<?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-3039307712294690271</id><updated>2011-11-27T17:23:16.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dave Barry's Apprentice</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039307712294690271/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dave Blackmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589699099406122903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SiNaflNdnCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ieEJEUWSJYY/S220/P4170190.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039307712294690271.post-5461926158885780759</id><published>2009-08-02T21:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T22:33:34.477-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter &amp; the Half-Bloo</title><content type='html'>My wife and I went to see the latest Harry Potter flick on Saturday.  When purchasing our tickets at the theater, we opted to use the little kiosk machines in the foyer.  You know the kind of machines I'm talking about, right?  The ones where you can just touch the screen and it selects the thing you weren't trying to touch.  Or it doesn't select anything at all.  So you wait a few seconds, then try again, and still nothing.  A few more seconds waiting, then you try again, and all of a sudden it selects that thing seventeen times.  My zip code is apparently now 8411111111111111.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it didn't have enough room to list the entire title of Harry Potter &amp;amp; the Half-Blood Prince.  So it listed it as Harry Potter &amp;amp; the Half-Bloo.  Which I should have realized was an omen as to how the movie would be.  It half-blew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who are not Harry Potter fans out there, I'll make it easy on you.  I won't talk about Quidditch rules, the four Hogwarts Houses, dementors, or patronii.  I will explain things in much simpler terms.  The bad guys didn't do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, here is some dialogue that's fairly close to the real thing in one of the scenes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter: I'm angry with you, bad person!  I'm going to chase you! (he jumps through fire)&lt;br /&gt;Audience: No, Harry, that's just what she wants!  She's luring you away so you can be attacked!&lt;br /&gt;Harry's girlfriend: Harry, wait up! (she jumps through fire)&lt;br /&gt;Harry's adult friends: We just saw two kids jump through flames but we're too scared to follow!  We'll stay back here for a bit!&lt;br /&gt;Audience: You jerks!  Go protect Harry!&lt;br /&gt;Harry and his girlfriend: Oh no!  We're all alone in the dark now!  And we're surrounded by bad guys who are much more powerful than us!  They could hurt us in like, 1000 different ways!&lt;br /&gt;Bad guys: Let's just stand here looking menacing for a while.  That ought to do the trick!&lt;br /&gt;Harry's adult friends: We're coming now!  We waited a few days for the fire to go out and finally proceeded after the last ember died down!&lt;br /&gt;Bad guys: Oh no, more people are coming.  It's probably best for us to leave in a puff of black smoke.  Well, see you later, Harry.&lt;br /&gt;Harry and his girlfriend: Bye, guys, it was nice meeting you!  See you in a few scenes!  Keep practicing those scary faces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see how frustrating it would be to have a movie with virtually no conflict.  Sure, there was a semi-intense sequence towards the end with some zombies trying to attack.  But then Dumbledore flicked his wand and created fire to ward them off.  Ironic, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's what I think should happen.  We need a BBC television series to depict the Harry Potter books.  We'd be looking at roughly 20 hours of show instead of about two and a half.  I think they could finally put everything from the books into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of books turning into movies, have you heard about "Where the Wild Things Are"?  New feature-length film coming out soon.  We're talking about making an entire movie based on a "book" that consists of ten sentences.  That's right, ten sentences.  To give you an idea of how little that is, this paragraph is already halfway there (even if one of the sentences technically lacks certain essential grammatical properties to form a sentence).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think they got stuck trying to figure out what they were going to have to leave out of that movie.  You can pretty much make sure you've got it all covered in the first five minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pictures today, folks, just wanted to do a short one...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3039307712294690271-5461926158885780759?l=just-another-dave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/feeds/5461926158885780759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/2009/08/harry-potter-half-bloo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039307712294690271/posts/default/5461926158885780759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039307712294690271/posts/default/5461926158885780759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/2009/08/harry-potter-half-bloo.html' title='Harry Potter &amp; the Half-Bloo'/><author><name>Dave Blackmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589699099406122903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SiNaflNdnCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ieEJEUWSJYY/S220/P4170190.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039307712294690271.post-7117497289477963485</id><published>2009-07-24T11:26:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T12:51:10.878-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Today In History returns</title><content type='html'>I know, I know, this has been anticipated for quite a while.  I've been waiting because I wanted to make the column that ushered back in the era of "Today In History" really, REALLY fantastic.  Today in history is probably one of the most important days ever.  Not for the vast numbers of events that took place.  Today in history is so huge because of one single event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this day, July 24, in 1948, Marvin the Martian made his first appearance to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there are any readers out there who are unfamiliar with Marvin the Martian, I wa&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SmoCJOgVjkI/AAAAAAAAAN4/fBnQOYF3n7Q/s1600-h/Marvin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 126px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SmoCJOgVjkI/AAAAAAAAAN4/fBnQOYF3n7Q/s200/Marvin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362100663873801794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nt you to go stick your hands in boiling tar as punishment.  Educate yourselves!  It's Marvin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, take your hands out of the boiling tar and scroll down with your elbows, here are the essentials you should know about Marvin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looney Tunes character.&lt;br /&gt;He's from Mars (duh).&lt;br /&gt;His outfit is, well, there's a picture, look for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;One catchphrase: "Where is the kaboom? There was supposed to be an earth-shattering kaboom!"&lt;br /&gt;He's been trying to destroy the Earth for a VERY long time because it obstructs his view of Venus.&lt;br /&gt;His Earth-destroying attempts are always foiled.&lt;br /&gt;He has a martian pistol that fires energy beams and bubbles.&lt;br /&gt;In 2011, we should expect to see a live-action/computer animated film about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're thinking: "Holy cow boiling tar hurts!"  I'm sure it does.  But you really need to focus on this upcoming movie, because this is a very important issue.  Is Marvin going to be part of the live-action half of the movie?  Or will he be computer animated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Persona&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SmoCXKDPIqI/AAAAAAAAAOI/xX6p1MYBD2E/s1600-h/Bill+Milner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 98px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SmoCXKDPIqI/AAAAAAAAAOI/xX6p1MYBD2E/s200/Bill+Milner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362100903196172962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lly, I think he should be live-action.  And I know just the perfect actor to play him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill Milner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're thinking: "My hands still feel like they've been submerged in boiling tar!"  That's because they were.  But you have a really short attention span.  I doubt any of you have heard of Bill Milner.  That's ok, don't run, I won't ask you to tar-boil your hands again.  You should however, watch the &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/paramount_vantage/sonoframbow/"&gt;preview for "Son of Rambow"&lt;/a&gt;.  Bill Milner plays the character Will Proudfoot (the kid pretending to be the son of Rambow).  Don't you think he'd make a great Marvin?  Well, I suppose if you didn't know Marvin, you wouldn't really know who could portray him we&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SmoCJZ6R_cI/AAAAAAAAAOA/rvDWOaImDno/s1600-h/Gary+Coleman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 127px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SmoCJZ6R_cI/AAAAAAAAAOA/rvDWOaImDno/s200/Gary+Coleman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362100666935410114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ll.  And really it's just a matter of size, because his face is really just a pair of eyes.  Although for those of you who thought that since we were just looking for somebody small and they should have a lot of acting experience, I just don't think Gary Coleman would cut it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, on the subject of actors, if anybody sees Michael Richards today (more popularly known as Kramer, less popularly known as Stanley Spedowski, the Janitor in &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ULSL-taDLeg"&gt;UHF&lt;/a&gt;), wish him a happy birthday from me.  The guy just hit 60 years old today.  And I might as well mention that Gallagher (the watermelon comedian guy) turned 63 today, and Amelia Earhart turned 112.  And if you run into her and wish her a happy birthday, I hope your stay in the Bermuda Triangle is pleasant and goes on without a hitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Gary Coleman for a moment (because really, all good conversations get back to him at some point).  A lot of you may know that he has a life littered with criminal charges.  In 1998 he was charged with assault after he punched a woman.  But most people don't know the setting of that story.  Let me quote this sentence from Wikipedia directly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Coleman had been working as a security guard, and bus driver Tracy Fields requested his autograph while he was shopping for a bulletproof vest in a California mall."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that not one of the best sentences you've ever read?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did Coleman get a job as a security guard?  He's 4 feet, 8 inches tall.  What security guard company hires regardless of height?  I mean, I'm all for equal opportunity, but some people just aren't c&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SmoCXi382DI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/SOjvnCnknTY/s1600-h/Brookstone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 84px; height: 114px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SmoCXi382DI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/SOjvnCnknTY/s200/Brookstone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362100909859723314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ut out for certain occupations!  And it wouldn't even be a dinky security company where they never see any action because he was allegedly shopping for a BULLETPROOF VEST!!!  Can you even find those in your average mall?  Are there new, high-tech versions of them hanging on the racks in Brookstone, right next to their massage chairs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Gary Coleman ran for governor of California in 2003.  He turned up in 8th place with over 14 thousand votes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, the moment you've all been waiting for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gary Coleman's YouTube highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jZ9LWSUEeEw"&gt;The good ol' days&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4BgrG4SB3Kw"&gt;Divorce Court&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.halestormentertainment.com/movies/churchball/CB_Teaser_Progressive.mov"&gt;The Church Ball trailer&lt;/a&gt; (one of Gary's latest films)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://foreverloyal.files.wordpress.com/2008/09/marvin_the_martian.jpg"&gt;Marvin the Martian&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.publicradio.org/content/2008/05/05/20080505_will_33.jpg"&gt;Bill Milner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://electricityandlust.files.wordpress.com/2008/01/gary-coleman.jpg"&gt;Gary Coleman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogs.targetx.com/une/JessicaOliveira/brookstone.jpg"&gt;Brookstone Shopper Enjoying Massage Chair&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3039307712294690271-7117497289477963485?l=just-another-dave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/feeds/7117497289477963485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/2009/07/today-in-history-returns.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039307712294690271/posts/default/7117497289477963485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039307712294690271/posts/default/7117497289477963485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/2009/07/today-in-history-returns.html' title='Today In History returns'/><author><name>Dave Blackmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589699099406122903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SiNaflNdnCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ieEJEUWSJYY/S220/P4170190.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SmoCJOgVjkI/AAAAAAAAAN4/fBnQOYF3n7Q/s72-c/Marvin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039307712294690271.post-4276912704459904126</id><published>2009-07-23T09:01:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T10:19:38.081-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Misc.</title><content type='html'>For those of you who are more recent to this blog, I'd like to reiterate its purpose.  I would love to take over where Dave Barry left off, a few years ago.  I'd love to be a humor columnist.  So I'm following his style as closely as I deem appropriate without crossing any of those silly little plagiarism lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even offer $50 to the person who can arrange for Dave Barry and I to meet.  I'd love to take him to lunch and discuss how I could fill in the shoes he left behind.  I'd also like to ask him how he's been getting on these past few years without any shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to business.  I've been mostly doing "Today In History" sketches, analyzing the historical events that occurred on each day in...um...history.  But I'm finding more and more days are quite devoid of good material to work with.  It's hard to turn the opening of some concentration camp into humor.  So I may still throw in a "Today In History" every now and then, but I'm also planning on straying out to other topics.  Like today for instance.  We'll be discussing:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SmiM20qHzaI/AAAAAAAAANo/PycsDT7UaeM/s1600-h/FakeMecha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SmiM20qHzaI/AAAAAAAAANo/PycsDT7UaeM/s200/FakeMecha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361690229860715938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mecha robots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, these are fictitious robots that are gigantic.  They usually have some resemblance to humans (in shape, not size or function) which allows them to act like humans. Often they do battle, so they act like humans by doing martial arts, sword fighting, and I'm sure they could make obscene gestures at their opponents.  Sometimes though, when they're not protecting Japan from radioactive experiments gone horribly awry, they like to lounge around the house watching television, just like humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun idea, right?  Putting the "fiction" back into "science fiction" right?  Not anymore.  Carlos Owens decided to build one in his own backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SmiM6pGvvRI/AAAAAAAAANw/4smes-nxKhU/s1600-h/Mecha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SmiM6pGvvRI/AAAAAAAAANw/4smes-nxKhU/s200/Mecha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361690295479024914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's 18 feet tall and weighs about a ton.  This thing is steel, cables, and hydraulics.  