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phew</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.rottentomatoes.com/guides/worst_of_the_worst/"&gt;Rotten Tomatoes came out with it's 100 worst movies of the decade.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look over that list and see a minefield of movies I have never seen.  Yes that's correct, the number of movies on that list that I've seen is zero.  As in none, not one.  I'd like to thank my brain for being smart enough to guide me away from these terrible movies.  Which is a remarkable feat considering how many bad movies I like from the 90's.  I'd like to thank myself for having much better judgement this decade then last, when I watch movies like Bio-Dome, and anything with Pauly Shore.  I just feel so relieved that I haven't paid or spent any time to watch any of these 100 movies.  Let's hope the next decade is just as successful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-2569341812539783964?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/2569341812539783964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=2569341812539783964' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/2569341812539783964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/2569341812539783964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2009/09/phew.html' title='Phew'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-2078737361309898626</id><published>2009-09-15T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T15:47:47.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There goes my Halloween idea</title><content type='html'>A couple weeks ago and friend and I were watching TV when that SNL skit about Chippendale's dancer's came on.  You know the one where it's Chris Farley and Patrick Swayze and they dance to "Working for the Weekend".  Then they decide to hire Swayze because he's got a "much much better body".  A light in my head went on and my friend and I talked about one of us being Patrick Swayze and one of us being Chris Farley and going around dressed like Chippendale's (I would be Farley by the way).  Unfortuantly due to the passing of Patrick Swayze we won't be able to do that costume.  I for one don't like to make jokes on the recently deceased, and also I refuse to do a costume that now everyone is going to try.  You'll probably see 50 Swayze's out there this year...or Michael Jackson's, or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well back to the drawing board.  Also I'm sorry Swayze died, "To Wong Foo Thanks for Everything, Julie Newmar" is my favorite Swayze movie although I like "The Adventures of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert" better.  Odd that the two best drag queen movies came out in back to back years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-2078737361309898626?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/2078737361309898626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=2078737361309898626' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/2078737361309898626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/2078737361309898626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2009/09/there-goes-my-halloween-idea.html' title='There goes my Halloween idea'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-7151511600841937498</id><published>2009-09-14T15:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T15:33:02.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I literally fell out of bed this morning</title><content type='html'>So in an effort to start my week off correctly this morning (monday) I stepped out of bed and fell flat on my face, which made a loud noise at about 5:15 this morning. I laid there for a few seconds after my crash to revel in the joy that was my life. The reason I fell was that my calf cramped up while doing ju-jitsu on saturday after I spent the morning running stairs at the convention center downtown. Muscle cramps leave your muscles destroyed for usually a couple of days afterward. So Sunday I had problems walking around because of my calf. If you don't use a muscle that has had a cramp you can't just go back into using it right away, and when I tried to use my calf to walk this morning I didn't do so very successfully.  Luckily nobody will know of my folly since I was by myself and I don't have to tell anyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-7151511600841937498?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/7151511600841937498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=7151511600841937498' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/7151511600841937498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/7151511600841937498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-literally-fell-out-of-bed-this.html' title='I literally fell out of bed this morning'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-2701084741681249211</id><published>2009-09-14T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T15:31:58.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"We're going to teach you to be rebels. Not with guns and daggers, but with science and technology."</title><content type='html'>Dr. Norman Borlaug Died&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite scientist of all time is Louis Pasteur, who's innovation and studies on immunization and the spread of germs have probably saved millions if not billions since his discoveries. But my second favorite scientist of all time is Norman Borlaug. A man who is directly responsible for saving somewhere between 250 million and 1 billion lives on this planet. Not too shabby. Dr. Borlaug developed semi-dwarf high-yield, disease-resistant wheat varieties notably in Mexico, India, and then Asia and Africa. He was responsible from turning Mexico into a nation that imported wheat in vast quantities, to a nation that was able to be self sufficient and even export wheat to other countries. In the mid-1960s, the Indian subcontinent was experiencing widespread famine and starvation despite the U.S. making emergency shipments of millions of tons of grain, including over one fifth of its total wheat, to the region. Due to Dr. Borlaug's work India and Pakistan went from dire famine, to being wheat self sufficient by 1974...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also wrote a hypothesis that was supposed to aid in the fight against deforestation, "increasing the productivity of agriculture on the best farmland can help control deforestation by reducing the demand for new farmland." There's some debate as to whether that holds true or not but it is a pretty powerful thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Borlaug was not without his critics, many dislike his cross-breeding of wheat for one thing, many also dislike that he brought large crop farming industry to countries that had previously relied on smaller subsistence farmers. Also that he helped huge US agribusiness companies make unseemly profits off the need of other nations and that his new farming techniques have led to greater irrigation problems and deforestations. I see both sides of the argument, but let me put it this way, the goal for him was to solve a problem, and for the time being he solved the shit out of that problem. That problem was to stem starvation and increase wheat yields in places in the world where people were quite literally starving to death. His cross-breeding and research have led to some of the largest countries in the world being able to have enough food to feed everyone in their country. The man best says it himself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Some of the environmental lobbyists of the Western nations are the salt of the earth, but many of them are elitists. They've never experienced the physical sensation of hunger. They do their lobbying from comfortable office suites in Washington or Brussels. If they lived just one month amid the misery of the developing world, as I have for fifty years, they'd be crying out for tractors and fertilizer and irrigation canals and be outraged that fashionable elitists back home were trying to deny them these things".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also had further concerns for the future, which are well justified: "Most people still fail to comprehend the magnitude and menace of the 'Population Monster' ... If it continues to increase at the estimated present rate of two percent a year, the world population will reach 6.5 billion by the year 2000. Currently, with each second, or tick of the clock, about 2.2 additional people are added to the world population. The rhythm of increase will accelerate to 2.7, 3.3, and 4.0 for each tick of the clock by 1980, 1990, and 2000, respectively, unless man becomes more realistic and preoccupied about this impending doom. The tick-tock of the clock will continually grow louder and more menacing each decade. Where will it all end?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many people can honestly say they left the world a much better place?  It's not too often you can stop and say, "Look at what he did, without him the world would be an exponentially worse place."  He certainly won't get all the press and accords of a Michael Jackson, but he should.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-2701084741681249211?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/2701084741681249211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=2701084741681249211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/2701084741681249211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/2701084741681249211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2009/09/dr-norman-borlaug-died.html' title='&quot;We&apos;re going to teach you to be rebels. Not with guns and daggers, but with science and technology.&quot;'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-2161517201732687402</id><published>2009-09-08T13:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T13:24:14.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Other Ride is Unmanned</title><content type='html'>As I was driving out of the parking lot at lunch time to go do ju-jitsu today I saw maybe my favorite bumper sticker of all time.  It said "My other ride is unmanned"  which for the majority of the population means jack.  But for the psuedo-science Navy inclined folks like myself, it's a cool bumper sticker.  I've spent no small amount of my career dealing with unmanned vehicles, whether they be air, water, or even land.  From the developmental research stages to depolyment some of the programs I've really been the financial analyst since inception till deployment.  So I was tickled pink when I saw the bumper sticker and I kinda want one now and there's like 100 people in the country who would laugh at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes my Navy finance jokes don't go over so well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-2161517201732687402?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/2161517201732687402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=2161517201732687402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/2161517201732687402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/2161517201732687402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-other-ride-is-unmanned.html' title='My Other Ride is Unmanned'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-9107228335188742337</id><published>2009-09-08T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T07:33:30.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I used to be good</title><content type='html'>I wonder if other people who write feel this way, but I read some of my old stuff from 2007/2008 and think it's much better/funnier then the crap I'm writing now.  I keep thinking I've grown as a person since then but how can that be true if my writing hasn't gotten any better and in fact has gotten significantly worse in my opinion.  Stupid salad days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-9107228335188742337?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/9107228335188742337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=9107228335188742337' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/9107228335188742337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/9107228335188742337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-used-to-be-good.html' title='I used to be good'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-1816966664110033034</id><published>2009-09-08T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T07:21:53.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Labour Day Weekend</title><content type='html'>You know how sometimes you get a long weekend and it's really productive?  Yeah I didn't manage to do that this weekend.  It wasn't totally worthless, I didn't rage the entire weekend, I just didn't accomplish anything other then generally trying to be a gentleman and going to the gym.  So while I had my lofty goals set to try and cure cancer, it is more likely that insread of shooting the moon down I just kinda managed o not infect the world with rabies.  So I didn't do anything good, just nothing too bad.  I danced alot, but didn't catch up on my reading.  I went to the store and my living room looks really nice now, but I didn't hang all the paintings I have in the house, I also didn't clean the whole place.  I didn't go out and eat junk food all weekend, but I didn't really eat healthy either although I cooked what I thought was a pretty good skirt steak for a BBQ on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all in all I'll give this weekend a C for accomplishments.  Also there's a joke in the title of this post, sometimes I think I'm so damn witty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-1816966664110033034?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/1816966664110033034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=1816966664110033034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/1816966664110033034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/1816966664110033034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2009/09/labour-day-weekend.html' title='Labour Day Weekend'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-2292064192773000391</id><published>2009-09-03T13:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T13:32:20.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back at it</title><content type='html'>For the 4th year I'll be writing a weekly college football column. It sucks and you'll actually get dumber reading it. But it can be found here:&lt;a href="http://www.fatkidmusings.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.fatkidmusings.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh real football.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-2292064192773000391?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/2292064192773000391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=2292064192773000391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/2292064192773000391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/2292064192773000391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2009/09/back-at-it.html' title='Back at it'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-2449067686212924395</id><published>2009-08-28T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T14:59:17.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I had a genie who would give me three wishes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;1) 32 Hours of uninterrupted blissful sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Maybe a sandwich of some kind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) The still beating heart of Jeff Gordan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375137548552750306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k4sYjyDqa54/SphTHyhZxOI/AAAAAAAAANg/7Cg7TU7FIdQ/s400/xhibit.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-2449067686212924395?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/2449067686212924395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=2449067686212924395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/2449067686212924395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/2449067686212924395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-i-had-genie-who-would-give-me-three.html' title='If I had a genie who would give me three wishes'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k4sYjyDqa54/SphTHyhZxOI/AAAAAAAAANg/7Cg7TU7FIdQ/s72-c/xhibit.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-6448711935079447356</id><published>2009-08-28T02:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T02:51:19.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Been Awhile</title><content type='html'>I think my heart has more or less shrivelled up and died.  It's been so damn long since I've been anything but alone it's kinda scary and depressing.  But I don't have the desire to be near someone and I completely balk at the chance to ask anyone out or do something social with a girl.  It sounds fucking dumb but I'm not sure I would have any idea what to do in a relationship anymore, I've been dating myself for so long.  I used to miss all the things you could do when you are in a relationship but now I don't even remember what those things were.  Most of all I certainly don't feel like having my heart trampled on again.  It's been years....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I haven't watched the Muppets in awhile, I'm not sure I'm ready to start doing that again either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-6448711935079447356?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/6448711935079447356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=6448711935079447356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/6448711935079447356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/6448711935079447356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2009/08/been-awhile.html' title='Been Awhile'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-3405769334166948115</id><published>2009-08-19T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T08:20:33.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flash Gordon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So I watched Flash Gordon this weekend late at night. It's a fantastic movie (if you are in to campy sci-fi, although it's representing the comic book so it's not really campy, whatever) and when I was bored last night I looked at imdb to figure out what all the actors who were in it were doing now. That's when I chanced upon this brilliant review, which rated the movie 10 stars:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Dino DeLaurentiis' Flash Gordon is one of those rare movies that captures the imagination of the viewer, and doesn't let go until the final moments. It truly has everything you could ever want in a movie: compelling plot (the QB of the New York Jets has approximately 24 hours to save the Earth from total annihilation), violence, gore, great acting (Timothy Dalton, Brian Blessed, Max Von Sydow), action (the "Football Fight" in Ming's palace), drama, sexual situations (Princess Aura seducing Flash in her rocket, Dale Arden in Ming's bedroom), and babes (Ornella Muti as Princess Aura, and Melody Anderson as Dale Arden.) What more can you ask for in a movie? Nothing, I tell you, NOTHING!!! Actually, having read other comments elsewhere, I am extremely disappointed in the almost universal panning of the 2 leads, Sam J. Jones and Melody Anderson. These two fine actors put forth a masterful performance, and made you really believe the situations their characters found themselves in. I can't speak highly enough of their abilities, as they were never as good in anything else than they were here. Flash Gordon is the greatest movie of all-time- it has to be the greatest ever, because I wouldn't watch a movie over 300 timess if it wasn't. You think I'm kidding, but I'm deadly serious. The first time I saw it in the theater- 18 years ago- I was hooked for life. Please, whatever you do, watch this movie over and over- you'll be glad you did. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's fucking great. He'll save every one of us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k4sYjyDqa54/SowYLIuzMLI/AAAAAAAAANY/L29mqX0tnhA/s1600-h/flash_gordon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371695035147563186" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k4sYjyDqa54/SowYLIuzMLI/AAAAAAAAANY/L29mqX0tnhA/s400/flash_gordon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-3405769334166948115?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/3405769334166948115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=3405769334166948115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/3405769334166948115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/3405769334166948115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2009/08/flash-gordon.html' title='Flash Gordon'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k4sYjyDqa54/SowYLIuzMLI/AAAAAAAAANY/L29mqX0tnhA/s72-c/flash_gordon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-6530687604835416969</id><published>2009-08-14T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T11:12:30.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quits? No way!</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I get caught up in the routine of life pretty hard.  For the last two months or so I've been in a steady stream of work/gym/work/gym.  I realized at some point last week that I hadn't taken a rest day at all since I went back to DC for my friend's wedding (althought I did drive up to LA one afternoon after the gym).  The reason I was forced to realize this is that my body had ultimately told me in some not so subtle ways that it was a little worn out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I hate though is when I get into a schedule like that and I miss out on other aspects of life.  