He imagines these being used in war ultimately, so naturally he programmed his robot to raise its arms, bend its knees, and do a sit-up.  So the mecha should be able to at least pass basic training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that kills me is that it only cost this guy $25,000 to make.  It's like Carlos just built a new car for himself.  I sure hope he rides his mecha to work.  That'd be sweet.  He could get any parking spot he wanted.  Actually, he'd probably need most of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if Carlos' mecha can transform into a boombox or anything, but I still think this is pretty sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, Carlos wasn't the first one to make something like this.  His is the most similar in design to the Power Rangers' one, but there were a few predecessors:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oVwbUljGs3g"&gt;Landwalker&lt;/a&gt; (Japanese)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CD2V8GFqk_Y"&gt;A hexapod walking tractor&lt;/a&gt; (built by Timberjack)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JD1OOvLBojo"&gt;T-52 Enryu&lt;/a&gt; (again, Japanese)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of those videos is the guy remotely operating the T-52.  He's twenty feet away with his arm movements controlling the robot remotely.  And he's got a hard hat on, just in case the tent he's in collapses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say, I still prefer Carlos' model.  Even if he has put the mecha robots on hold for right now because he's working on something else that he describes as "perdy frikken kewl!!!"  I am not exaggerating, those are his exact words.  There were even three exclamation marks.  I don't know what could be "kewl"er than these mechas!  I mean, this guy did anti-ballistic testing on the carrier chassis for the augmentation suit with promising results!  I really don't know what that means, but it definitely sounds worthy of governmental funding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was searching around on YouTube for reasonably awesome videos having to do with mechas, and I came across this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mcxioU7AMM4"&gt;Japanese Spider-Man show&lt;/a&gt; (with a mecha Spider-man robot for some reason)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also reminded of Robot Chicken's interpretation of Voltron.  I'd recommend jumping this video to 35 seconds in.  Voltron (a mecha) is forced to compete in a dance-off against one of its enemies.  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pWWhKMGj3sY"&gt;Voltron gets "served".&lt;/a&gt;  Not the best video quality, but it's the thought that counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.giantbomb.com/uploads/0/24/10833-Mech_NovaCat_super.jpg"&gt;Fake Mecha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gizmodo.com/5285757/homemade-mecha-is-lonely-without-other-mechas-to-beat-up-on"&gt;Real Mecha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3039307712294690271-4276912704459904126?l=just-another-dave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/feeds/4276912704459904126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/2009/07/misc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039307712294690271/posts/default/4276912704459904126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039307712294690271/posts/default/4276912704459904126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/2009/07/misc.html' title='Misc.'/><author><name>Dave Blackmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589699099406122903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SiNaflNdnCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ieEJEUWSJYY/S220/P4170190.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SmiM20qHzaI/AAAAAAAAANo/PycsDT7UaeM/s72-c/FakeMecha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039307712294690271.post-2212987155833811420</id><published>2009-07-22T08:36:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T11:24:45.480-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My trip</title><content type='html'>So a few eons ago, roughly in the dirt age, I said I wouldn't be putting personal stuff on this blog.  I wanted to make it funny, not a my-life-cumentary.  I'm going to break that rule today though.  I think you'll still find it more amusing than informative.  My rule of thumb is going to be this: If, by the time you have finished reading this, you have laughed at least thrice, I have succeeded.  However, once you have read this, if you can tell me what color my toothbrush is, I'll know I crossed the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to give you a little background, so bear with me.  My wife and I flew to Boston with her family, stayed for a couple nights, then started a cruise that went around the New England area and ended in Montreal.  My wife's family then flew back home but my wife and I stayed a couple days in Montreal.  Let me see if I can paint a more colorful picture for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Boston we all stayed at a wonderful hotel right on the waterfront.  We were on &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SmdI9611HOI/AAAAAAAAANA/db1jtqUPw10/s1600-h/Nice+hotel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 106px; height: 168px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SmdI9611HOI/AAAAAAAAANA/db1jtqUPw10/s200/Nice+hotel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361334110012120290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the 12th floor.  Each room had roughly four dozen plug systems in the wall, so that you could simultaneously recharge phones, work on the laptop, listen to your iPod, and, for the more adventuresome traveller, bring your own washer and dryer from home and do your laundry.  The flatscreen televisions in all the rooms got so many channels that I think they made it to the four and five digits.  I started randomly pressing numbers to see what I might chance upon and I'm pretty sure I got shots from the Hubble on one channel and, on the next, a thermal imaging satellite display of the current position of enemy troops in Afghanistan.  The cleaning staff were all highly-trained ninjas.  They didn't knock.  You never saw them.  Things just appeared clean within fourteen seconds of being out-of-place or dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we got on the cruise ship.  Each room here had fruit bowls where you could select which fruit you wanted to appear in there daily.  All the meals were provided on &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SmdJTjZJKqI/AAAAAAAAANY/r6otqZtiOKM/s1600-h/Cruise+ship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 153px; height: 99px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SmdJTjZJKqI/AAAAAAAAANY/r6otqZtiOKM/s200/Cruise+ship.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361334481674906274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;board, of course, except somehow my usual diet of three square meals a day was transformed into 5 or 6 meals a day.  And the effect they had on my mid-section was definitely not the shape of a square.  There was so much dessert that they had an on-board dentist you were required to visit every other day to take care of the new cavities that had cropped up due to the sugar overload.  The beds and pillows were plush and envelopped you in their arms of luxury every time you lay down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we arrived at Montreal.  On our own now, my wife and I had opted for a slightly cheaper hotel.  In the E-mail correspondence I had with the hotel staff (confirming our reservation, etc.), they asked me if we would like, and I quote, "a double-bad room or a queen bad room."  One typo I can forgive, but this clearly shows the intention was to write "bad".  I can even be a little forgiving of those who don't speak English perfectly!  Shoot, Montreal is a pretty multi-lingual town, I understand that!  But "bad" is one of the first words you learn in another language.  Here's the actual order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SmdI-JpeBFI/AAAAAAAAANI/gIhOLU2ph5s/s1600-h/Mugger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 135px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SmdI-JpeBFI/AAAAAAAAANI/gIhOLU2ph5s/s200/Mugger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361334113986806866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The alphabet&lt;br /&gt;Numbers 1-10&lt;br /&gt;"Hello."&lt;br /&gt;"How are you?"&lt;br /&gt;"Good/Bad/So-so."&lt;br /&gt;"Where is the bathroom?"&lt;br /&gt;"Please don't shoot, I'll give you my wallet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it depends on which country you're going to.  Sometimes they teach you that last phrase before anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we arrive at the hotel.  It's in a very different part of town than what we're used to.  I'll just leave it at that and let you use your imagination.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SmdJUJvPwuI/AAAAAAAAANg/qlxa5DLJEVs/s1600-h/Ziggurat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 184px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SmdJUJvPwuI/AAAAAAAAANg/qlxa5DLJEVs/s200/Ziggurat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361334491968160482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So already I'm feeling a little queasy about this hotel.  Then I see that upon opening the front door, I'm faced with about 3000 steps.  It looks like I've just entered an indoor ziggurat.  I kept expecting to meet a Shaolin monk at the top who was going to teach me the forgotten martial art of Kao Tung.  No such luck.  Just the reception desk...er...window thingee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we get to our room and I'm thinking the place can't be all that bad.  Sure, it has a few quirks, but every place does, right?  The wall paint is cracked (on the walls that were painted), the phone doesn't work, the alarm clock is displaying what I presume are either Russian letters or Stargate symbols, the closet is...ok there isn't a closet, the bed feels like it's just a thin, dirty sheet thrown over slate rock, and the towels in the bathroom look like they were used to clean the bathroom floor and then hung back on the rack.  That last hypothesis really wouldn't surprise me if I found out it were true because the person we had passed on our way to our room was not actually another tenant but the cleaning man.  And for a cleaning guy, it looked like he didn't mind doing other people's rooms but had a strict personal rule against rendering his own chamber a little less...scary.  Let's just say that if I worked for the &lt;a href="http://www.cdc.gov/"&gt;CDC&lt;/a&gt;, I would have roped off the area immediately and taken an iodine shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had been lying down on his bed watching TV in a wifebeater and boxer shorts, one cigarette in his mouth, another in his hand.  In that same hand was a bottle of liquor (there was another half-full bottle of the same stuff by the TV).  His hair seemed to have migrated south off his head and was now setting up camp all over his torso.  He had given a partially-toothless smile and nod at us as we passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, we spent very little of our sojourn in the hotel.  However, the room was booked and we were only there for a few days, so we opted to stay.  One evening as we came home there was a poor soul sitting at the top of the staircase.  The gender was indecipherable from the bottom of the steps (and from the top for that matter), although I was fairly certain it was a human.  It looked like he(?) had been captured in a giant net, beaten over the head, and robbed of most of his clothes.  As I approached the last thousand steps I was able to see him more clearly and distinguish that my first assumption had been incorrect.  He had chosen to dye his hair blood-red and the giant net actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WAS&lt;/span&gt; the primary clothing he was sporting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So our accommodations throughout the trip juxtaposed quite nicely together (Mrs. Gafford, my twelfth grade English teacher would be so proud of me for using the word "juxtaposed" correctly in that sentence).  From the height of fancy living right down to the depths of funkytown.  To be fair, the owners/managers of that last hotel were quite nice once we successfully communicated through makeshift sign language.  Which was mostly necessary because I was out of breath after climbing to an entirely different elevation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, my toothbrush is blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SmdI-R3BJMI/AAAAAAAAANQ/UFItRDjs7j8/s1600-h/Toothbrush.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 80px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SmdI-R3BJMI/AAAAAAAAANQ/UFItRDjs7j8/s200/Toothbrush.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361334116191118530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://wtms.worldtek.com/events/169/boswf_phototour01.jpg"&gt;Boston Hotel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ships-info.info/design/Maasdam.jpg"&gt;Cruise Ship&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.sky.com/sky-news/content/StaticFile/jpg/2006/Jul/Week4/1429947.jpg"&gt;Mugger&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rkcheung.com/Iraq/ZigguratUp.jpg"&gt;Ziggurat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.neopets.com/items/tooth_bluebrush.gif"&gt;Toothbrush&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3039307712294690271-2212987155833811420?l=just-another-dave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/feeds/2212987155833811420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-trip.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039307712294690271/posts/default/2212987155833811420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039307712294690271/posts/default/2212987155833811420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-trip.html' title='My trip'/><author><name>Dave Blackmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589699099406122903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SiNaflNdnCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ieEJEUWSJYY/S220/P4170190.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SmdI9611HOI/AAAAAAAAANA/db1jtqUPw10/s72-c/Nice+hotel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039307712294690271.post-2785844370808876322</id><published>2009-07-08T07:32:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T10:24:19.504-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Last One For A While</title><content type='html'>Alright kiddos, I'm leaving tomorrow, so start preparing yourselves now for my absence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some great tidbits of history, taken from a smattering of the days I'm going to be gone (so you don't miss the good stuff):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SlTF6u-9yNI/AAAAAAAAAMw/rOF9qW0QAyY/s1600-h/SoapySmith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 92px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SlTF6u-9yNI/AAAAAAAAAMw/rOF9qW0QAyY/s200/SoapySmith.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356123469685573842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Soapy Smith was shot on July 8, 1898, releasing Skagway, Alaska from his iron grip.  Soapy was a con man and a gangster back in the day.  I know, I know, "Soapy" is not the most intimidating nickname.  Apparently for 20 years he would sell bars of soap.  The crowd thought there was money inside the wrapping of some of the bars.  His gang of fiendish soapy accomplices would be in the crowd, buy a bar or two of soap, and then loudly proclaim to have won something.  Of course, they had produced whatever they "won".  Twenty years folks.  This guy ran the first infomercial for twenty years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, it gets better.  In Skagway he set up a telegraph office in 1897.  Telegraph lines didn't even reach Skagway until 1901.  You do the math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also on July 8, but in 1932, the Dow Jones hit the lowest level of the Great Depression, bottoming out at 41.22.  Good thing we've come a long way since that relative level of cra&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SlTF9hXa6DI/AAAAAAAAAM4/yVfA9--MxSc/s1600-h/Guinness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 79px; height: 137px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SlTF9hXa6DI/AAAAAAAAAM4/yVfA9--MxSc/s200/Guinness.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356123517569656882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ppy economics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Jul 10, 988 AD, the city of Dublin is founded.  Within 12 minutes Guinness was invented for the celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On July 12, any year, not too much happened.  It has a record low number of events recorded as taking place on that day in history (21).  I'm used to 70+ events for a given day.  So when July 12 rolls around, do something big and important, knowing that you just made it a more striking day than most people ever, anywhere, at any point in history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, do that on July 13th.  