It's frustrating when you don't take advantage of things around you and your life wholely revolves around 1 or 2 things.  In my case I forget about things like family, friends, dating, going out, hobbies, etc.   Well to be fair I always miss out on dating, but the rest of it holds pretty true.  It is so frustrating some times that it makes me re-evaluate where I'm at and what I'm doing.  When your mind is focused it can be a wonderful thing, when it's focused too closely on things you definitely run the risk of becoming too insular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly in terms of hobbies I need less of those, because I already have too much stuff.  So I'm getting rid of at least three things!  I'm thinking gunnery, party liquor, and masterbation but we'll see about that.  Or maybe just the opposite, maybe I need to pick up more hobbies!  Maybe I should take up model trains or some kind of death sport.  Mmm death sports sound fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-6530687604835416969?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/6530687604835416969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=6530687604835416969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/6530687604835416969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/6530687604835416969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2009/08/quits-no-way.html' title='Quits? No way!'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-5845763298664526519</id><published>2009-08-12T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T18:28:11.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where does the time go?</title><content type='html'>I feel like all I ever do now is work or work out at the gym.  I moved to a completely new place and it's awesome and I've spent like 10 hours there in this month of August.  I even got new furniture and still haven't had time to clean up the rest of my house or find a roomate.  I wish I seriously had more hours in the day, it would be so helpful and life would be less frustrating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-5845763298664526519?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/5845763298664526519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=5845763298664526519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/5845763298664526519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/5845763298664526519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2009/08/where-does-time-go.html' title='Where does the time go?'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-4265158528755405718</id><published>2009-07-27T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T13:38:15.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Traffic is confusing</title><content type='html'>I was driving home late last night from my friend's house after spending the afternoon with him and his family.  It was darn near 9 when I actually got on the road.  The drive from LA to San Diego is actually pretty nice proivided there is no traffic, sadly there was tons of traffic which doesn't make any sense to me.  Even more perplexing was the solid wall of cars coming the other way, barely any gaps in the army of headlights, I wish I could have taken a picture there was so much traffic.  I don't understand why on a sunday night at 9+PM there is so much traffic going between the two cities, it was bad enough that I didn't once even consider using the cruise control.  What are you people doing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-4265158528755405718?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/4265158528755405718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=4265158528755405718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/4265158528755405718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/4265158528755405718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2009/07/traffic-is-confusing.html' title='Traffic is confusing'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-6043076651292281663</id><published>2009-07-27T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T13:34:41.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A standard Saturday</title><content type='html'>I really had a fantastic time this last saturday, and I was sooooo tired after just the first part of the day, what follows is a timeline:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:00 AM - Arrive at the gym, start running on the treadmill, do 2.5 miles&lt;br /&gt;8:30 AM - Begin helping teach the UCSD wrestling team practice, we focused on catch wrestling stuff and then went live.&lt;br /&gt;9:30 AM - Help Cosmoe (fighter getting ready for a fight in a couple weeks) work through some wrestling technique, wrestled live (the most fun).&lt;br /&gt;10:05 AM- Try not to stare at girl I think is really attractive who's waiting in the lobby area (I don't do well at this)&lt;br /&gt;10:15 AM - Went up to the sauna to try and get some blood into Cosmoe's aching elbows&lt;br /&gt;10:45 AM - Did a crossfit workout with Cosmoe that focused solely on legs since we wanted to rest aching elbow joints, this consisted of:&lt;br /&gt;5 rounds&lt;br /&gt;25 Box jumps/Lunges with weight while the other person completes the box jumps&lt;br /&gt;15 hamstring extensions each leg with weight (unquestionably the worst part and the reason I'm most sore today)&lt;br /&gt;25 Squat jumps&lt;br /&gt;11:30 AM - Cool down with shoulder stretches.&lt;br /&gt;12:00 PM - Return home and shower&lt;br /&gt;12:30 PM - Ride bike to Pacific Beach boardwalk with roomate, set-up and play beach volleyball in the sun.  I need to practice more.&lt;br /&gt;4:00 PM - Legs completely shot from playing volleyball after workouts, bike ride home and shower&lt;br /&gt;4:30 PM - Throw in a load of laundry and do some work at home.&lt;br /&gt;5:45 PM - realize that one of the neighbors kids opened the door to the dryer I was using, I have to wait to finish this load before I go anywhere as I don't have any clean underwear.&lt;br /&gt;6:05 PM - Drive over to Cory's house, pick-up Cory and drive to Balboa Park for MMA fights, Total Combat 34.&lt;br /&gt;6:35 PM - Arrive at Balboa, Park next to the zoo parking lot, get told that our hook-up can't get us in for free like previously discussed.&lt;br /&gt;6:45 PM - Cory, Dave and I take our seats in the outdoor arena, the fights aren't supposed to start for 45 minutes.  As time goes by more folks from Throwdown take seats around us.&lt;br /&gt;8:15 PM - Fights start, 45 minutes late, I just now realize I've had literally no solid food all day.&lt;br /&gt;9:45 PM - Cory, Dave, Lou, and I all leave after watching Mark win his fight, we head downtown to Basic for pizza, after waiting for a table we get seated and I devour the salad and pizza, it tastes amazing but considering it was the first thing I ate all day that's not too much of a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;11:00 PM - Head over to Hard Rock on the way we see a guy in a full Superman outfit, Lou knows the bouncer so we skip the line and get right in.  I try to start dancing but my body is too tired to really do much.&lt;br /&gt;11-2AM - Shenanagins, eventually my legs loosen up after I keep stretching.  Girls is crazy, I don't drink because I'm so tired and driving.  Some asian guy threatens Cory because his "girlfriend" tries to molest Cory.&lt;br /&gt;2:40 AM - Arrive home after driving Cory home, I watch the Shaq comedy special, it's hilarious.  After about an hour I try and fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all in all it was a pretty uneventful saturday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-6043076651292281663?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/6043076651292281663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=6043076651292281663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/6043076651292281663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/6043076651292281663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2009/07/standard-saturday.html' title='A standard Saturday'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-1541415450203574502</id><published>2009-07-23T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T10:46:50.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This may seem incredibly stupid to most people, but I live too far from the beach. I live a whole 8 or so blocks from the beach, and I want to live closer, so I'm moving 1 block from the beach so I don't have to deal with the hassle of a 5 minute bike ride. Life is very difficult out here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4sYjyDqa54/SmihKBralnI/AAAAAAAAAM4/T818oZzAP9Q/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361712550005872242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4sYjyDqa54/SmihKBralnI/AAAAAAAAAM4/T818oZzAP9Q/s400/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a shot from the outside, inside the complex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361713054247520274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k4sYjyDqa54/SmihnYH_iBI/AAAAAAAAANQ/f1GC1dFppSk/s400/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is a picture of the place from the sidewalk.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361712573572924082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k4sYjyDqa54/SmihLZePQrI/AAAAAAAAANI/tIvpzcIt3qg/s400/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Here's a picture from inside the living room (the place is being repainted and the floors are being redone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361712564791892562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4sYjyDqa54/SmihK4wrWlI/AAAAAAAAANA/08rOeNrpyxc/s400/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally this is a look from the sidewalk to the beach.  1 block.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-1541415450203574502?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/1541415450203574502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=1541415450203574502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/1541415450203574502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/1541415450203574502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2009/07/moving.html' title='Moving'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4sYjyDqa54/SmihKBralnI/AAAAAAAAAM4/T818oZzAP9Q/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-1816410922359076470</id><published>2009-07-06T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T10:46:43.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BBQ</title><content type='html'>Let it be known by all that when I throw a cookout I grill more food then can be eaten by those in attendance.  At no time will I let you stop eating to rest, you will consume all meat or meat like products until completely full.  Then leftrovers will be consumed for days.  Also if I feel you are sandbagging it on the amount of food eaten I'll get on your case.  Everyone has thus been forwarned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to hit most animals in the meat selection yesterday.  Burgers, pork tenderloin (which were great), chicken and apple sausages, hotdogs, and turkey breasts.  Also the mango curry marinade was great on the turkey breasts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-1816410922359076470?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/1816410922359076470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=1816410922359076470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/1816410922359076470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/1816410922359076470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2009/07/bbq.html' title='BBQ'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-7315450207797092968</id><published>2009-07-02T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T07:48:35.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh also I domnated that database</title><content type='html'>I couple of weeks ago I was having fits with the database.  I tried 170000000 different ways to make it work.  When it was all said and done and I'd done all theis reprogramming, and calculating, and scheming, it turns out that it wasn't working because of a data entry error.  A simple run through the front end of the data showed me that people had input data incorrectly and I couldn't see it from the background information.  I should have checked that first, but other people are supposed to check that, but I should have done it as well.  Ironically after spending 5 days trying to find a programming solution to the error, 5 minutes looking at the front end of the database netted me both the problem and the solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I'll look back on this years from now and laugh...or cry...As penance for my stupidity I later went and got beat up at the gym.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-7315450207797092968?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/7315450207797092968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=7315450207797092968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/7315450207797092968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/7315450207797092968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-also-i-domnated-that-database.html' title='Oh also I domnated that database'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-4650041856446240357</id><published>2009-07-02T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T07:42:08.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take that America</title><content type='html'>So for the past couple of weeks I've been pretty confident that I was going to have to work some or all of the holiday weekend.  Budget season is in full swing and I've spent the last 4 weekends at work for some amount of time.  Pretty lame huh?  But today it looks like I'll be able to finish all the things that need to be submitted on monday today!  Which means I may have the weekend off! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem being that I have no plans for the weekend.  I assumed for a month that I would be working this weekend and I'm shocked to figure out that I won't be.  Now what the heck do I do with myself?  I guess I'll need to figure out some kind of barbeque or get together, but I'll still be pretty fried from work.  People will say I look tired or I won't be talking to folks because I'll be thinking about work.  So basically what I'm saying is I wish I were working this weekend instead of looking like the total social reject I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-4650041856446240357?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/4650041856446240357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=4650041856446240357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/4650041856446240357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/4650041856446240357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2009/07/take-that-america.html' title='Take that America'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-3761827254595767896</id><published>2009-06-18T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T14:31:12.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost!</title><content type='html'>As a general rule I'm lost in so many more ways then one.  But today in particular I'm lost in dealing with the Access database I maintain at work.  You see I've been trying to fix all these forms and such to match the new years of the budget were trying to do, which is all pretty droll, and I thought I had it all down.  But there is one particular section which I didn't fix or change and now it doesn't work.  At first I assumed the reports associated with that particular form were broken and needed to be updated, but I learned that the reports are now fixed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I didn't know was that the root of the problem was really the searh function in that form.  The search function is allowing the reports to correctly populate some data, but not others.  For example, the search will work for "4A1M" which is one of our line items, but not for "4A6M"...I can't imagine what possible trick there is that one character difference is causing problems.  So the search function is kindof working, but I'm not sure what the problem is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I'm lost is that I thought I had the solution to the problem locked down, and now realized that not only did I not, but that I didn't even know the problem to begin with.  And now that I've found the problem I have to go back and find what's causing it, so really I'm not only back to step one, I'm back to step zero, and my shoes have caught on fire.  It's like if you were trying to bake a cake, and you thought you knew what was preventing your cake from working, but now you figured out that the ingrediants were wrong and you don't have the ones you need.  Not only do you not have the correct ingrediants but you can't buy them and you have to start growing the grain to make the flour and you have no idea how to farm.  That's where I'm at right now, looking up books on what kind of chickens I need on my farm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-3761827254595767896?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/3761827254595767896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=3761827254595767896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/3761827254595767896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/3761827254595767896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2009/06/lost.html' title='Lost!'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-6216862214978566277</id><published>2009-06-12T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T09:50:48.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My conscience also hurts</title><content type='html'>On the way out of the gym last night I got into a situation where instead of waiting to exit the gym after talking to some people at the front desk, I darted in front of this woman trying to leave.  It bothered me quite a bit because it was rude, and there was no reason for it, I wasn't in a hurry or anything like that.  I did it because I thought I was in her way but really I got more in her way by jumping in front of her.  She did say, "get out of my way!" in a playful manner and we joked about it very quickly. However, it really made me feel the need to apologize and bothered me to the point of distraction on the drive home.  I was seriously so upset at myself that I almost caused an accident or two on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time I see her I'll apologize, and she's at the gym pretty regularly because she teaches yoga and some of the fitness classes.  I'm sure she'll probably think I'm weird and most likely won't even remember it, but it bothers me that I acted in a manner I consider rude.  Sometimes I stress over the smallest moments for an inordinate amount of time.  Cest la vie I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-6216862214978566277?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/6216862214978566277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=6216862214978566277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/6216862214978566277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/6216862214978566277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-conscience-also-hurts.html' title='My conscience also hurts'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-7323712320238212945</id><published>2009-06-12T09:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T09:39:35.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Shoulders Hurt</title><content type='html'>When I was doing ju-jitsu last night I realized that both my shoulders felt like they had daggers sticking into them.  Not too much fun.  I know when I hurt the left shoulder, that was on monday when I was wrestling, and then it was reaggrevated on Wednsday when I was doing a &lt;a href="http://www.frankickedmyass.blogspot.com/"&gt;cross-fit workout&lt;/a&gt;. But I don't remember hurting my right shoulder.  Which brings me to my point, I suffer alot of injuries that I don't really remember happening.  They aren't really injuries so much as bumps and or bruises, and they don't really slow me down too much, they just tend to be annoying.  For example, my shoulders were very much in pain yesterday, but I still did ju-jitsu, I ddi balk at wrestling because they hurt so much but it didn't stop me from training.  Sometimes it's funny because I'll come up limping or something similar on every day of the week, and I can't explain it when co-workers ask about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When one of your past times (pretty much my only past time as of late) is training to fight by throwing other large men around or hitting other large men, or beating up children (my favorite), it's probably to be expected that there will be soime wear and tear.  It just seems like your mind should be more accountable to your body so that you remember how and when you hurt yourself.  Practicing chokes is the best, becuase the next morning you wake up and it seems like you have a sore throat from a cold but really it's your neck and throat reacting to the large men who tried to deprive the brain of oxygen and blood the night before....good times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-7323712320238212945?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/7323712320238212945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=7323712320238212945' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/7323712320238212945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/7323712320238212945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-shoulders-hurt.html' title='My Shoulders Hurt'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-3911549076505292799</id><published>2009-06-02T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T13:24:33.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Antagonist MMA</title><content type='html'>So one of the reason my posting has declined (other then my being lazy and smelling bad). Is that I've been busy at work. Not my normal work, but my other work. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.antagonistmma.com/"&gt;http://www.antagonistmma.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend and I launched a new MMA apparel company and I'm in charge of running our news site ( &lt;a href="http://www.blog.antagonistmma.com/"&gt;http://www.blog.antagonistmma.com/&lt;/a&gt;). I've got a coupel of fantastic writers working for me and if you have any interest in MMA you should read their stuff, it's really fantastic. Also feel free to buy a t-shirt.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342828182316998306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k4sYjyDqa54/SiWJ7J7zXqI/AAAAAAAAAMg/DeJeZxckgD4/s400/antagonist.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4sYjyDqa54/SiWKZt6nqJI/AAAAAAAAAMo/kcpnTB93BuU/s1600-h/angel.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342828707371788434" style="WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4sYjyDqa54/SiWKZt6nqJI/AAAAAAAAAMo/kcpnTB93BuU/s400/angel.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-3911549076505292799?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/3911549076505292799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=3911549076505292799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/3911549076505292799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/3911549076505292799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2009/06/antagonist-mma.html' title='Antagonist MMA'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k4sYjyDqa54/SiWJ7J7zXqI/AAAAAAAAAMg/DeJeZxckgD4/s72-c/antagonist.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-6427957439098906114</id><published>2009-06-02T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T13:10:20.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What do they do with the pennies?</title><content type='html'>On my second time through the Detroit airport a couple weeks ago I saw that they had drained one of the beautiful fountains in the middle of the airport.  The fountain was covered in spare change that people had thrown in there for good luck.  I mean every square inch was hidden by an overlapping pile of coins.  One of the unlucky janitors was busy shopvacc'ing all of the change inch by inch.  There must have been a couple hundred dollars worth of change all told and I wondered three things.  First, how many shop vac containers worth of change was there.  And second who gets to keep the money? Third, how often do they have to clean out that fountain for money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideally it would go one of two places.  Either to the janitorial staff, as kind of an unannounced bonus, or to some kind of charity.  I would be very very upset if that money somehow got eaten up by the corporat emachine to pay executive salaries.  I'm almost sure there's some plan for the coins, I just hope it's a good one because the karma behind taking what people used to wish for luck, and spending it in a terrible way is pretty darn reprehensible.  It's like stealing money from the church collection funds, or selling flowers outside of SPAWAR under the pretense of raising money for leukemia research and pocketing it.  And then having Marty take those flowers he bought and giving them to the girls at the front desk of the gym because he had nothing else to do with them....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-6427957439098906114?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/6427957439098906114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=6427957439098906114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/6427957439098906114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/6427957439098906114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-do-they-do-with-pennies.html' title='What do they do with the pennies?'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-5715274367886311335</id><published>2009-06-02T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T09:28:02.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brutal workouts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I don't often link too many other sites or blogs, but today I'm going to point out one that is damn cool:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.frankickedmyass.blogspot.com/"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; is where one of the Cross-fit trainers from the gym I belong to posts that day's workout. I don't ever attend the class, mostly because it's hard to fit into my schedule. But I do try and do at least three of the workouts a week and they are just stellar. So if you're willing to put yourself through some pretty damn intense workouts, that's a good place to look for some unconventional ones. Have fun!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346478564300837586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 51px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k4sYjyDqa54/SjKB7WhkUtI/AAAAAAAAAMw/lxUTV4vvWac/s400/tect1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The link is this if you can't get it out of the text:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.frankickedmyass.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.frankickedmyass.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-5715274367886311335?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/5715274367886311335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=5715274367886311335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/5715274367886311335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/5715274367886311335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2009/06/brutal-workouts.html' title='Brutal workouts'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k4sYjyDqa54/SjKB7WhkUtI/AAAAAAAAAMw/lxUTV4vvWac/s72-c/tect1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-8367346105857594796</id><published>2009-05-22T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T12:24:38.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plane Karma</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure why but on my recent trip to DC I was seated directly adjacent to small children on each of the four legs of my trip.  Either directly behind me or right in front of me.  Whatever the case I was forced to listen to a great deal of crying and plenty of temper tantrums.  I even had to endure two 4+ hour flights with a child kicking the back of my chair for prety much the whole way.  So I'm not sure exactly what I did to deserve that, but apparently the deity that runs plane karma decided that it was my turn to pay for some variety of discretion I must have earned.  I must have pissed off a stewardess or caused someone sitting next to me to brush up against my knee.  So I'm infinitely sorry for whatever I did, hopefully I've paid my penance by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never once was mad at the kids or mad at the parents for their inability to control said children.  I figure that number one, at some point I was a small child on a plane and therefore must have done some of the same things (except kicking seats).  Number two I can't imagine a more boring place for a young child than being stuck on a plane for more then an hour.  Although it was annoying and uncomfortable getting kicked in the lower back by someone who is 1/10th my size, I felt bad for the small kids, and marvelled at the fact that somehow I managed to have to sit very near to them for every single flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time I better get to sit next to someone really interesting, or a really attractive girl (which is interesting...to me).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-8367346105857594796?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/8367346105857594796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=8367346105857594796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/8367346105857594796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/8367346105857594796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2009/05/plane-karma.html' title='Plane Karma'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-7205566137356853021</id><published>2009-05-22T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T10:52:44.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dell you're pissing me off</title><content type='html'>So my laptop's video card died on sunday.  Which is a shame because apparently once those go they are very hard to replace.  Most of the video cards on laptops (specifically dell) are built into the mother board and therefore if they don't work (like mine doesn't) you are effectively boned.  I really like my laptop and if it can't be repaired, which appears to be the case, then I need a new computer.  So I decided to buy a new desktop, which would be easy except for a few things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The really awesome computer I want to buy which will run me about $2500 doesn't come with a wireless card pre-installed...Which is fucking bullshit since running a wire upstairs is not a possibility.  But I can buy a less nice and less expensive but less cool computer for $1800 with a wireless card installed...what the shit.  If I'm buying the top of the line computer I want I shouldn't have to break open the case to install a wireless router right off the go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Dell's website freezes up randomly, so going through the whole building process can be wasted randomly and you have to start over.  Dell wants my money because they hard wired the melty video cards into the mother board, but they don't want my money because they refuse to allow me to buy a computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Upgrade options are inconsistant and damned frustrating when it comes to comparing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so pissed but I need a computer and I like Dell's, I just don't like all the fucked up hoops I have to go through to get a new computer and I really don't like having to replace my laptop because I loved that computer and wanted to be with it forever even though it's 4 years old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-7205566137356853021?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/7205566137356853021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=7205566137356853021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/7205566137356853021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/7205566137356853021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2009/05/dell-youre-pissing-me-off.html' title='Dell you&apos;re pissing me off'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-4612208542743113971</id><published>2009-05-12T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T10:13:58.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to get serious</title><content type='html'>So in talking with a bunch of the coaches at the gym they seem to think that I would be a better fit fighting at 205 rather then heavyweight.  Which sucks because I've really trimmed up lately, and yet I haven't lost any weight even though I've been told I'm noticibly smaller...So what that means, is that I have to go on an all out weight blitz.  I weigh 260 right now and I would need to get to 220 so that I could cut 15 lbs of water weight for 205.  Seems tough but it will probably be good for me.  Also the coaches are absolutely correct, I don't have the body type to fight at heavyweight, I don't have the reach etc.  So we'll see if I can make this cut and learn to punch and we'll find out what happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-4612208542743113971?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/4612208542743113971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=4612208542743113971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/4612208542743113971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/4612208542743113971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2009/05/time-to-get-serious.html' title='Time to get serious'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-1501912300233310468</id><published>2009-05-11T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T13:11:31.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boxing is an Art</title><content type='html'>Boxing, the sweet science, the sport of Kings etc etc.  Over the past few months I've been learning how to box and kickbox little by little and it is the most technical sport I've ever participated in.  Throwing punches in boxing is more difficult and precise than any golf swing, in fact that's exactly what it reminds me of, is golf.  With both you have to pay attention to so many parts of your body it seems almost impossible.   A casual observer might just think that boxing is two people going in to clobber one another, but lace up the gloves one time and you'll know that's not the case.  Anyone who just throws haymakers at people in a boxing ring is going to get knocked out by someone who boxes. I have spent probably close to 70 hours boxing in the last 5 months, and I'm still such a novice.  I spent saturday morning with a coach who continues to break down and redesign all of my punches, not to mention my kicks.  It is entirely frustrating and yet it can be such a great feeling when you actually do something well (which just like in golf, is rare).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Power and speed are important in boxing, but both power and speed benifit greatly from form and technical style, in fact they are wasted without proper form.  It is difficult to explain but in every punch thrown, and especially with every punch defended there is an art and grace.  When you throw a punch, it isn't just about pushing your fist out there, your legs, feet, back, head, shoulders, it all gets involved.  I swear as I was learning on Saturday morning, and Tony was yelling at me telling me I was bad and all the things I needed to do, it made me feel like I was back taking lessons with a golf instructor.  Sure I was a little bit sweaty, and Tony was much more R rated in his insults, but the thought and process of it all was the same, except I'm trying to hit some guy in the face rather then hit a ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boxing is seriously an art, and when I box it is like a child's finger painting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-1501912300233310468?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/1501912300233310468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=1501912300233310468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/1501912300233310468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/1501912300233310468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2009/05/boxing-is-art.html' title='Boxing is an Art'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-1900670132887578097</id><published>2009-05-11T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T12:34:57.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who you gonna call?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;mmmm sacrilicious&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334652104045849794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k4sYjyDqa54/Sgh90w3xbMI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/3D8p3ZfgauE/s400/ghostbusters.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-1900670132887578097?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/1900670132887578097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=1900670132887578097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/1900670132887578097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/1900670132887578097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2009/05/who-you-gonna-call.html' title='Who you gonna call?'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k4sYjyDqa54/Sgh90w3xbMI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/3D8p3ZfgauE/s72-c/ghostbusters.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-2330466027556547979</id><published>2009-05-11T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T12:32:19.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Watching Movies</title><content type='html'>It's a hot time of the year for movies, and I've gone to see two movies that opened in the last two weekends for the first time maybe ever.  I've limited my movie-going experience to once or twice a year in the last 4 or 5 years, so the idea of actually attending two movies on consecutive opening weekends is alien (haha).  I saw Wolverine and Star Trek and enjoyed both immensely, although my wallet wasn't as thrilled.  In addition to actually seeing these movies I actually did something I rarely have done in the past, tracked and looked forward to the release of both movies.  I did this for the Watchmen earlier but prior to that almost never.  I waited for the release of Wolverine because I knew that if I didn't see it right away then I wouldn't see it in theatres, because Star Trek would come out.  I knew that if I procrastinated on Star Trek then I would miss Terminator when it comes out.  It was a slippery slope and thusfar I've stayed on top of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie schedule was so strange this year, at least 6 movies that I want to see, starting earlier with Watchmen, and then Wolverine, Star Trek, Terminator, then G.I. Joe and finally Transformers 2.  I also kinda want to see 'The Hangover' but I probably won't.  I will likely miss at least two out of these other 3 movies as well, probably Transformers and G.I. Joe.  So unlike me to plan to see movies though.  I wonder if this is all the excitement I have in old age, is planning what I'm going to see this weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-2330466027556547979?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/2330466027556547979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=2330466027556547979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/2330466027556547979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/2330466027556547979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2009/05/watching-movies.html' title='Watching Movies'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-4477084523610791079</id><published>2009-05-11T12:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T12:21:51.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Travel is a Lame Plot Device</title><content type='html'>So I saw the new Star Trek Movie on Friday, and it was fantastic.  Yes I didn't like that they basically wiped out all of the history of Star Trek, and yes I think that Star Trek relies on Time travel way too much to fix plots.  But overall I liked the movie, it was colorful and fun and worth the time sitting in the theatre...Although the couple who brought their infant and 3 year old and sat next to me can die in a fire.  Something is f'd up when your infant starts crying during the most dramatic moment of the movie (the crying was as predictable as my love of ruit smoothies).  Also when your 3 year old child, who keeps complaining and jumping around and kicking the godamn seats, won't stop being distracting it's time to hire a babysitter and realize what is and isn't appropriate for kids to watch.  But that aside I liked the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did annoy me a little bit is that the director opted for the much too common "spin the camera around during action sequences" method of filming.  This is nausea inducing since sometimes it makes what I'm sure are wonderfully choreographed but you would never know since the camera moves too fast.  One scene actually did make me feel a little dizzy when they refused to keep a steady camera.  It's annoying and I'm sure all these directors are doing it for a reason but honestly it makes me want to punch you in the face when you take all the time to set up these dazzling backgrounds and then you attach a camera to the back of a squirrel who is being chased by a fox and that's how you shoot action scenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yes I liked Star Trek, and I would recommend it to anyone who can handle the fact that Star Trek seems so devoid of new ideas that they have to have time travel in every movie to make the plot work.  Hey they rebooted James Bond without having to bring time travel into it, how about you take a clue Star Trek.  Also the guy playing Dr. McCoy was a little much, it's a reboot not an impersonation...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-4477084523610791079?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/4477084523610791079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=4477084523610791079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/4477084523610791079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/4477084523610791079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2009/05/time-travel-is-lame-plot-device.html' title='Time Travel is a Lame Plot Device'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-4824228886067706482</id><published>2009-04-30T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T13:25:59.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Full</title><content type='html'>So my co-worker and I rolled up to Hodad's which is in the shops area of Ocean Beach within sight of the ocean.  We got there at maybe 10 after 11 and were one of the first few people in the door.  The wait staff was really on the ball, and the place filled up roughly 10 minutes after we got there.  We sat right by the open window at the front of the place so that we could see the street and have a breeze when we ate lunch.  