They only had a whopping 16 events.  However, one of those 16 was the completion of the Hollywoodland sign in Los Angeles, in 1923.  The last four letters were dropped in 1949 when it was renovated.  They were then sold to Joseph Shmoe, for $82.50.  Joe promptly erected them in his backyard, just under giant letters reading "UFOs" and over giant letters reading "HERE".  Oddly enough, he has not been heard from since...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy cow!  Only 23 events on July 14th!  Apparently if you do something big and important in July, you're most likely outdoing history.  What a boring month!  It's a good thing I'm taking off on vacation, because I obviously wouldn't have enough material on a daily basis if I stuck around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it.  I'm stopping this madness.  No point in looking over another dozen events for the days I'll be gone.  Instead, how about I give you some good things to do during the time that you normally would have reserved for my blog?  Similar to the post from a few days ago, when I gave you a few websites that I found intriguing/funny, only better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YouTube Greats:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JdxkVQy7QLM"&gt;Pachelbel Rant&lt;/a&gt; (careful, the last fifteen seconds or so he launches into some pg-13 language)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7bmpFCwZbwM&amp;amp;feature=fvhl"&gt;PES Fireworks&lt;/a&gt; (I have no idea what PES is, but this is short and neat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_PHnRIn74Ag&amp;amp;feature=haxa_popt00us08"&gt;Evian Roller Babies&lt;/a&gt; (I knew this one was gold after 5 seconds)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KW18GGGKJQM"&gt;Amazing Japanese...um...Something&lt;/a&gt; (I did this exact same thing as a kid, only without the Japanese interludes, which roughly translated mean "This product was not made in Taiwan")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SUNmLuNdiL8"&gt;Cats&lt;/a&gt; (Not the musical.  I'm usually against those thousands of cat and dog videos, but when I saw the cat hanging on for dear life to a ceiling fan IN MOTION, well, this video won me over)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hjkUC9KZWMg"&gt;Fun prank, but it's WAY too complex for me to ever actually do&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C1zY38p0Lpw"&gt;Funny kid with stage fright...he looks like he's about to hurl...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZA1NoOOoaNw"&gt;Wow.  I just don't know what to say.&lt;/a&gt;  I will say this though, after about a minute or so, there are some crude references and a big bad swear word drops out of nowhere toward the end.  Consider yourself forewarned.  But the first minute is good clean fun and you'll probably laugh harder than you ever have before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1w3evmb-z4Y"&gt;One of those contagiously funny moments&lt;/a&gt; The sad thing is that I don't think this was staged.  Some foreign talk show about a very serious subject (no idea what the subject was, my language skills are not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;finely tuned) and the host can't stop laughing at this one guy's voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mArGzsNglCU&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;The most outdoorsy guy ever&lt;/a&gt; I think actually, that if I were stuck on a deserted island with this guy, I'd vote myself off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q5im0Ssyyus"&gt;Charlie the Unicorn&lt;/a&gt; (no explanation needed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7MJpDwJ8sEo"&gt;The best fight scene ever, hands-down.&lt;/a&gt; Imagine a protagonist that is a combination of the following: Cheech Marin's looks, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Simpsons&lt;/span&gt; Abu, Bruce Lee, Jackie Chan, Chuck Norris, and Richard Simmons.  Oh, and don't forget Awesome.  Mix some Awesome in there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save those for special occasions, string it out, make 'em last.  'Cuz this is all you get for about two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/a/ac/Soapy_Smith_1898.jpg"&gt;Soapy Smith&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.earthlink.net/%7Emikerider/webpics/GuinnessBeer.jpg"&gt;Ireland's "Health" Drink&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3039307712294690271-2785844370808876322?l=just-another-dave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/feeds/2785844370808876322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/2009/07/last-one-for-while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039307712294690271/posts/default/2785844370808876322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039307712294690271/posts/default/2785844370808876322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/2009/07/last-one-for-while.html' title='Last One For A While'/><author><name>Dave Blackmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589699099406122903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SiNaflNdnCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ieEJEUWSJYY/S220/P4170190.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SlTF6u-9yNI/AAAAAAAAAMw/rOF9qW0QAyY/s72-c/SoapySmith.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039307712294690271.post-8767418095568040531</id><published>2009-07-07T08:06:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T09:01:47.713-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoa...freaky...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SlNiO3PjFKI/AAAAAAAAAMY/6xZ98zHano4/s1600-h/7.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SlNiO3PjFKI/AAAAAAAAAMY/6xZ98zHano4/s200/7.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355732389360506018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today must be the luckiest day of the year.  Here's why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of a number between 1 and 10.  Take a guess, let's see if you can come close.  You're absolutely right, it was seven.  I opted not to write that out, just in case you saw it and therefore tossed out all possibility of you thinking of anything OTHER than seven.  I know, I'm quite scientific.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the number seven is lucky for the vast majority of people.  Who knows why?  It's really quite weird in my opinion.  People tend to like the number 7.  There's no explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what is today?  A day full of sevens.  July &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;7&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;7&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;7&lt;/span&gt;), leaving 1&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;77&lt;/span&gt; days remaining in the year.  And on this day in 180&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;, the Peace of Tilsit between France, Prussia, and Russia (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; countries) ends the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Fourth&lt;/span&gt; Coalition.  3+4=&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But does it stop there?  Oh no.  July &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1865&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;four &lt;/span&gt;conspirators in the assassination of President Lincoln are hanged.  So let's review those numbers: 1, 8, 6, 5, 4.  8-1=&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;, 6+5-4=&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally on this day in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1946&lt;/span&gt;, Howard Hughes is nearly killed when his XF-&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;11 &lt;/span&gt;spy plane prototype crashes in a Beverly Hills neighborhood.  And what's the Beverly Hills zip code we all know and love?  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;90210&lt;/span&gt;.  So, follow me on this with all the numbers in this paragraph (1, 9, 4, 6, 11, 9, 2, 1, zeros never do anything, so I'm dropping them):&lt;br /&gt;1+9+4=14&lt;br /&gt;14 x 6=84&lt;br /&gt;84/11=7.63636363...&lt;br /&gt;2+1=3, so wipe out all those 3s after the decimal in the last result, which leaves you with&lt;br /&gt;7.6666666...&lt;br /&gt;9-3=6, so wipe out all those 6s after the same decimal, and what do you get?  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, with my amazing math powers, I could start a religion.  Or at least a cult. Give me some random biblical prophecy and away I go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else is today in history famous for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first military draft in the U.S. (1863).  Payment of $100 could land you an exemption though.  Payment of $20 only got you the National Guard apparently.  And by the way, yes, I do realize that this was during the Civil War, so National Guard duty probably wouldn't have kept you out of the line of fire much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SlNiikTeNTI/AAAAAAAAAMo/P7DysE-9kwU/s1600-h/Sliced+Bread.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 116px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SlNiikTeNTI/AAAAAAAAAMo/P7DysE-9kwU/s200/Sliced+Bread.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355732727874073906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sliced bread being sold for the first time (1928).  It was described as "the greatest forward step in the baking industry since wrapped bread."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother Frances Cabrini becomes the first American to be canonized (1946).  Of c&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SlNiPU51_lI/AAAAAAAAAMg/FgRTA4aITMA/s1600-h/Cabrini+Shrine.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SlNiPU51_lI/AAAAAAAAAMg/FgRTA4aITMA/s200/Cabrini+Shrine.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355732397322534482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ourse, she had only become an American officially 8 years before she died...  She's the patron saint of immigrants apparently.  I managed to secure a picture of the shrine to Mother Cabrini in Manhattan.  Have fun with this picture.  I think you'll find Waldo before you can distinguish any sort of shrine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, just one year to the day after Mother Cabrini's canonization, Roswell gets its UFO incident.  That's right, the whole Roswell UFO thing happened on 7/7/1947 (1+9+4-7=&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there are &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt; letters in the town name of Roswell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And New Mexico was the 4&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;th state to join the Union...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And cue the X-Files theme music...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/d/d7/7NumberSevenInCircle.png"&gt;Seven&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www1.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/4414731/2/istockphoto_4414731_sliced_bread.jpg"&gt;Sliced Bread&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/1/1e/Cabrini_Shrine_701_Ft_Wash_Av_jeh.JPG"&gt;Cabrini Shrine?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3039307712294690271-8767418095568040531?l=just-another-dave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/feeds/8767418095568040531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/2009/07/whoafreaky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039307712294690271/posts/default/8767418095568040531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039307712294690271/posts/default/8767418095568040531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/2009/07/whoafreaky.html' title='Whoa...freaky...'/><author><name>Dave Blackmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589699099406122903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SiNaflNdnCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ieEJEUWSJYY/S220/P4170190.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SlNiO3PjFKI/AAAAAAAAAMY/6xZ98zHano4/s72-c/7.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039307712294690271.post-3832100543797521099</id><published>2009-07-06T09:29:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T11:23:08.946-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another trip this week</title><content type='html'>Sorry, folks, but this Thursday I'm leaving again on vacation.  It's what summer is all about, isn't it?  I'll be gone for a while, but don't worry, I'll still do what I can to keep you occupied...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SlIyOhf0odI/AAAAAAAAAMA/dZuK1UWYIzQ/s1600-h/Pope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 114px; height: 161px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SlIyOhf0odI/AAAAAAAAAMA/dZuK1UWYIzQ/s200/Pope.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355398131988341202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in history marked something about a charter issued by a Pope.  The important thing to remember about this is not the event or even the subject of the solemn decree.  It is the term for these documents coming from a Pope.  Are you ready for this?  Papal bull.  Sounds to me like it got that name from some atheists who were trying to express what they thought the Pope's words &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt; were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 6 also marks the day that Saint Thomas More was beheaded.  In 1535 he refused to sign the Act of Supremacy that declared Henry VIII the Supreme Head of the Church of England.  See, Henry the VIII felt that everything the Pope said was papal bull.  Saint Thomas More disagreed.  The interesting thing to note is that good ol' Tommy More was a lawyer and a politician.  And they made him a SAINT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to sports news in history, today marks the first ever Major League Baseball All-Star game.  Maybe what I'm about to say will make sense to some of y&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SlIydSXIfbI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/7pAmZDU-ZXw/s1600-h/Baseball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 114px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SlIydSXIfbI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/7pAmZDU-ZXw/s200/Baseball.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355398385623399858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ou, but not being a die-hard sports fanatic, it's really confusing to me.  The people that play in this game are the all-stars from the National League and American League.  That's like having a National Anthem (which we do) and an American Anthem (which we don't).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to research this more fully to make some sense of it.  I discovered that the primary difference between the American League (AL) and the National League (NL) is that the AL allows a designated hitter (DH).  That's the big whopping difference that necessitated an entirely different league.  So now I'm sure the burning question on your minds is whether or not a DH is allowed in the All-Star game.  It actually depends on WHERE they play.  If they're in an AL stadium, then both teams can have designated hitters.  If in an NL stadium, neither team can have a DH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems a bit ridiculous, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And moving along, to the more recent history, on this day in 2003, we sent out five METIs.  A METI is Messaging to Extra-Terrestrial Intelligence.  So these 5 METIs that were sent in 2003 went to five different stars, presumably to give us better odds of running into sentient beings from outer space.  The first one is due to arrive in 2036, at which point we'll probably be able to send METIs from our cell phones.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SlIyPLNe9SI/AAAAAAAAAMI/t2fLTBwFKQc/s1600-h/Alien+Texting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SlIyPLNe9SI/AAAAAAAAAMI/t2fLTBwFKQc/s200/Alien+Texting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355398143185712418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2036 METI example:&lt;br /&gt;To: Aliens&lt;br /&gt;From: Dave&lt;br /&gt;Wanna B BFF?  If u get this, I'll ROFL!  RUMOF?  CULA!  Beam me up soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, even by 2036, there won't be a suitable texting abbreviation for "Beam me up soon".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://itodyaso.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/pope1.jpg"&gt;Pope&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://content.answers.com/main/content/img/oxford/Oxford_Sports/0199210896.baseball-finger.1.jpg"&gt;Sweet baseball catch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mobileshop.