There were license plates all over the interior as well as several surfboards hanging all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a basket of Frings, which is fries and onion rings, and were unable to finish the basket (that came with 2 sides of ranch).  Our burgers came out and when I lifted up the tiny package of this burger it felt like it weighed 5 lbs.  I looked at the burger and was concerned that my jaw might not be big enough at first.  This was a single cheeseburger, I can't imagine how large a double would be, quite likely jawbreaking proportions.  The burger was very good, I don't know about top 5 in the country, but it was very good.  But what was better then the burger was the vegetables on said burger.  The two slices of tomato were huge (as large as the hamburger patty) and fresh, I would be very challenged to find tomato that fresh.  The onion was equally as large and fresh as the tomato and so the entire burger was like it had 3 patties, just not all meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finishing my burger, which I did very quickly since 1) I was very hungry and 2) I didn't want to make a mess so I ate it fast so as not to make a mess, I was as full as I've ever been.  But I didn't have that overwhelmingly disgusting feeling you normally have after eating something so big.  I actually felt pretty content because of the freshness of it all and the lack of grease. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The overall experience of the place was well worth it, and we got there just in time before the real lunch rush. I am going to take a nap at my desk now since I'm so full from that delicious burger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-4824228886067706482?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/4824228886067706482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=4824228886067706482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/4824228886067706482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/4824228886067706482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-full.html' title='So Full'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-368519316142618124</id><published>2009-04-30T10:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T10:30:55.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell yes Lunch</title><content type='html'>Rarely do I get super excited about lunch plans.  But today I'm going to &lt;a href="http://www.hodadies.com/"&gt;Hodad's&lt;/a&gt; which was recently on CNN as one of the 5 best burger places in the country.  I've been excited to go go ever since last week when my co-worker and I planned the trip.  The funny thing is that I'm not even a huge burger guy, I don't really eat too much red meat, maybe once a month or less.  I think I'm more excited by the prospects of actually havign a plan to go somewhere on purpose with prior planny.  Hell yeah planning out my lunch ahead of time, this rocks!  I'll report if it was fully as awesome as expected since afterall it is supposed to be one of the best places in the country to get a burger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-368519316142618124?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/368519316142618124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=368519316142618124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/368519316142618124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/368519316142618124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2009/04/hell-yes-lunch.html' title='Hell yes Lunch'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-607774279533591246</id><published>2009-04-24T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T07:21:12.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rich Patch of Sugar</title><content type='html'>I've been more and more faithful to eating oatmeal that I bring from home at work.  It's quick easy and usually fills me up in the morning.  But every once in awhile I don't stir the oatmeal enough and then when I'm eating it some random spoonfull will contain all the cinnamon flavoring that I didn't spread around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to tell you that it is th emost disgusting thing in the world when you are eating warm mushy oatmeal, and then you get one bite that is full of rich cinnamon sugar and it's all sandy and full of too much flavor...yuck.  I'm just saying, it can ruin your morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-607774279533591246?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/607774279533591246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=607774279533591246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/607774279533591246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/607774279533591246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2009/04/rich-patch-of-sugar.html' title='Rich Patch of Sugar'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-2376409914876352631</id><published>2009-04-22T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T13:19:32.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work work and more work</title><content type='html'>I haven't written much lately, and that could be because I'm lazy.  or because I've been at work for the last three weeks almost non-stop.  My boss called me into her office the other day and told me that there might be an issue with the 40 hours of OT I worked from Tuesday to today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love when work is busy, but I'm so worn out and mentally exhausted it is just a chore to be here.  On top of that I had my Vegas trip for my other job cancelled today when they claimed that I needed to be here on Friday for full coverage.  Even though I begged them for a day off.  Seriously what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part about work being this busy is that you miss out on working out.  When you are in the office from 6am to 10pm or later you kinda miss your window to go workout.  You also eat like shit because you are too drained to make your own food and you don't have time to go out and get anything good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're looking for someone to blame for this blame 2 things.  The first would be the Federal Budget schedule, which makes me super busy anytime a budget is due.  The second thing would be the Obama administration, who put off this budget submit from the end of december till no and now we have an exceptionally condensed schedule.  3 days to do an IT budget?  5 days to do other exhibits?  1 fucking day to do a godamn exhibit that requires every fucking dollar we have to be shown where it's being spent?  Everyone here at the office is burnt out, we're all tired, and I can't help think that this is going to be problematic when we jump right into the new budget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually typing this as I'm waiting for someone to send me some data...someone who I know for a fact fell asleep on her couch late last night trying to finish it.  Unreal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-2376409914876352631?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/2376409914876352631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=2376409914876352631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/2376409914876352631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/2376409914876352631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2009/04/work-work-and-more-work.html' title='Work work and more work'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-8017579573006357388</id><published>2009-04-13T08:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T08:43:08.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My new Friend!</title><content type='html'>So I walked into the men's room this morning to wash my hands (which I do like 4000000 times a day) there was a new friend in there.  It was a huge cockroach.  So naturally I struck up a conversation, turns out his name is Pete, the cockroach, which is what I called him because I have other friends named Pete and I wouldn't want to get them confused.  He mostly scuttles around for a living, infesting this old building I work in.  He called me Marty, the human, presumably so he could tell me apart from some other friend of his named Marty (another cockroach).  We chatted for awhile and decided to go out to lunch sometime, and now in retrospect I feel kinda silly because I have no ideas what cockroaches eat...I mean generally I'm down for anything but what if he wants to go get greasy fried food.  I hate eating greasy fried food when I'm at work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously though, that's one big cockroach.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-8017579573006357388?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/8017579573006357388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=8017579573006357388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/8017579573006357388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/8017579573006357388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-new-friend.html' title='My new Friend!'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-7374605626832772053</id><published>2009-03-18T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T10:56:51.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eat at Roy's!</title><content type='html'>Whenever my dad is In town for business I usually end up going to much fancier dining establishments then I'm used to frequenting. Luckily he is usually only here for 1-2 days otherwise I would balloon up 50 lbs every time he came to visit since we eat so much. And it's never like, "Hey On Monday night I got to join him at Roy's Hawaiian Fusion, which has two locations here in San Diego and more across the country. I've got to tell you it was one of the best meals I've ever had. For starters they have Adamame which I'm not a huge fan of but in this case it was really good. Then I had a Fried Chicken Katsu Salad with Asian Ranch dressing which was just short of divine. Then the main course was Blackened Shrimp with Creamy Polenta, Garlic Spinach, Lemon, in a Herb Caper Sauce. It was motherpunching amazing, the polenta itself was a work of art and I could eat that spinach all day every day, the shrimp was equally amazing. Lastly I had some of Roy's Melting Hot Chocolate Soufflé which I shared with the entire table. I think all of us found a little bit of heaven in tasting that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply put I am not sure I've had a better meal in San Diego at a restaurant then I did at Roy's. The food was just so good it made me want to join the priesthood...Jesuit even.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-7374605626832772053?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/7374605626832772053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=7374605626832772053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/7374605626832772053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/7374605626832772053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2009/03/eat-at-roys.html' title='Eat at Roy&apos;s!'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-8725735189866308854</id><published>2009-03-13T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T14:32:28.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A movie I wanted to see!</title><content type='html'>So a rarity happened to me on my flight back from NYC last sunday.  There was a movie shown that I actually wanted to see.  "The Express" was abotu running back ernie davis who went to Syracuse and then died of Luekemia shortly thereafter.  Interesting story but more importantly, that's the first time in my life I've ever watched or actually listened to the inflight movie.  I even had to buy headphones from the stewardess, and they broke lickity split!  Actually all in all that flight was kinda a night mare, turbulent the whole time, lasted another hour and a half in the air to make for a 7+ hour flight.  But that's neither here more there.  I guess you have to pay your pennance for having the benefit of wanting to watch the in flight movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-8725735189866308854?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/8725735189866308854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=8725735189866308854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/8725735189866308854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/8725735189866308854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2009/03/movie-i-wanted-to-see.html' title='A movie I wanted to see!'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-5895924025741781872</id><published>2009-02-26T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T13:11:52.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going to watch the shit out of the 'Watchmen'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k4sYjyDqa54/Sab_ZE2VuMI/AAAAAAAAAMA/vbupCXd0-Pk/s1600-h/Dr%20Manhattan%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307210017166178498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k4sYjyDqa54/Sab_ZE2VuMI/AAAAAAAAAMA/vbupCXd0-Pk/s400/Dr%2520Manhattan%25203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next week the movie version of the graphic novel 'Watchmen' is coming out and of course all the clever media reporters are asking "Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?" Or "Who will watch the watchmen". My hope is that anyone who has the gall to actually title something this has actually read the graphic novel, I'm guessing that very few of them actually have. I've had a number of people ask me about 'Watchmen' and if I've read the graphic novel, because I'm a nerd and a loser and such. I have read it, maybe a dozen times, and it is one of the most compelling and complex works I've ever read. I could read it every week for the rest of my life and still not be able to "get" everything that is being said. It's just too well done and too filled with themes to get them all. Lots of people dismiss the graphic novel as some kind of kids medium but I'm here to tell you that they've never glanced at this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;The graphic novel is the pinnacle of writing, combining a fascinating look at history, politics, economics, racism, sexism, sexualism, feminism, science, geo-political influences, media, art, and vigilantism. There's so much there it's hard to get all the references and subtleties the first time you read it, and the second time you read it, and the 14th time you read it. I can't begin to explain all the symbolism and all the small details that are in the story. But I'll try to set a background.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;The story takes place in an alternate 1985. In this timeline Richard Nixon is a 5th term president, being rewarded for his success in Vietnam and perfect reputation. In this timeline the threat of Mutually Assured Destruction has been somewhat derailed by the "birth" of the first real superhero, Dr. Manhattan, who was a scientist blown up in a particle accelerator in New mexico. Dr. Manhattan after being blown up was able to reconstruct himself and became a super genius able to manipulate matter and all other sorts of fun things, including the ability to stop a number of russian missiles from landing in the event of nuclear war. Notice I said the first real superhero, as all the other "superheroes" are actually masked vigilantes, with no real powers other than wearing costumes. At some point in the United States all vigilantes were outlawed with the exception of Dr. Manhattan and one called the Comedian. The story begins as the alter ego of the Comedian is found dead. The same Comedian who secretly disposed of the watergate scandal, the same person who did unthinkable things in Vietnam alongside Dr. Manhattan. And when another vigilante finds out who the dead man is, he thinks someone if going around killing the retired vigilantes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I'm going to stop there because I just can't possibly write enough to do the story justice. It's too complicated, I find myself not even knowing how to describe plots and subplots, you just have to read it folks, or see it, or preferably see it then read it, or even better read it then see it. I rarely get excited for a movie, but this is one I've wanted to see for a long time&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-5895924025741781872?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/5895924025741781872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=5895924025741781872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/5895924025741781872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/5895924025741781872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-going-to-watch-shit-out-of-watchmen.html' title='I&apos;m going to watch the shit out of the &apos;Watchmen&apos;'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k4sYjyDqa54/Sab_ZE2VuMI/AAAAAAAAAMA/vbupCXd0-Pk/s72-c/Dr%2520Manhattan%25203.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-5695692523508709742</id><published>2009-02-23T13:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T13:28:03.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oscar!</title><content type='html'>I half watched the Oscars &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt; because I was really really bored.  But even I couldn't watch it the whole time, it gets boring and stupid, and anytime someone like Bill &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Maher&lt;/span&gt; is on the screen I had to turn away.  The one part of the Oscars I routinely watch is the part where they remember all the actors/directors/producers etc who have passed away in the last year.  Usually there's always a surprise in there for me, "Oh shit I didn't know he was dead!" But this year for some reason I knew that all the actors that had died were dead.  So there wasn't any sudden sadness that I couldn't see an actor again because I had already felt that.  At the same time I wish the broadcast had done two things differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Cut out the singing, I want the hear the applause and it should all be very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;solemn&lt;/span&gt;.  I don't care to hear singing when I'm trying to hear people's applause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) How about just showing me the main screen with the faces and names, I don't need to see Queen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Latifa&lt;/span&gt; singing or the orchestra.  In my opinion it takes away from all the accomplishments of the people you are trying to honor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing I noticed is how Charlton Heston didn't get much applause, and all I could think was what the heck.  This was one of the most entertaining actors of all time and all I can think is that people got too mixed up in his political message to separate that from what he'd done on screen.  I mean I get it that George &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Clooney&lt;/span&gt; said some nasty things about Heston including mocking him about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Alzheimer's&lt;/span&gt;.  I also get that Heston's pro-gun, pro-life viewpoints and other political views bothers the typical Hollywood type.  But this is a guy who paved the way for all the actors around today, honor him for what he meant to the business and not what he said outside the screen.    He was a Giant in Hollywood, and the least people can do is respect his work, but apparently the politics outweigh his life accomplishments.  That bothers me, although I guess it shouldn't.  Paul Newman who supported what would typically be called liberal causes gets a curtain call, Heston who supports gun control and white pride gets nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 5 person talks about how good each person was were also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;unnecessary&lt;/span&gt; and in my opinion a waste of time.  Also Mickey Rourke got jobbed, I'm only saying that because &lt;em&gt;The Wrestler&lt;/em&gt; was the only movie I saw, I kinda wanted him to win based solely on how weird his acceptance speech would have been.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-5695692523508709742?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/5695692523508709742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=5695692523508709742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/5695692523508709742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/5695692523508709742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2009/02/oscar.html' title='Oscar!'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-5121619641440732473</id><published>2009-02-13T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T14:10:34.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Single's Awareness Day 2009</title><content type='html'>So once again Valentine's day is upon us, and once agian I find myself without a Valentine.  No big deal because this year I'm not going to have a boring night by myself.  No it just so happens that this year I'll be spending single's awareness day in Las Vegas.  I'll be going up for business, but since the business part of the trip really isn't until Sunday night, I guess I'll just have to have fun Saturday night!  Maybe I'll find a Valentine (not likely)!  But more likely I'll get drunk and cry until the room next to me starts banging on the wall yelling at me.  Happy Valentines Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-5121619641440732473?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/5121619641440732473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=5121619641440732473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/5121619641440732473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/5121619641440732473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2009/02/singles-awareness-day-2009.html' title='Single&apos;s Awareness Day 2009'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-7816127418709348496</id><published>2009-02-12T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T15:11:22.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toilet Humor</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So this may be a little gross, but these are some general observations about the men's room at work.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A couple of weeks ago I walked into a stall and sitting on top of the toilet paper dispenser was today's newspaper which was turned to the page with the sudoku puzzle on it. The puzzle had been completely filled out and it was rated as Hard or Difficult or something like that. The numbers were all in the same handwriting and it was about 930 in the morning. What this means if you think about it (and I did) is that someone came into the stall, sat down, a proceeded to stay on the can for as long as it takes to finish a difficult sudoku puzzle. You can reason it like this, it was early enough in the morning that someone didn't do it over the course of the day, and it's unlikely that someone got up early enough ot have time to it before they came to work since everyone gets in really early here. So we're talking about 35-45 minutes on the toilet in the men's room that morning alone...I'm willing to bet whoever did it left it there to prove how awesome he was, getting paid to hang out in the men's room. For me it's about how fast I can get in and out of there but for some people I guess it's a point of pride how long you can wait and not do work. Well kudos to you buddy because you've taken it to a new level. To one up him I've decided to get one of those paint by numbers kits, the complicated ones, and finish it in one sitting in the men's room. When I'm done I'm going to tape the finished art to the back of the stall door so that whenever people go in and close the door and sit down, they see how awesome I am.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There's an unwritten rule that concerns talking in the men's room. It isn't done, it shouldn't be done. Anyone who does it should be scorned. There are several guys in this office who do it, and if I see them walking into the restroom when I'm headed there I'll continue to walk by like I wasn't ever going in the first place. Hey I don't care about the score of the Lakers game, I'm holding my penis here, and what I'm thinking is my own business and nobody else's. I don't care about your kids, the weather, that heart attack you are having, I just don't care. I'm in there to do what I came to do, and I'm leaving as fast as hygenically possible.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The toilet paper in the men's room at work is better then the brand I have at home. This is because the paper in our house was bought by my roomate, who got the cheapest he could find. The next time it's his turn to buy toilet paper I'll just get it for him, because at this point in my life I feel like I've done well enough to afford the real thing. Soft yet strong. I don't need to subject myself to some one ply public toilet nonsense, I don't care how much he saved buying it. I should bring that up to the next girl I'm trying to chat up, "Well, I don't mean to brag but I have excellent toilet paper back at my place, no big deal." But what's shocking is the high quality toilet paper in the restroom at work. Completely unexpected but pleasant at the same time. I guess there is some advantage to controlling all the budgets around here. We get to pour a couple extra dollars to the Comptroller's toilet paper budget.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It doesn't apply now but the men's rooms at the Pentagon were the worst ever. It seems like all manners went out the door and they were constantly abused and used like the restrooms at a major sporting event. Actually I've been to baseball games where the men's room was less abused than the urinals in the Pentagon. Apparently working in a five-sided building makes you unable to aim or hit the trash can with a paper towl.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-7816127418709348496?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/7816127418709348496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=7816127418709348496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/7816127418709348496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/7816127418709348496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2009/02/toilet-humor.html' title='Toilet Humor'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-2278281901573953463</id><published>2009-02-10T10:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T11:18:04.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you spell my name wrong, it makes me want to stab you</title><content type='html'>I understand that my real first name is Martin, and I guess if I wanted to look super stupid I would spell my name Marti instead of the more masculine Marty.  But given the fact that you've spoken to me 1000000 times on the phone, exchanged 100's of e-mails where I signed it as Marty, and yet you still write back e-mails calling me Marti, sometimes you even copy other people which makes them write e-mails to me saying Marti, until I respond to them with the correct spelling and then they get it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You however seem to be unable to grasp how I would prefer to have my name spelled.  You are apparently unable to spell my name like my e-mail says in the global address book.  What all this tells me is that you are also apparently unable to live any longer in this world.  Just think about how you say the words Marti and Marty.  One comes with a giggle or a lisp and some kind of colorful shirts or mini umbrellas in it's drink.  The other one is just a normal name and harkens back to such greats as when there was a movie with Ernest Borgnine, or a professional hockey player, or the lead guitar player of Megadeth, or at the very least the greatest character in time travel history (McFly!!!!!!!!!!! Also argueably the greatest Marty, definitely the most well known).  I know there is nothing I can do to get you to stop other then being passive aggressive, but I'm very passive aggressive about it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-2278281901573953463?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/2278281901573953463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=2278281901573953463' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/2278281901573953463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/2278281901573953463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-you-spell-my-name-wrong-it-makes.html' title='When you spell my name wrong, it makes me want to stab you'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-7707512727981214412</id><published>2009-02-10T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T10:41:12.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing shoes</title><content type='html'>I keep a pair of dress shoes at work so that whenever I'm travelling to work I can wear whatever I want, be it bike shoes or tennis shoes, and be comfortable. My normal morning routine involves changing into my dress shoes right away and nobody is the wiser. However sometimes I get distracted by something or someone and I forget to change shoes. Then sometime later in the morning I realize I never changed and then have to hurry up and do it while nobody is looking. Every once in awhile I get caught, this usually manifests itself when I'm standing in the door of someone's office talking, I look down, realize I forgot to change shoes, and then they notice because I sell myself out looking at my shoes. It's not a huge deal, it's just kinda semi-unprofessional and silly. One time the comptroller saw them and commented on my shoes, I felt pretty embarrassed about that.  It wouldn't be such a problem if I could be all sneaky about it instead of staring at my feet whenever I notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be hilarious if that showed up in my performance review though...Marty Jenkins, good work initiative, hard worker, quick to pick things up, always a team player, wears the wrong shoes at work, promotion denied. I'd try and fight it by saying that I had the correct shoes on most of the time! But as you know it's like a three strikes law, and after the third time they caught me wearing the wrong shoes I had to be written up. My supervisor didn't want to report me, but I'd been warned about it enough times to know that simply wearing a tie and shirt or suit isn't enough...you can't wear tennis shoes at the office. Then the fifth time they catch me they give me a final warning, one more time and they'll have to terminate my employment! So for like 5 months I get it right but then one random Wednesday (also I had no idea how to spell Wednesday...) I come in all tired and I've got a bunch of work right away in the morning and I'm getting through it, but then some person who hates me sees my shoes while I'm giving a report and he/she tells my boss...then they get security to escort me from the building because the reports from before are on file for 6 months. And that is exactly how I see myself in 5 years, being escorted from the building because I forgot to change into my dress shoes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-7707512727981214412?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/7707512727981214412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=7707512727981214412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/7707512727981214412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/7707512727981214412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2009/02/dancing-shoes.html' title='Dancing shoes'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-572579242396702053</id><published>2009-02-06T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T18:38:35.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I fight?</title><content type='html'>I promised myself when I started training MMA that I wouldn't actually fight.  But everyone at my gym keeps pushing me to train to fight and actually do it.  I'm not sure exactly why but they think I have the skills to do well.  I'm not as confident, and I keep reiterating that I'm just training for fun.  But I admit the prospect isn't unappealing to me, it seems like it would be fun.  First I need to get my nose cauterized, then we'll talk.  I promised myself I wouldn't, but who knows, I don't have much esle going on at the moment.  So we'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-572579242396702053?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/572579242396702053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=572579242396702053' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/572579242396702053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/572579242396702053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2009/02/should-i-fight.html' title='Should I fight?'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-2456613700861993206</id><published>2009-02-02T08:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T08:29:15.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All sports weekend</title><content type='html'>I feel like I spent nearly 100% of my weekend doing, talking about, or watching sports. When I wasn't doing those things I was usually en route to do those things.  Now I feel like I'm tired of sports for a little while.  I need to get back to the things that are important, like not watching sports as much as I did this weekend.  It's a good time of year for that given that football is done.  To explain further these were my activities this weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night - Helped someone move, spent most of the time talking about MMA or trying to manuver his couch into the new apartment.  The couch didn't fit, all 2000 ways we tried it, and in the end we had to drop it off at his parents house.  It's funny because the rest of the move was fine, just that damnable couch which wouldn't go in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday - Worked out in the morning, spent time watching wrestling while trying to take a nap on the couch.  Went to the bar with some friends and watched UFC fights, food at the bar was tremendous.  I had Hawaian Chicken tenders and some pizza and then part of a quesadilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday - Work up and went and wrestled for like 2 hours.  Went home and showered and then rode my bike to friends house, we then proceeded to all ride bikes (6 of us) E.T. gang style to a bar to watch the Super Bowl.  Spent all yesterday afternoon watchig the game and eating pizza and wings and such.  Functionally wasted all hard work I'd done exercising this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly don't even want to see another thing about sports for like 48 hours.  I bet I'll make it about 2 hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-2456613700861993206?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/2456613700861993206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=2456613700861993206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/2456613700861993206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/2456613700861993206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2009/02/all-sports-weekend.html' title='All sports weekend'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-8123611123343017642</id><published>2009-02-01T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T12:00:18.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoa angry!</title><content type='html'>Last post was hella angry, I don't want that to be on the top of my blog. Especially after I've had such a fun day so far. This morning I went and wrestled for like 2 hours and hurt my other elbow after my right elbow was hurt rolling with the ju-jitsu folks earlier this week. Wowza. Now for more happiness today with a bikeride and the super bowl! And hugs for everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297921208170551170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k4sYjyDqa54/SYX_RO0Dl4I/AAAAAAAAAL4/hA0Tg1k-ERw/s400/th_aw_bearhug.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-8123611123343017642?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/8123611123343017642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=8123611123343017642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/8123611123343017642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/8123611123343017642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2009/02/whoa-angry.html' title='Whoa angry!'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k4sYjyDqa54/SYX_RO0Dl4I/AAAAAAAAAL4/hA0Tg1k-ERw/s72-c/th_aw_bearhug.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-6629045044203865772</id><published>2009-02-01T02:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T02:34:47.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad really</title><content type='html'>I try to only put down mostly positive thoughts in public.  I don't always do so well at that but I try, although Yoda would scold me.  But the truth of it is that a great deal of my writing and thoughts are negative.  Lots and lots of unpublished writings deal with heartbreak and hurt and frustrations about how I feel.  Lots of time I do free writings and then go back and edit them and tuck away all these negative things I don't really want other people to necessarily read.  I mean, I do want people to read them, but I also don't.  I guess I shouldn't be so self absorbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The honest truth is I don't have alot to be upset or angry about.  I don't have any drama in my life and not much hardship is coming my way.  I am not in danger of losing my job and I'm not worried about where my next meal is coming from.  I don't have to worry about raising my kids or worry about my own safety.  All in all I live a charmed life at this point frankly, so I shouldn't have so much to hate myself for or so much angst about what goes on in my life.  It's silly and childish to feel the way I do.  But with all that being said I still do spend a tremendous amount of time being critical of myself and everything I do, and it shows up in my writing.  It also shows up in my thoughts every night from the time I lay down to bed to the time I fall asleep, which is normally 5 or 6 hours.  That's alot of self loathing to go around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ther are so many things I wish I'd done.  I used to think I don't bear many regrets, I used to believe that you shouldn't have regrets and that you shouldn't worry about what is past, you should look forward.  But every day I have hours and hours to reflect on what I've done, where I've failed, and where I could have done things differently.  I can't help it, I try to sleep and my mind starts spinning about anything and everything, and with regular certainty those thoughts turn sour and I eat away at myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember having confidence and charm and interesting things to say to people.  I remember thinking that there was nothing that I couldn't beat, or nothing that could stop me.  I look back at old things I wrote and things were much more positive, sure there were bumps and bruises here and there but nothing that could stagger or even sway my confidence.  I remember having dreams of love, and goals and thoughts of the things I want and having a clear understanding of what it took to go to those places.  But now I find myself having accomplished some of the things I thought I needed to do and I find my dreams and goals unfufilled, and now I'm not sure I'll ever see those things I wanted.  It drives me to work harder, it drives me to want those things I wanted more, and yet the more I do that the farther away those things seem, always out of my grasp, always elusive.  I find my confidence to be non-existant, in it's place is an acting job.  Where once there was an undeniable inner power and cockiness, now there is bullheaded self righteousness and impecible morality.  Cold hard morality that covers for for my confidence, it is such a bullshit way to deal with things but morality lets you do things like back out of situations or problems you want to deal with because the potential consequences aren't within the moral code or structure you now rely on as you inner core.  Where there used to be a call to arms to conquer or challenge life, now exists a shell of compromise and morals that provide an escape route to back down from things and rhetoric to justify it.  What happened to my confidence?  I know to some extent to where it disappeared, but why do I have none now?  Why can't I muster any?  Why must I rely on other things to bolster myself into action?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha, this probably reads like nonsense, with no rhyme or real justification.  I shouldn't even post it.  I've run out of steam in terms of trying to explain it or even try to defend the way I feel on this particular subject (me being the subject).  Whatever, quit whining Marty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-6629045044203865772?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/6629045044203865772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=6629045044203865772' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/6629045044203865772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/6629045044203865772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2009/02/sad-really.html' title='Sad really'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-1493380998787432488</id><published>2009-01-30T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T14:37:32.012-08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Things</title><content type='html'>There's some nonsense chain letter on Facebook going around right now that has people writing 25 things about themselves and then tagging 25 other people so they can do it. Well I would have done this on facebook but I don't need everyone thinking I'm weirder than they already do so I'll just write it here so nobody will read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have too many interests spread across the spectrum, I like sports and art and cooking and way too many things. I'm just too eclectic sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Folding laundry is the bain of my existance, I can never do it consistantly and thus it sometimes lays in a pile in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I have 14 pairs of shoes, which I think is alot for a guy. I have about 2 pairs I should throw out. 4 pairs for working out including 2 for wrestling/boxing and one for biking. One pair of flip flops, boots, and boat shoes. Two pairs of dress shoes, one at work and one at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I go to cooking class about once a month or more and I learn to cook these marvelous meals but then I rarely get to cook them since I only ever have myself to cook for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm part of the space defense force, we defend the planet from aliens and asteroids, not many people know that about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I like tons of kinds of music, I don't really have a favorite kind and i'll listen to anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I've lived about 22 different places in my life. Sometimes I try to count them all in order and I get confused. People always ask me where my favorite place to live was and I don't really have an answer. Each place has it's own unique story or fun things about it, each place has it's problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I have no connection to San Diego other then my job out here. When I moved out here I didn't know any friends or have any family out here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. My friends tell me all the time that I'm too nice, as though it were a bad thing. I don't know if that's true they just tell me that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I'll eat anything, like anything. I didn't always feel that way but now I'll eat any kind of food from any ethnicity on the planet. I also don't have a favorite anymore but it used ot be mexican.