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/mobile-phones-and-texts-to-trigger-alien-invasion.jpg"&gt;Alien response to our 2036 METIs from cell phones&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3039307712294690271-3832100543797521099?l=just-another-dave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/feeds/3832100543797521099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/2009/07/another-trip-this-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039307712294690271/posts/default/3832100543797521099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039307712294690271/posts/default/3832100543797521099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/2009/07/another-trip-this-week.html' title='Another trip this week'/><author><name>Dave Blackmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589699099406122903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SiNaflNdnCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ieEJEUWSJYY/S220/P4170190.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SlIyOhf0odI/AAAAAAAAAMA/dZuK1UWYIzQ/s72-c/Pope.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039307712294690271.post-652609956943758696</id><published>2009-07-02T08:25:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T09:38:14.343-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Superstore Across The River Styx</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SkzR7jdheCI/AAAAAAAAALg/zZGOuS4zoDo/s1600-h/Frowny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 138px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SkzR7jdheCI/AAAAAAAAALg/zZGOuS4zoDo/s200/Frowny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353884878098233378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today in history is a sad one indeed.  I hope you're sitting down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very first Walmart opened for business on July 2, in Rogers, Arkansas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the world has never been the same since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to say, I don't have a personal vendetta against Walmart.  I really don't.  I think crushing all the opposition and pursuing greater wealth and domination is what football is all about.  I mean, America.  It's what America is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask anybody what the American dream is and they'll tell you it's success and wealth untold, from nothing to something, from rags to riches.  I think Walmart personifies that dream, having gone from their humble Arkansas roots to the world's largest public corporation by revenue (and what other factors really matter?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who do feel that Walmart is the devil though, and that their HQ is firmly founded in Hades, make sure you're well aware of Walmart's grasp on humanity:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walmart owns Sam's Club.&lt;br /&gt;In other countries, Walmart goes by the following aliases: Walmex, Asda, Seiyu.&lt;br /&gt;Walmart may be a shareholder on your soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who feel it is morally acceptable to shop at Walmart, let me make it easier for you to sleep at night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SkzSCxSOyAI/AAAAAAAAALw/yN0Yi3UMs2w/s1600-h/Environmental.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 105px; height: 105px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SkzSCxSOyAI/AAAAAAAAALw/yN0Yi3UMs2w/s200/Environmental.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353885002068051970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In October of 2005, Walmart announced they would be starting a lot of environmental initiatives to increase energy efficiency.  One of the main goals was spending $500 million per year to increase fuel efficiency in Walmart's truck fleet.  The idea is to increase their efficiency by 25% within 3 years, and then have it doubled by 2015.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.  Alternatively, they could buy at least 20,000 Americans a new Prius each year.  That would be kind of neat.  They could start with their employees, which would probably solve ALL of their problems with lawsuits, accusations of being discriminatory/racist/sexist/whatever-ist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SkzR-t3Yl-I/AAAAAAAAALo/ZA_WNu7imJM/s1600-h/Prius.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 78px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SkzR-t3Yl-I/AAAAAAAAALo/ZA_WNu7imJM/s200/Prius.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353884932430665698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know which plan would be more environmentally-friendly, but I'm considering applying for a job there, just in case they go the Prius route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, do you recall about five minutes ago when I mentioned Rogers, Arkansas, where Walmart got jump-started?  Well Rogers lays claim to another awesome American chain.  The HQ of Daisy Outdoor Products is located in Rogers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SkzSDc_OJhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/7a34qv8XUUo/s1600-h/Daisy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 92px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SkzSDc_OJhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/7a34qv8XUUo/s200/Daisy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353885013799478802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What's that?  You don't know Daisy Outdoor Products?  Let's see if I can jog your memory with a couple movie quotes.  They'll get progressively easier and you'll soon see the relevance of Daisy Outdoor Products:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aunt Clara had for years labored under the delusion that I was not only perpetually 4 years old, but also a girl."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Some men are Baptists, others Catholics; my father was an Oldsmobile man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"With as much dignity as he could muster, the Old Man gathered up the sad remains of his shattered major award. Later that night, alone in the backyard, he buried it next to the garage. Now I could never be sure, but I thought that I heard the sound of "Taps" being played, gently."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mothers know nothing about creeping marauders burrowing through the snow toward the kitchen where only you and you alone stand between your tiny, huddled family and insensate evil."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mommy's little piggie!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want an Official Red Ryder Carbine-Action Two-Hundred-Shot Range Model Air Rifle!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To that last one, Santa Claus, his teacher, and just about every character in the movie (with the exception of his little brother Randy) tells him that he'll shoot his eye out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who makes the Official Red Ryder Carbine-Action Two-Hundred-Shot Range Model Air Rifle?  Daisy Outdoor Products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's got to be a part of the American dream too.  Come to America with nothing, and end up with a superstore and a gun.  At least you'll be able to protect your family as they huddle and cower in the kitchen, the one room in the house that all evil-doers attack first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/frowny%20face/je_man0000/frowny_face.jpg"&gt;Frowny Face&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.visiondecor.com/imgs/environmentally%20friendly.jpg"&gt;Environmentally Friendly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cache.gizmodo.com/assets/images/gizmodo/2008/07/prius.jpg"&gt;Toyota Prius&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://daisy.com/_graphics/homemain.jpg"&gt;Daisy Outdoor Products&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'll be out of town for a few days, so you're on your own.  Mostly.  You can check out these websites in your spare time (only one per day, you've got to pace yourself):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.museumofhoaxes.com/hoax/aprilfool/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best pranks of all time&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.miniclip.com/games/block-drop/en/"&gt;An oddly addictive puzzle game&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cs.cmu.edu/%7Ebingbin/"&gt;Random facts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newsoftheweird.com/"&gt;Weird news&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That should be enough to keep you tied up for a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3039307712294690271-652609956943758696?l=just-another-dave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/feeds/652609956943758696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/2009/07/superstore-across-river-styx.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039307712294690271/posts/default/652609956943758696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039307712294690271/posts/default/652609956943758696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/2009/07/superstore-across-river-styx.html' title='A Superstore Across The River Styx'/><author><name>Dave Blackmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589699099406122903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SiNaflNdnCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ieEJEUWSJYY/S220/P4170190.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SkzR7jdheCI/AAAAAAAAALg/zZGOuS4zoDo/s72-c/Frowny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039307712294690271.post-5997738484103648075</id><published>2009-07-01T09:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T10:05:09.722-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This one's for you, Canada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SkuI45ToBaI/AAAAAAAAALI/-lRzRDv-v7E/s1600-h/North+America.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 173px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SkuI45ToBaI/AAAAAAAAALI/-lRzRDv-v7E/s200/North+America.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353523093097153954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today in history has a whole lot of Canuck in it.  I mean &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt;.  And by the way, I really wasn't sure if Canuck would be offensive to anybody.  I'm sure we Americans offend Canadians all the time though, so they're probably used to it.  Oh well, they're still part of North America, whether they like it or not. And there's not a whole lot they can do about it if they don't like it.  Please refer to my very reliable map of North America on the right, which has mispelled Hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously though, I like both Canada and Canadians.  So I hope nothing here offends you.  I figure Canuck is probably like calling me a Yankee (at which point I stick a feather in my hat and call it maccaroni).  Shouldn't do too much damage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Wikipedia has 72 events marking this day in history.  Obviously there's a lot more than that, but Wikipedia chooses only the most stellar events, or in other words, only things that have a Wikipedia article about them (which is probably why my birthday was ousted when I secretly tacked it on to the June 10 Wikipedia article).  Out of those 72 epic occasions, guess how many involve my northern neighbors?  12.  For those of you who are not mathematicians, that's over FORTY PERCENT!  For those of you who ARE mathematicians, please don't tell the others that it's not over forty percent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In truth it's only 17% (rounded up to the nearest integer...oh yes Mr. Dunston, I was listening in 9th grade math).  But still, Canada doesn't occupy 17% of the world's, well, anything!  So today, Canada, is your special day.  We raise our hockey sticks, maple syrup, and grizzly bears, and we salute you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the Canadian events mentioned in Today in History are frankly dull and boring, as classified such by the American Committee for Dull and Boring Incidents.  Since Canada's a part of North America, I believe there are even Canadians on that committee.  However,  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O Canada &lt;/span&gt;officially became Canada's national anthem on this day in 1980.  Neither dull, nor boring.  In fact &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O Canada&lt;/span&gt; has an interested tangled past of intrigue and drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, since 1867, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God Save The King&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Maple Leaf Forever&lt;/span&gt; had been comp&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SkuI5J8-XBI/AAAAAAAAALQ/j82sjwsi2aE/s1600-h/MapleLeafForever.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SkuI5J8-XBI/AAAAAAAAALQ/j82sjwsi2aE/s200/MapleLeafForever.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353523097565551634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;eting as unofficial national anthems.  Then &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O Canada&lt;/span&gt; came into the picture and blew 'em both out of the water so forcefully and obviously that the Canadian government scrambled to buy the rights to the lyrics and music.  So badly did they want those rights that they pooled all their savings and spared no expense.  And the lyrics and music to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O Canada&lt;/span&gt; were purchased for ONE DOLLAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not even a good ol' steady greenback American dollar, either.  That's a Canuck buck.  It would have been worth about 85 American cents back in the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say though, it's not hard to see why &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Maple Leaf Forever&lt;/span&gt; didn't win in the end.  I kid you not, some of its lyrics include talking about enjoining in love the thistle, shamrock, rose, and maple leaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Here's another interesting trivia fact (sorry, I meant &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;trivial&lt;/span&gt; fact) about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O Canada&lt;/span&gt;.  You know when you were in sixth grade and you took those aptitude tests trying to determine which math class you should attend?  Ok, your personal experiences here may vary, but you'll soon recognize what I'm talking about (which today is pronounced "ah-boot").  Do you remember seeing something like this labeled as an alien language you had to translate, given that certain symbols meant certain words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ᐆ ᑲᓇᑕ! ᓇᖕᒥᓂ ᓄᓇᕗᑦ!&lt;br /&gt;ᐱᖁᔭᑏ ᓇᓚᑦᑎᐊᖅᐸᕗᑦ.&lt;br /&gt;ᐊᖏᒡᓕᕙᓪᓕᐊᔪᑎ,&lt;br /&gt;ᓴᙱᔪᓗᑎᓪᓗ.&lt;br /&gt;ᓇᖏᖅᐳᒍ, ᐆ ᑲᓇᑕ,&lt;br /&gt;ᒥᐊᓂᕆᑉᓗᑎ.&lt;br /&gt;ᐆ ᑲᓇᑕ! ᓄᓇᑦᓯᐊ!&lt;br /&gt;ᓇᖏᖅᐳᒍ ᒥᐊᓂᕆᑉᓗᑎ,&lt;br /&gt;ᐆ ᑲᓇᑕ, ᓴᓚᒋᔭᐅᖁᓇ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in truth, those are the lyrics to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O Canada&lt;/span&gt;.  That there is the Inuktitut version of the lyrics.  Inuktitut is the name of some of the Inuit languages, which is recognized as an official language in parts of Canada.  The other parts want none of it (which today is pronounced "Nunavut").&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SkuI5PmcD7I/AAAAAAAAALY/iL_fztAIUEY/s1600-h/Stupid+Math.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 157px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SkuI5PmcD7I/AAAAAAAAALY/iL_fztAIUEY/s200/Stupid+Math.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353523099081641906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you were put in the slow math class, blame Canada, eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wannasurf.com/template/wannaskin/images/map/map_North_America.gif"&gt;Flawed North America map&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/f/f9/Mapleleafpostcard.JPG"&gt;The Maple Leaf Forever postcard&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rookery2.viary.com/storagev12/811500/811999_abae_625x1000.jpg"&gt;Stupid Math Calculator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3039307712294690271-5997738484103648075?l=just-another-dave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/feeds/5997738484103648075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-ones-for-you-canada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039307712294690271/posts/default/5997738484103648075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039307712294690271/posts/default/5997738484103648075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-ones-for-you-canada.html' title='This one&apos;s for you, Canada'/><author><name>Dave Blackmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589699099406122903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SiNaflNdnCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ieEJEUWSJYY/S220/P4170190.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SkuI45ToBaI/AAAAAAAAALI/-lRzRDv-v7E/s72-c/North+America.