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. My signature is jacked up, it's never the same and if you try to trace it it's not even remotely close to spelling my name. I can literally write my name 25 times on a sheet of paper and it's different every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I have awful handwriting, but I send people letters and cards handwritten because I think it's more personal and meaningful. Writing hurts my hand if I do it for more then a minute since I broke my thumb and never got it set after the 10th grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I get less than 2-3 hours of sleep a night, and I never crash for like 12 hours straight. This has been going on for almost 2 years and I haven't found anything that makes it better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I don't drink caffiene almost at all. On the rare occasions where I do have it, it's not a pretty sight and I'm like a super energetic kid. It also makes me feel sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. My favorite sports teams are the Philadelphia Eagles, the Philadelphia Phillies, and the Toronto Maple Leafs. My second favorite teams are the Red Sox, the Philadelphia Flyers, and the Washington Capitals. I don't like any professional basketball teams, I like or dislike individual players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I have a great sweater collection but never use it since I live somewhere so warm. I do have a really nice sweater collection though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I have no problem biking through traffic on my road bike but riding motorcycles or being around them scares me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I dislike scary movies and in fact close my eyes whenever somehting scary is about to happen. I won't even watch them at home when my roomate watches them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I surf the internet too much at work, I need to cut down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I'm terrible at keeping in touch with old friends, I wish I was better because I think about people alot and wish I talked to them, I just rarely do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. I want to learn to surf better but I'm afraid of going out there in front of all the cool california surfers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. I almost never get angry at people in real life. Most of the time if you see what you think is anger is actually faked. Someone could punch me in the nose or hurt my arm and I wouldn't get mad at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. I overexaggerate more then anyone in the entire world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. I like to read science fiction, the problem is that I'll find an author or genre I like and completly read every book in like a week and then have nothing to read. I read very quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. I think there's only one person in the entire world who knows my true political feelings and how I really think about politics. She always forgets as well. Even my parents and best friends don't know how I feel or vote and I like to keep it that way. If forced to talk about politics I'll become a contrarian and refute everything that's said, even if there are two people in the conversation from different political spectrums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Is completely unprepared for an zombie apocalypse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-1493380998787432488?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/1493380998787432488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=1493380998787432488' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/1493380998787432488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/1493380998787432488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2009/01/25-things.html' title='25 Things'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-6076182765307298540</id><published>2009-01-28T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T08:39:45.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speaking of biking...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are some photos I took on my bike ride home from work. The photos suck because I can't aim a camera to save my life and also I was on the other side of the road. But my ride takes me up and down Mission Bay Drive and it's simply gorgeous, and it is very quiet as there usually aren't many cars since the 5 is right next to the road. So as long as you look toward the bay it's very pretty.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296379996506646082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4sYjyDqa54/SYCFi59DZkI/AAAAAAAAALA/b9SbHBEpSLY/s400/DSCN3563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the Hill area near the bottom (south) of Mission Bay Drive where lots of people fly kites.  In the morning there are two separate workout groups that are there early in the morning.  One is run by a guy wearing an army workout uniform and the other is run by a guy with a huge stomach and sometimes an attractive woman.  People usually fly kites every day here.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296380428600247026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k4sYjyDqa54/SYCF8DoMgvI/AAAAAAAAALw/7ROgY8aUX0k/s400/DSCN3571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the second part of that hill (where people don't fly kites because of trees)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296380015231198402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k4sYjyDqa54/SYCFj_tVZMI/AAAAAAAAALQ/c8zU62xwrjY/s400/DSCN3566.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is a group of trees near a gazebo that is a little bit farther north then the hill.  Just north of it is the Hilton Resort which is the only buldings on the drive except for the visitor center.  People usually play soccer next to the gazebo you can see there on the left.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296380007496684802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k4sYjyDqa54/SYCFji5SFQI/AAAAAAAAALI/5lmN5MpPGJY/s400/DSCN3565.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is a parking lot north of the Hilton, I have no idea what I was taking a picture of here.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296380419525460722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k4sYjyDqa54/SYCF7h0mQvI/AAAAAAAAALo/iUUZKG7g-co/s400/DSCN3569.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is where the bay comes really close to the road,  it's close for the whole ride basically but it's within spitting distance at this point.  Lots of people walk on that path you can see in between the road and the water.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296380027698175506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4sYjyDqa54/SYCFkuJsXhI/AAAAAAAAALY/8lymE8Cfp5w/s400/DSCN3567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is a picture looking north across the bay into Pacific Beach.  You can kinda see a trailer park right across the water, and it's the nicest trailer park ever, they have security and fences and all the trailers look nice.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296380418630522194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k4sYjyDqa54/SYCF7efOlVI/AAAAAAAAALg/sy20tHyTdzc/s400/DSCN3568.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Same picture as the last one but from a different angle.  You can see clouds in this picture which aren't there every day.  That's also toward the end of my ride by the bay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So that's about it, it's like this just about every day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-6076182765307298540?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/6076182765307298540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=6076182765307298540' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/6076182765307298540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/6076182765307298540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2009/01/speaking-of-biking.html' title='Speaking of biking...'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k4sYjyDqa54/SYCFi59DZkI/AAAAAAAAALA/b9SbHBEpSLY/s72-c/DSCN3563.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-7675127984974490594</id><published>2009-01-28T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T08:10:45.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't feel my fingers</title><content type='html'>It's stupid to complain about cold here, because it's not, it gets chilly in the morning but that's about it.  Sometimes it gets really chilly, and you don't really check the weather report out here because you can pretty much guess what's coming.  Somewhere between about 65-72 with sunshine and maybe a cloud and if you guess that every day you'll be right about 90% of the time.  But if it's been a particularly cold night, and you happen to be biking to work in the morning going about 15-18 mph into the wind with the belief that it was supposed to be warmer today (based on what a co-worker said) you could get a little bit cold.  So this morning when I left my house wearing all my biking gear and a sweatshirt, my ears and hands basically "froze" and now 2 hours later I'm still cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd idle up to a heater and warm up like you could back in DC but they don't have such things in my office.  It's silly of me to complain about being cold given that it's snowing heavily in other parts of the country so I'll stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-7675127984974490594?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/7675127984974490594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=7675127984974490594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/7675127984974490594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/7675127984974490594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-cant-feel-my-fingers.html' title='I can&apos;t feel my fingers'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-2079248888664548678</id><published>2009-01-26T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T14:32:04.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I actually accomplished this last weekend</title><content type='html'>Given the list I had going into the weekend, let's see what I actually did:&lt;br /&gt;- Go to grocery store----Status: Completed&lt;br /&gt;I will admit that the only reason this task was completed was that I was hungry on sunday mid morning and went by Vons after finishing another errand.  I decided since I was there that I should grocery shop for the rest of the week since I was feeling kinda lazy.&lt;br /&gt;- Do laundry----Status: Completed&lt;br /&gt;Again I was bored on saturday evening and went to the bar to play pool and drink while doing laundry.  For some reason I generated much less laundry this week than normal.&lt;br /&gt;- Fold Laundry ----Status: Failure&lt;br /&gt;Not only did I not fold my laundry after I was done, it got to sit on a bar stool for an hour or so while I was playing pool (badly) and listening to music in the bar.&lt;br /&gt;- Go buy new dress shoes for work----Status: Completed&lt;br /&gt;This coincided with my hunger and since I had no food at home I was forced to go out to get food, it was at this time that I decided that I could stop by the shoe store and pick out what I wanted before I ate.  Luckily my willpower held out and I was able to purchase the dress shoes with all different kinds of textures that make it feel like I have rocks in my shoes at all time.&lt;br /&gt;- Go to the bike store and get a new tire for my road bike---Status:Completed&lt;br /&gt;This errand was completed on saturday after I felt guilty for being a lazy piece of crap and sitting around the house with a hangover all day.  Luckily I was drunk when I woke up so I worked out and then the hangover kicked in and I suffered on the couch.  But at about 2 I felt like I'd wasted the day so I walked and got a new tire in the sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;- Go to the DMV to register my car----Status: Total failure&lt;br /&gt;The biggest and most important item on my list went uncompleted due to general sloth and laziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all in all it looks like a semi-productive weekend looking at what I wanted to do and what I actually did. 4/6 which might not seem bad, until you notice that the most important things I needed to do were also the ones I didn't do.  I award myself no points, and may god have mercy on my soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-2079248888664548678?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/2079248888664548678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=2079248888664548678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/2079248888664548678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/2079248888664548678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-i-actually-accomplished-this-last.html' title='What I actually accomplished this last weekend'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-5143260599914199424</id><published>2009-01-23T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T08:13:01.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I need to do this weekend</title><content type='html'>Making a list to see how much I actually accomplish this weekend:&lt;br /&gt;- Go to grocery store&lt;br /&gt;- Do laundry&lt;br /&gt;- Fold Laundry (which is an entirely different chore than doing laundry)&lt;br /&gt;- Go buy new dress shoes for work&lt;br /&gt;- Go to the bike store and get a new tire for my road bike&lt;br /&gt;- Go to the DMV to register my car now that it has finally passed inspection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too much stuff but we'll see how much I actually get done by sunday evening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-5143260599914199424?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/5143260599914199424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=5143260599914199424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/5143260599914199424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/5143260599914199424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2009/01/things-i-need-to-do-this-weekend.html' title='Things I need to do this weekend'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-6068273098155123516</id><published>2009-01-22T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T07:37:55.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What was I searching for?</title><content type='html'>I came out to San Diego for a reason, I don't always remember what that reason was, but I know I had a checklist at one point. I feel lost sometimes, unsure of what I'm supposed to do or where I should go. It's not a good feeling, in fact it borders on despair. I'm so independant now that I don't really have anyone I want to ask for advice, and even if I did I'm not sure I would listen to them. I know life isn't supposed to have a compass or a map, I'm not sure I even need either, I just wish I knew what I was supposed to be looking for or doing.  It makes me feel cold all over to think about such things, it feels like it's about -10 degrees as I'm writing this.  I want to find my own way, accomplish the goals that I set for myself, do the things I want to do...it's just that I forget what all those things are.  Where did I go wrong?  I guess I should have taken a left at Albuquerque.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-6068273098155123516?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/6068273098155123516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=6068273098155123516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/6068273098155123516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/6068273098155123516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-was-i-searching-for.html' title='What was I searching for?'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-1645207552614665678</id><published>2009-01-20T14:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T15:09:21.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All my hard work, gone in an hour!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday evening I had dinner with my father and some of his co-workers at a Brazilian Barbeque place (I alluded to it in the post about the piano).  The food was great, the salad bar had everything you could possibly want in a salad bar, the wine, atmosphere (minus hilarious piano music selection), and servers were all top notch.  I ended up having a big salad, whcih I was warned before hand not to do, and while I was working my way through that the servers started bringing around the various dripping meats.  It was a who's who of delicious meat, and I tried to moderate which ones I tried, and the amount of bacon that was wrapped around like half of the different things was significant.  I also don't like bacon (I know it's weird) but if it's wrapped around a piece of sirloin then I'll buck up and eat it.  My favorite was the skirt steak, which was like 90% fat but tasted amazing, the baby back ribs were also amazing as was basically everything that came by our table.  The point of all this is to say that not only was the meal good, it was also filling even though it contained relatively few calories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But regardless of the amount of calories, it becomes clear pretty quickly that with such a big meal, all the hard work and exercise I'd put in during the weekend was destroyed in a blaze of glaze and barbeque goodness.  I went for a bike ride on saturday, went to the gym later in the day, worked out friday night, went boxing and wrestling sunday morning and then went for a run to blow off steam when the eagles lost (godamn Eagles).  I ate relatively well  especially on sunday and monday and then didn't booze much.  But Brazilian Barbeque wrecked all that, I might as well have been smoking cigarettes while sitting on a chair made of jelly doughnuts all weekend!  Damn you and your delicious selection of 18 meats brought to the table by handsome servers!  Damn you and your all too tempting salad bar with everything I could ever want! Damn you and your funny and engaging waiter named Benny!  I'll get you Benny, if it's the last thing I do...which if I've just had another huge meal at your restaurant it will be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-1645207552614665678?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/1645207552614665678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=1645207552614665678' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/1645207552614665678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/1645207552614665678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2009/01/all-my-hard-work-gone-in-hour.html' title='All my hard work, gone in an hour!'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-563270427096234036</id><published>2009-01-20T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T09:14:52.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharp as a cotton ball sometimes</title><content type='html'>For days and weeks I've been talking to folks in DC about what they are doing during the inauguration.  I had stories from dozens of people letting me know that all federal workers are staying home today and not going to work.  Hell even my father and some of his co-workers scheduled business out here in San Diego during this time period so he didn't have to be in town for the extra crowds.  I talked about it LAST NIGHT how no federal workers were going to work in DC today...and yet I was bright enough to complain to my boss that several folks who work in the Pentagon hadn't answered my e-mail/calls from Friday afternoon yet today....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-563270427096234036?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/563270427096234036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=563270427096234036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/563270427096234036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/563270427096234036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2009/01/sharp-as-cotton-ball-sometimes.html' title='Sharp as a cotton ball sometimes'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-3022826397643827051</id><published>2009-01-20T08:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T09:02:41.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An old take on a new classic?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;At a restaurant last night they had a piano player rocking out to all kinds of crazy tunes. He hit up Coldplay, and did "Under Pressure" by Queen, had some other really odd choices for piano tunes. You just don't expect to hear contemporary or classic rock songs coming from a piano at a nice restaurant like that. It was good don't get me wrong, but just odd that the selection of music was so eclectic given that there are so many great piano songs to choose from (my personal favorite is "Wonder Boy"). It's like if you were at a wedding, everyone was all dressed up nicely and it was elegant, then the DJ started playing KISS or NWA or something out of place. It just doesn't quite fit, like lounge music at a formal dinner (although if Richard Cheese was playing I'm sure it would be amazing).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The best was when the pianist started playing "Stairway to Heaven". Nothing like a little Led Zeppelin with your meal. The best part was during the song various people in my party would break out singing parts or doing air guitar, just rocking out and laughing at the piano cover of the greatest song ever. I especially enjoyed the part towards the end of the song where they have that huge Jimmy Page guitar solo and the song goes from being a soft calm song to a bit more rock and roll. You knew that the crescendo of a piano probably wasn't going to match the enthusiasm of a wicked sweet guitar solo, but the pianist did his best and had me rocking out in an odd setting (read: innappropriate). Although I guess it's not odd if the pianist at the restaurant is the one playing these rock hits, I was hoping him might break into some Black Sabbath or maybe some Aerosmith to go with my second glass of wine.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293422391938009202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k4sYjyDqa54/SXYDnqWQSHI/AAAAAAAAAK4/pUmcoMEkHWM/s400/ledzep.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-3022826397643827051?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/3022826397643827051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=3022826397643827051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/3022826397643827051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/3022826397643827051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2009/01/old-take-on-new-classic.html' title='An old take on a new classic?'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k4sYjyDqa54/SXYDnqWQSHI/AAAAAAAAAK4/pUmcoMEkHWM/s72-c/ledzep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-5478840919466148074</id><published>2009-01-14T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T12:24:24.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life here is hard</title><content type='html'>Today (14 January) at lunch the temperature was around 73 degrees, sunny, not a cloud in the sky.  How do people live in this place for years dealing with weather like this?  I forgot my sunglasses at home and had to walk to get lunch into the sun.  I was forced to squint and sometimes cover my eyes with my hands to provide shade.  Unbearable.  The hardships and the climate of this place is just so bizzare I don't know how people can stand it. I don't want anyone to cry for me or try to help me, but I'm not wearing short sleeves today, so I might feel slightly overdressed when I walk around the base today.  It's ok, I'll adapt and overcome, try to adjust to these extreme weather conditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone seriously told me today, "This is like D.C., except there you need sunglasses because the snow is so bright."  Lord knows how he's been able to survive out here in this challenging climate, it's what separates the men from the boys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-5478840919466148074?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/5478840919466148074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=5478840919466148074' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/5478840919466148074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/5478840919466148074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2009/01/life-here-is-hard.html' title='Life here is hard'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-5313507718882255820</id><published>2009-01-13T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T08:58:52.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new life coach</title><content type='html'>So there I was, sitting in a dive bar at 9 in the morning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt; morning in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas eating breakfast.  It was a nice little place well off the strip and the food was fantastic.  On my left was my friend and this girl he'd met the night before, on my right was my new life coach.  Yes as I sat there eating my delicious breakfast (and it was fucking fantastic) the drunk man at the bar next to me started talking to me.  It turned out that this guy was a retired &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cirque du Soleil&lt;/span&gt; actor and former Olympic gymnast from Romania. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out Marius had won a bronze medal in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;highbar&lt;/span&gt; at the Seoul Olympics and had placed 15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; in the overall competition, he also competed in Barcelona.  After that he went and worked for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Cirque du Soleil&lt;/span&gt; for 10 years.  But on this particular day he took to the time to explain to me what was wrong with my fitness plans, which sports he liked and why I shouldn't like Manchester United.  In the space of 20 minutes he insulted my workouts, my sports teams, my choice of athletic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;endeavors&lt;/span&gt;, and which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;MMA&lt;/span&gt; fighters I liked.  All in all it was a humbling yet wonderful experience that ended slightly prematurely (like all my sexual experiences)  when his wife came into the bar and dragged his drunk ass out to the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However in the wake of this encounter it's made me wonder if that's not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;exactly&lt;/span&gt; what I need, a daily reminder of what's wrong with my life from a drunk former athlete at 9 in the morning.  A refreshing look at my life from the perspective of a storied Romanian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Olympian&lt;/span&gt;.  For all his criticisms he was a really nice guy and I enjoyed talking to him immensely.  I'm thinking of calling him up and asking him to be my new guiding light.  A life counselor if you will, a coach to keep me on the straight and narrow.  And then his wife to drag him out before he's done criticising something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-5313507718882255820?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/5313507718882255820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=5313507718882255820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/5313507718882255820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/5313507718882255820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-new-life-coach.html' title='My new life coach'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-7455253444145155776</id><published>2009-01-06T07:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T07:36:24.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Three Kings day!</title><content type='html'>Or as I like to call it, Mortality Reminder Day. When people ask me what I'm doing for my birthday it's as if they want me to tell them I'm doing something crazy stupid. Because they always seem disappointed with the answer I usually give, which is, "Bike to work, work, go to the gym at lunch, and then go home and cook myself dinner." I think for whatever reason people want me to give a much more extreme answer, something more age appropriate I guess like, "I'm going to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hella&lt;/span&gt; drunk and then break into the zoo and headbutt all the marsupials after I get done making out with strippers." Maybe that's what I'll say next time someone asks me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do dislike my birthday, it's an annual reminder of all I've failed at and what I've gotten worse at over the last year. Sure I could dwell on what I've accomplished or the things that I've done well. But I'd rather think about how much older and worse looking I am, and how I'm likely to die alone in a failed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;auto erotic&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;asphyxiation&lt;/span&gt; attempt. (I'm kidding about all this...or am I?) Maybe I'll hold off on doing that until I'm 30 or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-7455253444145155776?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/7455253444145155776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=7455253444145155776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/7455253444145155776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/7455253444145155776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-three-kings-day.html' title='Happy Three Kings day!'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-4063560970678455303</id><published>2009-01-06T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T07:05:29.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A simple equation you can follow</title><content type='html'>Boxing + Wrestling + Working out=Hurty Ribs&lt;br /&gt;Hurty Ribs + Uncomfortable bed= No sleep&lt;br /&gt;No Sleep + Low amount of work = You're not gonna have a good time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shame of it is that I didn't think my ribs even hurt that bad until I was in bed, and I didn't even get punched in the stomach!  We were just training.  But apparently I have to suffer with even less sleep if my ribs hurt, so the 2-3 hours I get turns into 0.  Not cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-4063560970678455303?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/4063560970678455303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=4063560970678455303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/4063560970678455303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/4063560970678455303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2009/01/simple-equation-you-can-follow.html' title='A simple equation you can follow'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-4698651199445830318</id><published>2008-12-31T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T10:21:49.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Adults</title><content type='html'>Today is one of those very rare days in the office where there are absolutely no supervisors in at any level.  So basically it means I get to be productive and proactive and have as much fun as I want.  Awesome.  I always work with a large degree of autonomy but it feels even better to not have anyone around to come and give me additional tasks.  The freedom is gratifying.  Don't get me wrong I enjoy a sense of direction as much as the next worker, but I like to think that I'm a pretty creative guy and that I can get the job done without adult supervision.  I think many of my co-workers feel the same based on the fact that everyone seems busy today and they all seem to be in such high spirits.   Although maybe that's the holiday spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to work for myself, could I get by with absolutely as little direction as possible?  Who knows maybe I'll get there someday.  In the meantime I'll settle for this feeling of childish delight that I have the whole work day to do whatever I need to do!  It's almost a guilty pleasure really, I feel as though I should be hiding my delight at the lack of adult supervision.  Not sure exactly why that is since I'm still doing lots of work and being very busy.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt; you fools, look what happens when you leave me to my own devices, I do lots of necessary work and fix a bunch of problems!  Yes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;that'll&lt;/span&gt; show them to never leave me alone again!  Take that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-4698651199445830318?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/4698651199445830318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=4698651199445830318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/4698651199445830318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/4698651199445830318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-adults.html' title='No Adults'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-4054899561035570350</id><published>2008-12-29T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T15:05:02.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not enough time here</title><content type='html'>I've  spent the last couple days back in the DC area (and the NJ area for 2 days).  It's so hard, I want to see everyone I know and have lots of time to talk with everyone.  But sadly I have been running all over the place and not accomplishing that at all.  I wish I had like, 2 more weeks around here to see everyone, my family and friends and everyone.  I wonder if this is going to be a familiar feeling when I come back to DC.  Not having that much time with the people I still care about here.  It makes me feel bad, maybe next time I won't tell as many people I'm coming back, because I feel like I wanted to see many more people than I did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-4054899561035570350?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/4054899561035570350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=4054899561035570350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/4054899561035570350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/4054899561035570350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2008/12/not-enough-time-here.html' title='Not enough time here'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-4293387198061527774</id><published>2008-12-19T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T13:28:39.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I should hirer a prostitute</title><content type='html'>Because this is getting ridiculous.  Just saying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-4293387198061527774?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/4293387198061527774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=4293387198061527774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/4293387198061527774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/4293387198061527774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-should-hirer-prostitute.html' title='I should hirer a prostitute'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-7106634306546829280</id><published>2008-12-17T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T08:03:25.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Done with christmas shopping, I think</title><content type='html'>So I like to think I do a pretty good job Christmas shopping most of the time. And this year I just decided to take an afternoon off and get it all done, which I did, hopefully. Shopping for Christmas presents is one of the most agonizing part of the year, I usually spend so much time and effort thinking about what to get people and then praying that they enjoy it. So here's hoping all the planning and looking and then actual shopping I did paid off. At least I got it done a week ahead of time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting ready for the Holidays and into the spirit is tough in Southern California, the weather is usually so nice and perfect (although it has rained the last 3 days) it's hard to see Christmas decorations when you are outside riding your bike and go, "Man it feels like Christmas". Part of what I associate with Christmas is the cold weather and the feel of everything, snow included. Out here it feels like summer or spring pretty much every day, so instead of putting on a warm coat and going by the department stores to look at decorations while braving the cold and maybe getting some hot chocolate or egg nog. You put on some running shoes and on your way to the gym you stop to get a smoothie or a frappachino while you are wearing shorts and a t-shirt. That's when you notice the Christmas display in the "lifestyle shop" right next to the bongs. Then you can do a Christmas walk on the boardwalk and watch people surf. Surfing is very Christmasy, I might even go get a Christmas tatoo after yoga one day this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-7106634306546829280?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/7106634306546829280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=7106634306546829280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/7106634306546829280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/7106634306546829280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2008/12/dome-with-christmas-shopping-i-think.html' title='Done with christmas shopping, I think'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-1741206411916897160</id><published>2008-12-15T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T14:03:04.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Opposite rain!</title><content type='html'>Today it is raining outside! It is odd because it almost never rains here, and when it does it usually does it at night so you can't really see it. But today it has been raining all day! I'm cooped up in the office but that doesn't mean I don't appreciate the rain. At lunch I took a long walk in the rain and just loved the feel of it hitting my face. It's odd I know but I love rain and it brings back lots of fantastic memories, one of the reservations I had about moving out here was that it doesn't rain much so a day like today is amazing. People out here have no idea how to drive in the rain, it's even worse then when it snowed in DC. And that is saying a lot. But I love it all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last two days have been like opposite days for me. It's raining today, which is opposite. Yesterday I went to the driving range and I could hit my 7, 3, and 8 irons, and couldn't touch my 4, 6, and 9 irons. I also couldn't hit my driver (which is normal) but for whatever reason I went out and crushed my 5 wood without teeing it up. Which is a minor miracle for whomever has watched me hit my 5 wood. At night I parellell parked my gigantic car in a small space! Which is also uncommon since I always have trouble with its size. I felt really good about myself after that, it was perfect, I should have taken a photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was also the first time in years I set foot in a gym to wrestle. My friend and I rolled around for about an hour, and I'd forgotten how much fun it is! I was sure I'd never wrestle again, not with the knee and ankle problems anyway. But today I find myself sore but ok except for the brutal mat burn on my knee. Defintely wearing kneepads next time. But all in all the last two days has been so much opposite of what I normally do! Maybe I should go play the lottery!  Well going to wrestle was basically playing the lottery, but I will be going again soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-1741206411916897160?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/1741206411916897160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=1741206411916897160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/1741206411916897160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/1741206411916897160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2008/12/opposite-rain.html' title='Opposite rain!'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-3279088550850280338</id><published>2008-12-15T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T13:48:25.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm ruined! All ruined!</title><content type='html'>Ruined I tell you! I had it all planned out, which is a rarerity for me when it comes to this stuff. All of my leave was planned to the end of the year so that I didn't lose any of it down to the minute (well actually I was going to lose 15 minutes). You see, the way government time off works I can only carry over 6 weeks of time off into the new year. 7 of my remaining 37.15 hours were used this last week when my mother was visiting last week (which was fun by the way). Twenty-seven (27) of the remaining hours were going to be spent on the couple days I'm going back to DC for the holidays, 9 hours on the 24th to fly, the 26th I had off because it's my alternate Friday, and another 18 on Monday and Tuesday of the week after. Then I had 3.15 hours and I was going to take the Friday afternoon of january 2nd off to dick around. But now the president signed out this: &lt;a href="http://www.whitehouse.gov/news/releases/2008/12/20081212-2.html"&gt;http://www.whitehouse.gov/news/releases/2008/12/20081212-2.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What that essentially means is that now I get wed. off because I would have had Friday off as well and thus have an extra 9 hours I need to use between now and the 3rd of January. And I know it's silly for me to complain about this situation but I was so proud of myself for actually planning out how I was going to use my time. I rarely do plan out vacations ahead of time, usually it is very last minute. But I've actually had the end of my year planned for 4 months! Which in Marty years is like an eternity. So now I'm stuck with having to beg my boss to let me take another day off. JEEZ WHY IS LIFE SO TOUGH ALL THE TIME! Also I'd really like one of my plans to go the way I want to, just once.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-3279088550850280338?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/3279088550850280338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=3279088550850280338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/3279088550850280338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/3279088550850280338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-ruined-all-ruined.html' title='I&apos;m ruined! All ruined!'