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039307712294690271.post-178428565011616824</id><published>2009-06-29T23:34:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T09:03:40.993-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mikes and Ray</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/Skmozf9Vl8I/AAAAAAAAAKo/rrLH0aTQh9k/s1600-h/Pool+Cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 197px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/Skmozf9Vl8I/AAAAAAAAAKo/rrLH0aTQh9k/s200/Pool+Cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352995234812106690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have to be honest.  Today in history has yet another grim outlook.  However, I choose to celebrate Michael Phelps' birthday instead.  Yep, get your party hats on, that swimming guy just turned 24.  His birthday cake looks like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raymond Moody is also celebrating his birthday today.  By normal standards, this is his 65th birthday.  However, seeing as this guy believes he has led 9 previous lives, it's more like his 785th birthday.  I bet he's really tired of blowing out those stupid candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raymond Moody, for those of you who are unfamiliar with this household name (if your household happens to be the Moody residence), is a parapsychologist.  He wrote some pretty widely-read stuff about the afterlife based on interviews and research on near-death experiences.  He also says that there are 9 events common to most people who have a near death experience.  The top one on the list?  Hearing sounds such as buzzing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So apparently we'll be escorted into the afterlife by some bees.  Odd choice, Big Man Upstairs.  Whatever.  I'm just disappointed that the following things were not mentioned on that list:&lt;br /&gt;Arriving at the Pearly Gates&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SkmozQxOCHI/AAAAAAAAAKw/cqtdXX6fFwk/s1600-h/Ear+Cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 109px; height: 146px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SkmozQxOCHI/AAAAAAAAAKw/cqtdXX6fFwk/s200/Ear+Cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352995230734747762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing gold-paved streets&lt;br /&gt;Eating soft-serve ice cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Tyson was also born on this day in 1966.  His birthday cake looks like this (right):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that I've got you wondering...this is what Raymond Moody's birthday cake looks like (below):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/Skmo-dzHigI/AAAAAAAAALA/4NFy9uwdL0A/s1600-h/RIP+Cake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 116px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/Skmo-dzHigI/AAAAAAAAALA/4NFy9uwdL0A/s200/RIP+Cake.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352995423210932738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You would not believe the crazy stuff that comes up in a Google Image search for "Pearly Gates cake".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nedbatchelder.com/pix/poolcake.jpg"&gt;Pool Cake&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cakecentral.com/modules/coppermine/albums/userpics/547403/normal_Ear.jpg"&gt;Ear Cake&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.baxtersgourmet.com/RIP%20Skelleton%20Halloween%2004%20cake.JPG"&gt;RIP Cake&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3039307712294690271-178428565011616824?l=just-another-dave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/feeds/178428565011616824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday-mike.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039307712294690271/posts/default/178428565011616824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039307712294690271/posts/default/178428565011616824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday-mike.html' title='Happy Birthday Mikes and Ray'/><author><name>Dave Blackmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589699099406122903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SiNaflNdnCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ieEJEUWSJYY/S220/P4170190.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/Skmozf9Vl8I/AAAAAAAAAKo/rrLH0aTQh9k/s72-c/Pool+Cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039307712294690271.post-46308330251356442</id><published>2009-06-29T09:49:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T17:52:19.993-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Today In Today</title><content type='html'>I'm going to pass up Today In History for Today In Today, an exciting new segment that details actual events according to various news reports.  Of course, I'm not going to cover the usual stories (military coups, the entire Middle East, and/or any stimulus package).  I'm only delving into the bizarre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Salt Lake Tribune brought an interesting fact to my attention today.  If you chec&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/Skj2turgNZI/AAAAAAAAAKI/DEDggGZWFGw/s1600-h/Prison.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 112px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/Skj2turgNZI/AAAAAAAAAKI/DEDggGZWFGw/s200/Prison.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352799422614877586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;k out this &lt;a href="http://utah.citysearch.com/guide/draper-ut"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; that is a "guide" to Draper, UT, you'll be pleasantly surrounded by the various things Draper City offers.  Good dining, good shopping, and the State Prison.  The State Prison is not mentioned under the 'Trivia Facts" section (which unfortunately doesn't even exist).  It is listed under "Entertainment".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon clicking on the link for more information about the State Prison, you get the address, phone number, a little box labeled "You also might like...Federal Correctional Facilities...," and lower down the categorization of the prison being both "Correctional Facilities" and "Attractions".  There were no user reviews...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of curiosity, I searched the Draper Prison website to see if I could schedule a tour.  After all, it wouldn't be a very welcoming entertainment location if they didn't at least offer tours.  I found no easy way t&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/Skj28PH6T5I/AAAAAAAAAKY/eBTmZxRRiM0/s1600-h/PrisonGuards.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 112px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/Skj28PH6T5I/AAAAAAAAAKY/eBTmZxRRiM0/s200/PrisonGuards.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352799671842131858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;o do so and I did not feel inclined to call them somewhat jokingly.  I was mostly deterred from making this call by the pictures posted on their website.  Every time I saw a picture of the guards that worked there, they were at a firing range.  I kid you not; I struggled to find a picture of a guard that was not wearing earmuffs and aiming a gun.  Oddly enough, the targets were never pictured, so you really have no idea what these guys (and gals) were aiming at...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cross that off your list of "Things to do when I visit Utah".  It may be theoretically categorized as an attraction and entertainment, but I think &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the jury's still out&lt;/span&gt; on such classification...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing on in the news, I found a brief article mentioning a murder that took place in Pennsylvania in May.  Two guys were arguing over a game, one had a gun, the other apparently thought he was Dirty Harry and his last words were, "Shoot me, shoot me, &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/Skj2tw0b04I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/qscUvz4oK9s/s1600-h/Beer+Pong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 117px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/Skj2tw0b04I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/qscUvz4oK9s/s200/Beer+Pong.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352799423189209986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;you ain't got the..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game that provoked the argument?  Beer pong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes this news scoop even more sad is that the Pennsylvania State Prisons do not appear to be listed in the Entertainment sections of any city guide websites, as far as I can tell.  So Joseph Jimenez (who apparently &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; have the guts or gumption or whatever the other guy was about to say) is likely to spend some time in a prison facility that is not very entertaining.  The good news for him is that I could not find a single picture on the Pennsylvania Department of Corrections website of gun-wielding guards practicing shooting things. And by the way, you can purchase a piece of furniture that Joseph might have made through the &lt;a href="http://www.pci.state.pa.us/pci/lib/pci/web/PCI.HTM"&gt;Pennsylvania Correctional Industries&lt;/a&gt; catalog, if you so desire...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't go to that website, you're missing out on the very thing that will make your day a happy one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to beer pong.  I'd like to note here that I'm firmly against drinking alcohol.  Not being a drinker myself, I'm completely unfamiliar with drinking games.  But I just had to find out what this one was all about.  Some of you may be surprised to find that Wikipedia has a very extensive article outlining everything related to beer pong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The general idea: bounce a ping pong ball into a cup of beer, then drink beer.  There are, of course, MANY variations to this and usually there are teams.  I'm guessing that most of these variations came about when the heavy drinkers vaguely recalled playing something that involved a ping pong ball and they recreated the game as best as they could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wha&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/Skj28IzPBXI/AAAAAAAAAKg/pz3JMNMR1A4/s1600-h/Trajectories.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 171px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/Skj28IzPBXI/AAAAAAAAAKg/pz3JMNMR1A4/s200/Trajectories.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352799670144796018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t nearly stunned me (although I should never really doubt the almighty power of Wikipedia) was just how much detail its beer pong article explored.  I simply cannot do this &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beer_pong"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; justice.  Diagrams, ideal trajectories (see picture on left of arc shot, fastball, and bounce shot), and my favorite part of the whole article, "The game is also played by high school students, despite the fact that supplying alcohol to persons under the age of 21 in the United States...is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nominally &lt;/span&gt;illegal," (emphasis added).  Right.  Unfortunately for Joseph, murder is not one of those "nominal" offenses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side though, I bet Joseph can whip up a mean "Big House Laundry Detergent".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.federal-prison.org/content/images/britannica_prison.jpg"&gt;Prison&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cr.ex.state.ut.us/contentjobs/hr.asp"&gt;Prison Guards&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/f/f1/Beer_Pong_Scene.jpg"&gt;Beer Pong&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/9/94/Beerpong_shots.png"&gt;Beer Pong Ideal Trajectories&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3039307712294690271-46308330251356442?l=just-another-dave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/feeds/46308330251356442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/2009/06/today-in-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039307712294690271/posts/default/46308330251356442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039307712294690271/posts/default/46308330251356442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/2009/06/today-in-today.html' title='Today In Today'/><author><name>Dave Blackmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589699099406122903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SiNaflNdnCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ieEJEUWSJYY/S220/P4170190.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/Skj2turgNZI/AAAAAAAAAKI/DEDggGZWFGw/s72-c/Prison.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039307712294690271.post-3420071682002403463</id><published>2009-06-26T17:02:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T18:02:40.702-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy week</title><content type='html'>I know I've promised a dozen times to not use this as an outlet for personal information, but I feel some obligation to explain my absence.  My wife and I have been house- and dog-sitting recently and I only have Internet access via the computer my wife brings home from work.  With such limited time, I opted to put the blog on the back burner.  I'm not saying it's completely back from the back burner now, but just know that I may not be as vigilant about posting every day anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in history is awesome.  Are you ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 26, 1284: The legendary Pied Piper leads 130 children out of Hamelin, G&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SkVewNKmAxI/AAAAAAAAAJw/FmLrl-5rB_w/s1600-h/PiedPiper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 131px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SkVewNKmAxI/AAAAAAAAAJw/FmLrl-5rB_w/s200/PiedPiper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351787914460529426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ermany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, the Pied Piper is real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, ok, maybe not REAL, but at least the story has a lot of credence to it.  I just thought it was amazing that it was narrowed down to the very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;day &lt;/span&gt;that the Pied Piper led the kids out of the town.  I mean, we don't know the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;day&lt;/span&gt; that Snow White met the 7 dwarfs or the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;day&lt;/span&gt; that Little Red Riding Hood went off to see her grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For anybody who is unfamiliar with the legend of the Pied Piper, here's a brief recap:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hamelin, Germany has a rat infestation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pied Piper shows up and offers to take care of the rat problem.  By the way, "Pied" refers to his clothes, apparently they had patches of two or more different colors, like the magpie's black and white coloring, which is where "pied" got its name from.  I guess nobody really knows this because half of the Google image pictures that come up when you search for "Pied Piper" depict this guy in one color only.  Goofballs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The town agrees to pay the Piper "X" amount of money to get rid of the rats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pipes away a tune that leads the rats into the nearby river, where they all drown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The townspeople immediately ask if he knows a tune to enchant politicians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They get mad and refuse to pay him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gets mad and decides to get revenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He invents rap music and pipes away, leading away all the children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the various versions of the story branch off here.  Some say he leads the kids to a nearby cave and hides them there until the townspeople pay him (usually an exorbitant amount of money, much more than the agreed-upon price).  Some say he never returns the kids because he never got paid.  Some say he leads the kids away to a mysterious place where they are never heard from again.  I was going to surmise that this mysterious place where they disappeared was the Neverland Ranch, although considering recent events that joke seems terribly tactless.  Oh well, I said it anyway.  Does the joke become more tasteful if you recognize that it's completely tactless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SkVe_7WYxHI/AAAAAAAAAKA/-ZcAcozYBEw/s1600-h/Rap+Artist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 108px; height: 99px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SkVe_7WYxHI/AAAAAAAAAKA/-ZcAcozYBEw/s200/Rap+Artist.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351788184556061810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So the Pied Piper was actually depicted on a stained glass window of the Hamelin church around 1300.  