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-7541568696683404202</id><published>2008-12-10T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:22:07.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Building Skynet</title><content type='html'>Lots of people have seen the Terminator movies and are aware of the fictional defense computer system that becomes aware and tries to destroy the human race. It's essentially the same thing as 'The Matrix" movies and a bunch of other science fiction movies. The gist of all of them are that when the computer becomes self aware, it automatically tries to defend itself from humans, thus causing the enslavement of the human race. What everyone should learn from all this is that nobody should build any of these self aware systems so they don't end up destroying the world as we know it, because we aren't doing that on our own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what most people don't realize, is that we are developing the SKYNET program and funding its growth. That's right, the U.S. Navy is developing the system that destroys humanity, and I'm one of the Financial Analysts that are going to approve this development. This makes me somewhat directly linked to the extinction of the human race. I think I might put that on my resume... "SKYNET enabler/Anti-Human aficionado". Some people might be wary that they were helping to start the fall of civilization, I'm proud. If you are curious what SKYNET actually does, here's a short description:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"The Skynet program allows for near term augmentation of the &lt;insert&gt; Satellite Communications by leasing multiple &lt;insert&gt; channels on the Intelsat's Skynet fleet. The program will provide the DoD with region specific UHF narrowband communications to all Navy ships, command and control networks, and tactical on the ground mobile war fighters. It will also enable all ships, command and control facilities, and equipped tactical units continuous voice and data communications access regardless of environmental conditions and terrain. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's basically a communications program, one that will someday evolve and become self aware artificial intelligence which then launches nuclear missiles at all major human cities. Fun stuff! Looking forward to it! You would think that whomever named this program has quite a sense of humor. Whatever the case, I'm happy to commit my time to making sure the Skynet program works and launches smoothly and efficiently.   And just remember, the United States is not only aware that they are building Skynet, but they are actively looking for ways to improve and streamline the program, efficiency is everything folks!  Go robots!  All hail our new robot overlords.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-7541568696683404202?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/7541568696683404202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=7541568696683404202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/7541568696683404202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/7541568696683404202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2008/12/building-skynet.html' title='Building Skynet'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-8592353849313219258</id><published>2008-12-04T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T10:51:40.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I got scolded for today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today is "yearly cleanup day" at my office. Meaning that we're throwing out all the old papers and binders and garbage that clog up your typical office. We were told in advance to wear jeans and casual clothes for all the cleaning that we would be doing. I of course forgot and am wearing a suit and shirt with no tie (because I'm lazy). So I've been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;repeatedly&lt;/span&gt; scolded for being too dressed up for cleanup day :( I think the problem was I was too distracted by my entire body being sore from yesterday. Abs class is the most painful thing ever to happen in the history of the world, I'm sure that by comparison, childbirth is a cakewalk. But apparently dressing up nice for cleanup day is a way to receive scorn from multiple co-workers. Sigh &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other way to receive scorn is to apparently do work while cleaning day is happening. I usually have a few things to do in the morning that are like daily reports, I do them every morning pretty much first thing and I get in trouble if I don't do them. But today I was asked, "Marty, are you working while everyone else is cleaning!" Seriously, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;c'mon&lt;/span&gt;. I've worked here 5 months, I don't hold much paper around my desk, it's not that hard of a cleanup for me. I will help anywhere else that needs help but I do have some work to do first. Obviously I don't get the point of cleanup day, or at least I'm a rebel without a cause when it comes to this day amongst days. Sorry that I have some actual work I need to take care of in the first 2 hours of the day that will prevent me from doing any of the cleaning I have to not do since I already did it and I obviously don't have the next 8 hours to help.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of two lobsters knife-fighting to prove my point:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276009066277178274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k4sYjyDqa54/STgmStMxC6I/AAAAAAAAAIE/RIHel4cm03I/s400/lobsters.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-8592353849313219258?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/8592353849313219258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=8592353849313219258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/8592353849313219258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/8592353849313219258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-i-got-scolded-for-today.html' title='What I got scolded for today'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k4sYjyDqa54/STgmStMxC6I/AAAAAAAAAIE/RIHel4cm03I/s72-c/lobsters.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-7772246446696557370</id><published>2008-12-04T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T08:02:33.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amusing little sister</title><content type='html'>My sister Elizabeth posted this on Facebook:&lt;br /&gt;"I never write notes. I hope this goes on minifeed because anyone with any interest in spider drawings should read this. it made me fall off my chair laughing. its the sort of thing my brother would appreciate. so if he's reading this he should definately look at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this)," href="http://news.ninemsn.com.au/article.aspx?id=665847" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://news.ninemsn.com.au/article.aspx?id=665847&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait for it...there's a follow up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this)," href="http://news.ninemsn.com.au/article.aspx?id=665808" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://news.ninemsn.com.au/article.aspx?id=665808&lt;/a&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not the first time in recorded history this has happened. Bartering is a skill not quite dead, although apparently corporate entities don't appreciate such things. Also you should be careful about falling off your chair in the future. Also that is a cute spider.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-7772246446696557370?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/7772246446696557370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=7772246446696557370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/7772246446696557370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/7772246446696557370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2008/12/amusing-little-sister.html' title='Amusing little sister'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-5438778640868561292</id><published>2008-12-01T07:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T09:51:33.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Children, the best workout</title><content type='html'>I submit to you that the best possible workout in the world, is playing tag with children on a playground.  It will force you to sprint, jump, twist, turn, flail and contort through various obstacles that you don't really fit through.  The first thing you will notice is that your body hasn't moved that way in years, in fact, it may call into question whether you were ever able to perform some of the moves required to chase an 8 year old.  I don't care if you are a gymnast or a fitness expert, or some ungodly combination of the two, I defy you to try and lunge at a small child for more than a minute without getting tired.  It won't happen, you will be tired and sweaty within 20 seconds.  The children however will not be tired at all, they will still have the same relative level of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;enthusiasm&lt;/span&gt; and energy after an hour, as they did when the game began.  Which is frankly disheartening, since you will want a break pretty much whenever you can get one.  The next day you will be sore, oh god how you will be sore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the end of the day you will have fun, and it will be a great workout.  You will dominate as well because no matter how tricky these little punks are they can't match your height, speed, and reach.  So what you do is let the little kids, or the girls who can't catch anyone easily tag you and you go after the hotshot 8 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; who think they are untouchable.  Seriously guys, I'm 25, I'm going to catch you even if I can't run up the twisty slide or go through the small openings very easily.  Eventually I'm going to chase you to the ground and then it's a footrace, and you will lose.  Then you won't be able to claim that nobody can catch you while you tag a girl who is more interested in her pink shoes than the game.  Then the cycle repeats itself and ends with you getting destroyed by a man almost 20 years older then you.  This is my playground son, don't mess with the master.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what your thinking, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ahh&lt;/span&gt; that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pedophile&lt;/span&gt; Marty was out playing with kids over the weekend!  How fun.  But truthfully I was in San Jose visiting my uncle for Thanksgiving.  He has two precocious children aged 8 and 6 and a stepson aged 16.  The stepson is a mere 6'3" and 300 lbs, he played JV football this year and let me tell you, if I was his coach I would be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;salivating&lt;/span&gt; at the prospect of getting this kid on my team for the next three years, he's a monster.  But his younger siblings are really cute and polite.  All in all I had fun up in San Jose.  It was like a more overcast, slightly colder, slightly more populated San Diego.  It's funny how things change when you are at someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; house for the holidays.  They have their own rituals or in this case, they have not yet developed said rituals since the kids are so young.  But it was pretty nice and I'm glad I got to go somewhere instead of staying here by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting to hang around the kids for a couple of days reinforced my desire to have kids some day.  I don't know how I'll go about it, since you have to like, find someone to have children with if you are going to do it properly.  But I think they are lots of work, and completely worth it, or at least it seems that way.  But I think it's all worth it when I take them t the playground and destroy them playing tag.  It will be a great workout, and then I will be sore the next day.  But if you do it often enough you could get into some kind of shape that is not round.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-5438778640868561292?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/5438778640868561292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=5438778640868561292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/5438778640868561292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/5438778640868561292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2008/12/children-best-workout.html' title='Children, the best workout'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-5535119838502746247</id><published>2008-11-27T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T09:11:19.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NDA Agreement</title><content type='html'>NON-DISCLOSURE AGREEMENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id10666"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS NON-DISCLOSURE AGREEMENT (this “Agreement”) is made and entered into as of 11/26/2008 between Antagonist, Inc., having its place of business at 836 Chalcedony St. (“Company”) and [company 2], having its place of business at [Address]&lt;br /&gt;Purpose: Company and [company 2] wish to explore a business opportunity of mutual interest and in connection with this opportunity wishes to execute this Non Disclosure Agreement (“Agreement”).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id10667"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Confidential Information: Confidential information means any information disclosed to by one party to the other, either directly or indirectly in writing, orally or by inspection of tangible or intangible objects, including without limitation documents, business plans, source code, software, documentation, financial analysis, marketing plans, customer names, customer list, customer data. Confidential Information may also include information disclosed to a party by third parties at the direction of a Disclosing Party. Confidential Information shall not, however, include any information which the Receiving party can establish (i) was publicly known and made generally available in the public domain prior to the time of disclosure; (ii) becomes publicly known and made generally available after disclosure through no action or inaction of Receiving Party; or (iii) is in the possession of Receiving Party, without confidentiality restrictions, at the time of disclosure by the Disclosing Party as shown by Receiving Party’s files and records immediately prior to the time of disclosure. The party disclosing the Confidential Information shall be referred to as “Disclosing Party” in the Agreement and the party receiving the Confidential Information shall be referred to as “Receiving Party” in the Agreement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Non-use and Non-disclosure: The Receiving Party agrees not to use any Confidential Information for any purpose except to evaluate and engage in discussions concerning a potential business relationship between the parties hereto. Receiving Party agrees not to disclose any Confidential Information to third parties or to its employees, except to those employees who are required to have the information in order to evaluate or engage in discussions concerning the contemplated business relationship. The Receiving Party shall not reverse engineer, disassemble or decompile any prototypes, software or other tangible objects which embody the Disclosing Party's Confidential Information and which are provided to the Receiving Party hereunder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id10662"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Maintenance of Confidentiality Information: The Receiving Party agrees that it shall take all reasonable measures to protect the secrecy of and avoid disclosure and unauthorized use of the Confidential Information. Without limiting the foregoing, Receiving Party shall take at least those measures that Receiving Party takes to protect its own most highly confidential information and shall have its employees, if any, who have access to Confidential Information sign a non-use and non-disclosure agreement in content substantially similar to the provisions hereof, prior to any disclosure of Confidential Information to such employees. The Receiving Party shall not make any copies of Confidential Information unless the same are previously approved in writing by the Disclosing Party. The Receiving Party shall reproduce the Disclosing Party’s proprietary rights notices on any such approved copies, in the same manner in which such notices were set forth in or on the original. The Receiving Party shall immediately notify the Disclosing Party in the event of any unauthorized use or disclosure of the Confidential Information.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id10660"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. No Obligation: Nothing herein shall obligate either party to proceed with any transaction between them, and each party reserves the right, in its sole discretion, to terminate the discussions contemplated by this Agreement concerning the business opportunity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. No Warranty: ALL CONFIDENTIAL INFORMATION IS PROVIDED “AS IS”. NEITHER PARTY MAKES ANY WARRANTIES, EXPRESS, IMPLIED OR OTHERWISE, REGARDING ITS ACCURACY, COMPLETENESS OR PERFORMANCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Return of Materials: All documents and other tangible objects containing or representing Confidential Information and all copies thereof which are in the possession of Receiving Party shall be and remain the property of the Disclosing Party and shall be promptly returned to the Disclosing Party upon the Disclosing Party’s request.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id10656"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. No License: Nothing in this Agreement is intended to grant any rights to either party under any patent, mask work right or copyright of Company, nor shall this Agreement grant Receiving Party any rights in or to Confidential Information except as expressly set forth herein.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id10654"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Term: This Agreement shall survive for a period of 3 years from the date of disclosure of the Confidential Information.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id10652"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Remedies: The Receiving Party agrees that any violation or threatened violation of this Agreement will cause irreparable injury to the Disclosing Party, entitling the Disclosing Party to obtain injunctive relief in addition to all legal remedies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Miscellaneous: This Agreement shall bind and inure to the benefit of the parties hereto and their successors and assigns. This Agreement shall be governed by the laws of [name of your state, country], without reference to conflict of laws principles. This document contains the entire agreement between the parties with respect to the subject matter hereof. Any failure to enforce any provision of this Agreement shall not constitute a waiver thereof or of any other provision hereof. This Agreement may not be amended, nor any obligation waived, except by a writing signed by both parties hereto. Any and all disputes arising under or related to this Agreement shall be adjudicated exclusively in CA, USA. The parties have executed this Nondisclosure Agreement as of the date first above written.&lt;br /&gt;Your Company Name. 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Alternatively, you could be the patron saint of monsters, grunge rock, and soft drink straws that aren't long enough for the cup you are using it on (which is inherently monstrous).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Don is a great writer, and his blog is interesting, I wish he would write more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-5295127705735786338?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/5295127705735786338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=5295127705735786338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/5295127705735786338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/5295127705735786338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2008/11/wall-exchange.html' title='Wall exchange'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793991676392886264.post-6830965602843400793</id><published>2008-11-25T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T16:02:26.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess what I did today</title><content type='html'>Today I got to play with $3,280,191K dollars, or 3.28 Billion.  What did you do today you layabout?  Did you watch the news?  Make breakfast?  Sit at your desk and watch the clock?  You make me sick.  How about you call me when you play with more then $100 Million in a day.  Punk!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3793991676392886264-6830965602843400793?l=eclecticmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/feeds/6830965602843400793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3793991676392886264&amp;postID=6830965602843400793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/6830965602843400793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3793991676392886264/posts/default/6830965602843400793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eclecticmess.blogspot.com/2008/11/guess-what-i-did-today.html' title='Guess what I did today'/><author><name>eclectic mess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14468978042377852586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