The church isn't around anymore, which is really disappointing because I would sure like to see a stained glass representation of rap music being invented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently the earliest record in the town chronicles is an entry from 1384 which states that it has been 100 years "since our children left".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note: Does your town keep a chronicle?  Probably, but it's most likely called something different these days.  Too bad; I'd love to read a town chronicle.  Well, maybe I'd love it for about 10 minutes and then it would get boring.  Too much politics.  If only the Pied Piper had known a politician-enchanting tune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So some historians believe that the Pied Piper represents Death.  There was some tragic event in which a whole lot of town children died and the townspeople thought it best to depict Death as a musician.  Forget the whole black cloak and sickle outfit.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SkVewY_xYCI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/HvcN7djVxRY/s1600-h/MarilynManson.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 104px; height: 132px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SkVewY_xYCI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/HvcN7djVxRY/s200/MarilynManson.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351787917636362274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ironically, Marilyn Manson thinks the reverse--that it's a good idea for a musician to look like Death.  There are a lot of people that argue this controversial concept though.  Most seem to be on the side of Marilyn Manson not being a "musician".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are other theories that say the kids started a pilgrimmage or even a Children's Crusade but never returned.  The Pied Piper in these instances is the leader or recruiting agent.  Another possibility is that the kids were sold to help populate some other nearby region, which apparently was not an uncommon practice at the time.  Illegitimate or orphaned children that the town couldn't support were possibly just sold off to the Baltic general area.  I guess there's some credence to that, but I still can't imagine rap music being invented in the Baltics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most common theory is that the children willingly abandoned their parents to found their own villages during the colonization of Eastern Europe.  The Piper is seen as their leader.  Because hey, if a guy can play an instrument, he must surely be wise enough to found a village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possible Baltic rap lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo check it, this here is the Baltic rhapsody,&lt;br /&gt;coming to you from Lithuania City.&lt;br /&gt;It could come from Latvia or even possibly&lt;br /&gt;Estonia, sucka, 'cause that's the Baltic THREE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word, unh, yeah, what?&lt;br /&gt;Lithuania City, yeah, what?&lt;br /&gt;Not the Baltic sea, no, never happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.erichufschmid.net/img/Pied-piper-3.jpg"&gt;Pied Piper&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.judiciaryreport.com/images/slick_rick.jpg"&gt;Alleged Rapper, probably not from the Baltics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://throughwindows.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/marilyn_manson-three-jpg.jpeg"&gt;Marilyn Manson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3039307712294690271-3420071682002403463?l=just-another-dave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/feeds/3420071682002403463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/2009/06/busy-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039307712294690271/posts/default/3420071682002403463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039307712294690271/posts/default/3420071682002403463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/2009/06/busy-week.html' title='Busy week'/><author><name>Dave Blackmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589699099406122903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SiNaflNdnCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ieEJEUWSJYY/S220/P4170190.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SkVewNKmAxI/AAAAAAAAAJw/FmLrl-5rB_w/s72-c/PiedPiper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039307712294690271.post-4797134464392444681</id><published>2009-06-19T05:56:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T06:47:53.284-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Man, oh man!</title><content type='html'>Today's blog is going to be entirely different.  I've cast away the concept (for today at least) of looking at this day in history and seeing where that takes me.  Instead I shall look at this day in the future...specifically 2012.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too far off, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all began this morning when I chanced to actually look at the Google ads on the right of my blog as I reviewed it.  I noticed one I could not believe.  Are these people for real?  I had to&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SjuIqnJc3DI/AAAAAAAAAJY/JhZmO1wN_zM/s1600-h/Science.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 137px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SjuIqnJc3DI/AAAAAAAAAJY/JhZmO1wN_zM/s200/Science.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349019248077102130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; go to their website.  For anybody who's worried about this, don't fret.  I did not click on the link because I know of Google's Terms of Service.  I can't click on my own links to generate cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I soon commenced the discovery of the fact that on Dec 21, 2012 the world will end.  And it must be true because these people used science to prove it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://instituteforhumancontinuity.org/#/home"&gt;Institute for Human Continuity&lt;/a&gt; (IHC for short)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so apparently this is all a bit of a hoax, in preparation for the movie &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/sony_pictures/2012/"&gt;2012&lt;/a&gt; which is due to come out towards the end of this year.  But still, the website is a lot of fun to peruse, I must admit.  And the preview is pretty fun, too.  A Tibetan monk eats it...hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me share with you some highlights I found from the website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SjuI3K3M90I/AAAAAAAAAJo/ysr5Q-txpQM/s1600-h/FloatingCity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 141px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SjuI3K3M90I/AAAAAAAAAJo/ysr5Q-txpQM/s200/FloatingCity.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349019463822669634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oliver Platt is the White House Chief of Staff.&lt;br /&gt;IHC is hosting a lottery to determine which individuals will be tucked away for guaranteed survival.&lt;br /&gt;Australia seems to have the most registered lottery participants.&lt;br /&gt;A survival pack should apparently contain &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;canned&lt;/span&gt; food (that's one survival pack I don't want to heft around).&lt;br /&gt;Floating cities are a real possibility (floating on water, that is, not air).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I highly recommend perusing the website.  You definitely have to see, if nothing else, this interactive presentation of &lt;a href="http://instituteforhumancontinuity.org/#/initiatives/earth/education/solarFlares"&gt;how it all happens&lt;/a&gt;.  The cataclysmic events aren't depicted as much as I would have liked, but it's still pretty sweet.  If you get stuck, just click on "Send Solar Flare" a couple times.  It helps move the program along.  There's another one &lt;a href="http://instituteforhumancontinuity.org/#/initiatives/earth/education/planetX"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  There are multiple scenarios, too; I recommend replaying a few times.  To get back to the website after either of those, just hit "Close" from the top right of that little simulation (not the very top right of the screen, Genius).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, just explore.  I'm amazed at how much advertising has gone into this film!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My absolute favorite aspect of all this (let's see if you can find it) is to watch &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SjuIq6Q2EmI/AAAAAAAAAJg/DmkoHzRSYHY/s1600-h/Sun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 130px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SjuIq6Q2EmI/AAAAAAAAAJg/DmkoHzRSYHY/s200/Sun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349019253208388194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a clip of "Charlie Frost" (played by Woody Harrelson) in which he declares, "I think the sun will bombard the Earth with enough neutrinos to cause catastrophic crustal displacement.  But hey, I'm a hopeless romantic."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.super-science-fair-projects.com/image-files/kayla.gif"&gt;Science&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.inhabitat.com/wp-content/uploads/lilypad_2.jpg"&gt;Floating City&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://z.about.com/d/space/1/5/Y/Q/sun_tour.jpg"&gt;Sun&lt;/a&gt; (doesn't this picture look like the sun just gave somebody an uppercut?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3039307712294690271-4797134464392444681?l=just-another-dave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/feeds/4797134464392444681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/2009/06/man-oh-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039307712294690271/posts/default/4797134464392444681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039307712294690271/posts/default/4797134464392444681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/2009/06/man-oh-man.html' title='Man, oh man!'/><author><name>Dave Blackmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589699099406122903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SiNaflNdnCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ieEJEUWSJYY/S220/P4170190.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SjuIqnJc3DI/AAAAAAAAAJY/JhZmO1wN_zM/s72-c/Science.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039307712294690271.post-4934530359644979752</id><published>2009-06-18T09:35:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T10:55:46.824-06:00</updated><title type='text'>GPS, Tahiti, and 1973</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/Sjpvcm_x4fI/AAAAAAAAAIw/9LM_II4-lSk/s1600-h/Tahiti.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 142px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/Sjpvcm_x4fI/AAAAAAAAAIw/9LM_II4-lSk/s200/Tahiti.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348710044750963186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On June 18, 1767, Samuel Wallis (an English sea captain) spots Tahiti and is considered the first European to reach the island.  He was trying to get to Sydney but his GPS was in a cabin that they didn't use too much, so nobody heard the constant "Turn left now" and subsequent "Recalculating route."  The GPS finally gave up because nobody was listening and right before the batteries died, it uttered, "Fine, sail anywhere you dang well please."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GPS systems are incredibly useful.  I'm just surprised that more hasn't been done with them yet.  Approximately three seconds after cell phones were invented, ringtones were being programmed based on popular songs of the day.  Unfortunately, since the cell phone was really invented in 1973, the first three ringtones (the following information is not true) were poor electronic keyboard versions of John Denver's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rocky Mountain High&lt;/span&gt;, Roberta Flack's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Killing Me Softly with His Song&lt;/span&gt;, and Marvin Gaye's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let's Get It On&lt;/span&gt;.  Surprisingly enough, these three are still in the top ten most-purchased ringtones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I would love to see ringtones from the following 1973 hits:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bad Bad Leroy Brown&lt;/span&gt; (Jim Croce)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SjpwLGOzWZI/AAAAAAAAAJI/MO7MkOf9quU/s1600-h/Hippie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 114px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SjpwLGOzWZI/AAAAAAAAAJI/MO7MkOf9quU/s200/Hippie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348710843409455506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're So Vain&lt;/span&gt; (Carly Simon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shambala&lt;/span&gt; (Three Dog Night)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Smoke On The Water&lt;/span&gt; (Deep Purple)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dueling Banjos&lt;/span&gt; (Eric Weissberg and Steve Mandel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy (Bette Midler)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kodachrome&lt;/span&gt; (Paul Simon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ramblin' Man&lt;/span&gt; (Allman Brothers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your Mama Don't Dance&lt;/span&gt; (Loggins and Messina)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Neither One of Us Wan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ts to be the First to Say Goodbye&lt;/span&gt; (Gladys Knight and the Pips)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Monster Mash&lt;/span&gt; (Bobby "Boris" Pickett and the Crypt Kickers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure half of those already are ringtones, if not all of them.  But I'd like to hear the poor electronic keyboard 1973 ringtone versions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would also just like to hear these 1973 hits, just for the sake of accomplishing one more random, yet oddly satisfying, thing before I die someday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Also Sprach Zarathu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stra&lt;/span&gt; (Deodato)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Say Has Anyone S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;een My Sweet Gypsy Rose&lt;/span&gt; (Tony Orlando and Dawn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rockin' Pneumonia and the Boogie Woogie Flu&lt;/span&gt; (Johnny Rivers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Half Breed&lt;/span&gt; (Cher)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went ahead and listened to these four via iTunes.  Wow.  1973.  For a few moments I thought it would be great to invent a time machine and go back to 1973, if nothing else for the music.  Because that first list of 1973 hits was pretty fantastic, I must say.  But then I listened to these four songs.  I hope I'm not stepping on any toes here, but those songs are really quite horrible.  With one exception.  I'll let you mull it over for a few moments, trying to figure out which one is worth its weight in at least copper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, back to the GPS concept, I think it would be great to have Voicetones you could download to your GPS.  You could do some famous actors and actresses (Arnold Schwarzenegger, James Earl Jones, Sylvester Stallone, Angela Lansbury) or even a more popular character package that includes all the voices from particular shows.  You could switch through the voices at your discretion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking the following packages would be the most popular:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SjpvcyhaZlI/AAAAAAAAAI4/rUR0VoxsWaI/s1600-h/Star-Wars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 111px; height: 140px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SjpvcyhaZlI/AAAAAAAAAI4/rUR0VoxsWaI/s200/Star-Wars.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348710047844820562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Star Wars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Examples: "Chewy, I need you to make a left turn buddy, come on (followed by Chewbacca's familiar groan, if that's what it is)."  "(A series of beeps and electronic noises) Oh my R2, you're right! They do need to turn right in 50 yards."  "(stifled breathing) Release your anger.  You have missed the exit.  You must now make a U-turn."  "U-turn you must take, yes.  Missed the exit you have.  Mm-hmm."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Star Trek&lt;/span&gt; (the original cast)&lt;br /&gt;Examples: "Mr. Sulu (pause), turn left (pause) now!  Full impulse power!"  "Captain, if I may, I suggest a right turn in approximately 1.63 miles, it is the most logical course of action."  "I'm sorry, Captain, but she just can't take another wrong turn!  She won't hold!  She needs to turn right in fifty yards or we're done for!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Simpsons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Examples: "Don't have a cow, man, just make a U-turn."  "Hey, what does this little arrow mean?  Do you want me to turn right you cute little arrow?  Is that the fastest way to the D&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SjpwLJ5e4kI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/xQ9MmZjwXw0/s1600-h/Intubate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 118px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SjpwLJ5e4kI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/xQ9MmZjwXw0/s200/Intubate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348710844393775682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;onut King?  Dough...nut...ahhh...(drooling sounds)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example: "You need to take a left turn in 40 yards and intubate, STAT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seinfeld&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example: (this one would be in conversation mode and constantly use all the characters, nothing would ever be just one voice) "I mean, come on!  How hard can it be?  I tell you to turn left, I should think you would turn left!"  "That's what I said!  You don't think they didn't turn left because I don't have much hair, do you?"  "Who's turning left?"  "Apparently not this guy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;High School Musical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't give you any examples.  I'm sure there would be a song and the GPS might even show a little dance number, probably on the school track.  I haven't seen these movies and I don't think I ever will.  It's a moral choice.  I'm not opposed to their GPS Voicetune though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rockin' Pneumonia a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nd the Boogie Woogie Flu&lt;/span&gt;.  That's the one song, of the four, that I considered actually worthwhile.  The odd thing is that I checked the popularity meter on iTunes when I listened to smidgeons of all four songs.  The first two were pretty low, a 3 and a 5 respectively.  The third was through the roof (with good reason).  What shocked me was Cher's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Half Breed&lt;/span&gt; song.  It was incredibly high in popularity as well, even though it sounded terrible to me.  Upon further investigation, I found that this song was about a woman who is half-Cherokee and half-caucasion.  In fact, the entire album was named Half Breed.  At first I thought that maybe Cher was indeed of this racial mix and it was very personal.  Which could explain some of the popularity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Cher does have some Cherokee blood in her, it's not much.  Her mother was of Cherokee, English, and German descent.  Her father was an Armenian refugee, which in my opinion is really where she got the features that could kind of be misinterpreted as Native American.  So I don't think she was really ostracized (as the song lyrics and music video suggest) for being a Half Breed as a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SjpvdNKoyBI/AAAAAAAAAJA/D53DxhrpjE8/s1600-h/High+School+Musical.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 117px; height: 101px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SjpvdNKoyBI/AAAAAAAAAJA/D53DxhrpjE8/s200/High+School+Musical.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348710054997051410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I ultimately have no idea why the song was such a hit in America, and even less of an idea why it was popular in Sweden and Norway.  But then again, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;High School Musical&lt;/span&gt; was a hit in both of those countries as well, so their taste is just clearly very different from mine.  Hey, can you imagine the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;High School Musical&lt;/span&gt; GPS Voicetune...in Swedish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tahiti-airline.com/images/air-tahiti-nui-route-map.gif"&gt;Tahiti General Area&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ammaryasir.files.wordpress.com/2007/10/haight-hippie.jpg"&gt;Hippie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://g.imagehost.org/0999/Star-Wars.jpg"&gt;Star Wars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.placebojournal.com/images/intubate.jpg"&gt;Intubate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://brandstrategy.files.wordpress.com/2008/09/high_school_musical_two_2_cast.jpg"&gt;High School Musical (ugh)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3039307712294690271-4934530359644979752?l=just-another-dave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/feeds/4934530359644979752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/2009/06/gps-tahiti-and-1973.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039307712294690271/posts/default/4934530359644979752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039307712294690271/posts/default/4934530359644979752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/2009/06/gps-tahiti-and-1973.html' title='GPS, Tahiti, and 1973'/><author><name>Dave Blackmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589699099406122903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SiNaflNdnCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ieEJEUWSJYY/S220/P4170190.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/Sjpvcm_x4fI/AAAAAAAAAIw/9LM_II4-lSk/s72-c/Tahiti.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039307712294690271.post-7168233833026120495</id><published>2009-06-17T09:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T10:32:57.140-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes!  Finally!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SjkaL9xOGDI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/lOsvMX3IlXM/s1600-h/Vlad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 117px; height: 125px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SjkaL9xOGDI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/lOsvMX3IlXM/s200/Vlad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348334825341065266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well folks, it finally happened.  And I'm very excited (in case you couldn't tell from the title of this post).  I've been writing these posts daily (with only one exception) for a few weeks and finally, finally, it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vlad the Impaler is mentioned in today in history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What he's mentioned for is not important.  You know who good ol' Vlad is, right?  Dracula!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SjkacxJXlQI/AAAAAAAAAIg/VSZDt1B37rA/s1600-h/Ballerina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 94px; height: 94px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SjkacxJXlQI/AAAAAAAAAIg/VSZDt1B37rA/s200/Ballerina.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348335114010465538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I was mildly obsessed with Dracula as a kid.  I recall being Dracula for Halloween several years in a row.  The only bummer about being Dracula on Halloween is when you have to go trick or treating with your sister who is dressed as a ballerina.  Dracula's a lot less frightening when accompanied by a ballerina.  Ah well, it was nice of her to accompany me regardless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point when I was slightly older I learned about the man behind the Dracula legends--Vlad the Impaler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll make sure not to include the gory stuff here.  But I do want to mention that dear Vlad is still revered by the Romanian people for his accomplishments while&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SjkaMOiA7aI/AAAAAAAAAIY/1ACptRtpk9E/s1600-h/DukesHazard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 108px; height: 59px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SjkaMOiA7aI/AAAAAAAAAIY/1ACptRtpk9E/s200/DukesHazard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348334829840690594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a ruler there.  Of course, I have it on good authority that Romania has also declared their national TV show to be reruns of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Dukes of Hazard&lt;/span&gt;.  So I'm not sure how much we can trust their popular opinion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, more awesomeness about Vlad: His Romanian last name (Draculea) means "son of the dragon".  This comes from his father's title: Vlad the Dragon (equally amazing).  Vlad the Dragon was also a member of the Order of the Dragon (I know, I know, I too am overwhelmed with all these awesome things).  It doesn't stop there though.  Young Vlad (later to become the Impaler) was inducted into the same Order of the Dragon at the age of FIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to see a bar brawl involving Vlad the Impaler, King Magnus V of Norway, Chuck Norris, and Staff Sergeant Max Fightmaster.  For further information on two of these people, read my other posts.  This is the first of my posts to mention Chuck Norris though.  If you don't recognize that he would make a great contender in a bar brawl with the other t&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/Sjkaczwj0JI/AAAAAAAAAIo/UuUiUeG_7qg/s1600-h/Chuck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 101px; height: 125px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/Sjkaczwj0JI/AAAAAAAAAIo/UuUiUeG_7qg/s200/Chuck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348335114711715986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hree, well, then you don't know Chuck Norris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things to note about Chuck Norris.  1) He doesn't need to be bulletproof.  Bullets dodge him. 2) He counted to infinity.  Twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hope to see more Dracula costumes this Halloween.  Or perhaps a Chuck Norris costume combined with vampire teeth.  Perferably unaccompanied by ballerinas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/a/af/Vlad_Tepes_002.jpg"&gt;Vlad the Impaler&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.buycostumes.com/mgen/merchandiser/18600.jpg"&gt;Ballerina&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://api.ning.com/files/D2OJgrhWGDuy8vEP-wgxZ0kMGbUnzvjBniK17zFgzj22ECFyqjfbhBoLnpf-wrPswo3JP9RDzcwfBebc0jM81FgFHzUgxc0L/dukesofhazzardgeneralleedodgechargerrightjpg.jpg"&gt;General Lee (the car)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.startupafrica.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/chuck_norris_2.jpg"&gt;The Chuck&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3039307712294690271-7168233833026120495?l=just-another-dave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/feeds/7168233833026120495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/2009/06/yes-finally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039307712294690271/posts/default/7168233833026120495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039307712294690271/posts/default/7168233833026120495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/2009/06/yes-finally.html' title='Yes!  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Of course, I'll try to keep track of them.  I am always severely disappointed when I read through a series of comments that eventually lose all application to the original thing open to comment.  For example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a real article entitled "&lt;a href="http://www.ksl.com/index.php?nid=235&amp;amp;sid=6526596"&gt;Thousands rally for, against Iranian government&lt;/a&gt;", &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SjfvKCfrCkI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Vj3vnummJxs/s1600-h/MissileSigning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 116px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SjfvKCfrCkI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Vj3vnummJxs/s200/MissileSigning.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348006038273198658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;put online not even an hour ago, there have been roughly 70 comments made so far.  The best examples of digressing from the topic at hand include definitions of the term "neo-con-nazi" and phrases such as "Same smack all of you leftist commi's always come up with."  I kid you not, that was a direct quote.  Funny story behind this picture.  I did a Google Image search for "neo-con-nazi" and this is where I ended up.  Funny, I don't think my sisters did projects like this in their Girl Scout groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why is it that comments tend to deviate from the original subject matter in every online instance?  Allow me to suggest a few possible reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been said that everybody is a critic.  I suppose the Internet has given ease of access to all these critics.  Consider how easy it is to post a comment on something online versus writing a letter to&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SjfvWvXU8jI/AAAAAAAAAII/JDwDhq4dlJ8/s1600-h/Paper+Pen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 82px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SjfvWvXU8jI/AAAAAAAAAII/JDwDhq4dlJ8/s200/Paper+Pen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348006256476222002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the editor, for instance.  A letter to the editor, even if it's in E-mail format, requires a whole separate program being used on the computer and frankly a lot of people are too lazy for that.  Actual letters to the editor using actual paper (paper can still be found in many museums and was even featured on the &lt;a href="http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/roadshow/index.html"&gt;Antiques Roadshow&lt;/a&gt; seven or eight times) take a tremendous amount of time in comparison to an online post.  So the vast majority of people who have no problem writing about neo-con-nazis (and believe me, their numbers are vast) would feel that an actual letter to an editor would take far too much work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now take a look at the amount of people who write letters to the editor on real paper anyway!  Their numbers are still quite strong!  To my knowledge, almost every publication has to actually refuse certain letters to the editor because too many are submitted!  Now, I understand those who truly feel like they would like to make a point that has not been previously addressed or look at something from a different angle.  They want to make sure the public is informed and feel it is their civic duty to so do.  The Founding Fathers would be proud of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But so many letters to the editor are simply soap boxes for adult tantrums.  Better still are the letters that don't even complain!  They say thanks to the publication for this article or that picture.  That's like writing a letter to you&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SjfvKUuPXTI/AAAAAAAAAIA/5nTAxqdLPow/s1600-h/Oil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SjfvKUuPXTI/AAAAAAAAAIA/5nTAxqdLPow/s200/Oil.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348006043166137650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;r local gas station, thanking them for having gas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear &lt;a href="http://www.sinclairoil.com/index.html"&gt;Sinclair&lt;/a&gt; Station,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to thank you for the gas you have provided to my vehicle on countless occasions.  While I do not love the smell of refined petroleum, I have always felt that your station gets enough wind gusts from the nearby street to waft the unpleasant odor away.  Your placement in that regard is phenomenal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also noticed that you never seem to run out of gas.  I think that is neat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I would like to mention that I appreciate your dinosaur logo.  It always reminds me of where this natural resource comes from.  Doing so helps me appreciate Mother Earth and dinosaurs a little more with each visit I make to your station.  I'm so glad that the dinosaurs and many other organisms died millions of years ago just so I could drive to work each morning.  That was very considerate of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;(Leftist Commi's name here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stolenchildhood.net/images/israel_lebanon_war_israeli_children_signing_missiles_israeli_children__2.jpg"&gt;Kids writing on missiles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.magandangbalita.com/images/pen-paper.jpg"&gt;Paper and pen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.kir.com/archives/oil%20and%20gas%20well%20at%20sunset6.jpg"&gt;Black gold&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3039307712294690271-4929611600892104812?l=just-another-dave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/feeds/4929611600892104812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/2009/06/comments-please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039307712294690271/posts/default/4929611600892104812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039307712294690271/posts/default/4929611600892104812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/2009/06/comments-please.html' title='Comments please'/><author><name>Dave Blackmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589699099406122903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SiNaflNdnCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ieEJEUWSJYY/S220/P4170190.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SjfvKCfrCkI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Vj3vnummJxs/s72-c/MissileSigning.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039307712294690271.post-9042320639097339662</id><published>2009-06-15T17:05:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T18:20:40.546-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Apologies and Nicknames</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/Sjbj2x995OI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vHAAqYVSM80/s1600-h/Werewolf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 106px; height: 138px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/Sjbj2x995OI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vHAAqYVSM80/s200/Werewolf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347712137814729954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I most humbly and profusely apologize to anybody who was incredibly disappointed that there was no posting yesterday.  I was busy playing &lt;a href="http://www.boardgamegeek.com/boardgame/25821"&gt;Werewolf&lt;/a&gt; with friends and family.  Well, we played my upgraded version of Werewolf, which is not too different from the original game, but I've added a few nice perks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was Sunday regardless, so quit yer yappin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On June 15, 923 AD: King Robert I of France is killed.  Also, King Charles the Simple is arrested by the supporters of Duke Randolph of Burgundy.  Now I realize you may not care much about any of this.  But I think we should seriously analyze (or rather, comically analyze) noble names.  Let's face it--a lot of them are a bit ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SjbkOyXEsSI/AAAAAAAAAHo/CWgh95SJJ7Y/s1600-h/EmotionalBaggage.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 157px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SjbkOyXEsSI/AAAAAAAAAHo/CWgh95SJJ7Y/s200/EmotionalBaggage.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347712550236893474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King Charles the Simple?  These nicknames came about after these people died, right?  Or were people calling him that to his face?  If so, did he mind it?  Was there a King Charles the Complex and Full of Emotional Baggage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just not very intimidating.  But then again, neither are the following real British monarch names:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eadwig (Edwy) All-fair&lt;br /&gt;Ethelred the Unready&lt;br /&gt;Harold Harefoot&lt;br /&gt;Richard III Crookback (he was always ringing the palace bells and shouting "Sanctuary")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, some of them really had a knack for intimidation.  Alfred the Great, Edmund Ironside, Richard the Lionheart (probably the best one), shoot, even Richard Cromwell is half-decent.  His little-known ancestral line was incredibly good at the art of cromming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's Edwy All-fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this day in 1184, King Magnus V of Norway (that one's alright; I especially approve of the 5 being a V, it's more hardcore) dies in battle.  I'm not surprised that he died in battle.  He was probably surrounded by a heap of enemy body parts right before he died.  In fact, that's probably &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how&lt;/span&gt; he died.  He suffocated under the heap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/Sjbj3GwcqRI/AAAAAAAAAHg/2fEipp64670/s1600-h/StrongCompetition.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/Sjbj3GwcqRI/AAAAAAAAAHg/2fEipp64670/s200/StrongCompetition.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347712143395170578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really too bad that this guy bit the dust.  If he'd just stuck around for a little less than a millennium, I bet he could have swept through the World's Strongest Man competitions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally on June 15, 1752, Benjamin Franklin proves that lightening is electricity.  Coincidentally, this was the same day as Benjamin Franklin's first recorded hospitalization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, come to think of it, I don't know that Ben was all that smart.  If you had a hypothesis that lightening was electricity, would you tempt fate by holding something metallic up in a thunderstorm?  That's like testing your hypothesis that bullet-proof vests don't work by putting one on and having somebody shoot you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King Magnus the Bulletproof.  That's just amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although not quite as cool as Staff Sergeant Max Fightmaster, voted manliest name in the world by www.Cracked.com.  It's a real guy, too.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SjbkPdbhghI/AAAAAAAAAHw/g1lIGlzQgMY/s1600-h/Shark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SjbkPdbhghI/AAAAAAAAAHw/g1lIGlzQgMY/s200/Shark.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347712561798283794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't believe me?  Check this out: &lt;a href="http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2003/09/27/iraq/main575441.shtml"&gt;CBS News Article&lt;/a&gt;.  Unfortunately, he's not as hardcore as you would imagine.  He's a computer technician.  But I bet he could still break every bone in my body by looking at me in a particular way.  And then, in a gesture of mercy, he would fix my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, this is not an actual image of Max Fightmaster, but I bet he could do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.testriffic.com/resultfiles/8319Alan-Werewolf.jpg"&gt;Werewolf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.directionservice.org/cadre/images/Image44.gif"&gt;Emotional Baggage&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/81/263304299_808f770518.jpg"&gt;World's Strongest Man Competition&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://xfd.xanga.com/886d267467d30108430718/z76931920.jpg"&gt;Piledriver on a Shark&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3039307712294690271-9042320639097339662?l=just-another-dave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/feeds/9042320639097339662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/2009/06/apologies-and-nicknames.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039307712294690271/posts/default/9042320639097339662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039307712294690271/posts/default/9042320639097339662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/2009/06/apologies-and-nicknames.html' title='Apologies and Nicknames'/><author><name>Dave Blackmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589699099406122903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SiNaflNdnCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ieEJEUWSJYY/S220/P4170190.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/Sjbj2x995OI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vHAAqYVSM80/s72-c/Werewolf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039307712294690271.post-1166552070621217310</id><published>2009-06-13T09:41:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T11:33:49.422-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A break from the norm</title><content type='html'>Today is going to be a little different.  I was going to write about Mehmet Ali Agca because his story is REALLY weird.  And on this day in 2000, he was officially pardoned in Italy at the Pope's request.  Anyway, just read up about the guy, it's interesting.  After all, how many stories do you know of that start with "While waiting to assassinate the Pope, he wrote postcards to pass the time,"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I thought it would be more interesting to get into a movie idea I've had because I think this would be a GREAT flick to see:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SjPgNgRVM-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/GhAAhudSV_M/s1600-h/Thundercats.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 139px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SjPgNgRVM-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/GhAAhudSV_M/s200/Thundercats.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346863705224459234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thundercats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This would just be awesome to see live actors in.  I haven't cast the whole group, but I've come up with the main ones at least.  As you'll recall, the Thundercats were cat-like humanoid creatures from the planet Thundera.  The plot is way too complex to try to explain here.  In fact, I don't think I ever really understood the plot when I was a kid and watched the show.  Yeah, I definitely didn't.  But it was a sweet show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, after reading the plot synopsis on Wikipedia just now, I still don't feel I understand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so the plot of the movie would have to be dumbed-down a lot to make more sense and to capture a larger audience.  Something like, "Oh no, we cat-humanoid aliens have to flee our planet from the evil bad guys!  We escaped to another planet but they're still after the special sword!  Let's make friends with some of the creatures on this planet and run from others!"  I think that would be sufficient.  Except they'd need to end up on Earth somehow because we l&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SjPevFFyVyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/AQVmjRJQQR8/s1600-h/RupertGrint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 107px; height: 170px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SjPevFFyVyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/AQVmjRJQQR8/s200/RupertGrint.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346862083020576546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ike to &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SjPevNbTM5I/AAAAAAAAAFY/v_PNhDc38s8/s1600-h/Lion-O.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 108px; height: 169px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SjPevNbTM5I/AAAAAAAAAFY/v_PNhDc38s8/s200/Lion-O.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346862085258294162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;see heroes on Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lion-O: Ok, follow me on this one.  Rupert Grint.  That's right.  He's known as Ron Weasley to the world, but I think he could pull off Lion-O.  This picture clearly shows he's beefed up a little bit and with the right trainer (Sylvester Stallone), I think he could really rack in the muscle tone.  He'd have to lose the accent though.  In fact, we might need a voice-over all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SjPfI0Qr4RI/AAAAAAAAAF4/8XHroE0OayY/s1600-h/Tygra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 99px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SjPfI0Qr4RI/AAAAAAAAAF4/8XHroE0OayY/s200/Tygra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346862525179486482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SjPfI2V3QtI/AAAAAAAAAGA/jEgUOFMRUWw/s1600-h/KelseyGrammar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 86px; height: 130px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SjPfI2V3QtI/AAAAAAAAAGA/jEgUOFMRUWw/s200/KelseyGrammar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346862525738074834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tygra: Again, this might stretch your imagination, but Kelsey Grammar.  He was a phenomenal Beast in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;X-Men III&lt;/span&gt;.  And Tygra's the scientist who provides wisdom and counsel.  He's just a perfect fit.  And I think he could pull off the voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SjPfWyBjj2I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/s2kRhrPLC_I/s1600-h/VingRhames.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 109px; height: 111px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SjPfWyBjj2I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/s2kRhrPLC_I/s200/VingRhames.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346862765097324386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SjPfW0mfcBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/40KQaIve9-M/s1600-h/Panthro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 105px; height: 166px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SjPfW0mfcBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/40KQaIve9-M/s200/Panthro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346862765789114386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panthro: This one's obvious.  Ving Rhames.  The dude's name is Ving for crying out loud.  How sweet is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SjPf2cXXPjI/AAAAAAAAAGY/kcbsxfAu8Bk/s1600-h/Cheetara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 147px; height: 108px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SjPf2cXXPjI/AAAAAAAAAGY/kcbsxfAu8Bk/s200/Cheetara.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346863309039025714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SjPf2n19INI/AAAAAAAAAGg/MluGBDrJ1xc/s1600-h/KirstenDunst.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 82px; height: 110px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SjPf2n19INI/AAAAAAAAAGg/MluGBDrJ1xc/s200/KirstenDunst.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346863312120127698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheetara: Ok, this one was tough.  I could probably name a dozen actresses that could fit the role, but I needed one who was skinny yet fit, blonde yet tough.  I concluded that Kirsten Dunst would be a good match.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SjPgOGw6PpI/AAAAAAAAAG4/yhtGd_DjhQQ/s1600-h/Freddie+Highmore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 67px; height: 101px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SjPgOGw6PpI/AAAAAAAAAG4/yhtGd_DjhQQ/s200/Freddie+Highmore.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346863715557457554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SjPgOWTKpTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/k9aGdiMlMuI/s1600-h/Dakota+Fanning.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 94px; height: 102px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SjPgOWTKpTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/k9aGdiMlMuI/s200/Dakota+Fanning.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346863719727670578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SjPgN92-jkI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Dd3eL9jgxb8/s1600-h/WilyKit%28g%29+and+WilyKat%28b%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 111px; height: 83px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SjPgN92-jkI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Dd3eL9jgxb8/s200/WilyKit%28g%29+and+WilyKat%28b%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346863713166986818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WilyKit and WilyKat: I wish the Olsen twins were younger.  I think they could have pulled this off nicely.  Even though WilyKat is technically male.  So ultimately I decided on Dakota Fanning for WilyKit and Freddie Highmore for WilyKat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew, that was tough work, putting all those pictures together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so today's post wasn't incredibly funny, but hey, you're now vividly picturing the greatest film of all time, in the pre-production stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and in case you're wondering, Snarf would probably be played by Danny DeVito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SjPg3Sv0gGI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/x0qSLhBLClI/s1600-h/Danny+Devito.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 129px; height: 98px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SjPg3Sv0gGI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/x0qSLhBLClI/s200/Danny+Devito.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346864423148748898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SjPg3OiS2bI/AAAAAAAAAHI/iA_YlPgJRbA/s1600-h/Snarf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SjPg3OiS2bI/AAAAAAAAAHI/iA_YlPgJRbA/s200/Snarf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346864422018275762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amosdelretro.com.ar/Thundercats/Thundercats_post01.JPG"&gt;Thundercats&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thundercatslogo.com/lion-o.jpg"&gt;Lion-O&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.noos.org/anime/nostalgie/cosmo/images/tygra.jpg"&gt;Tygra&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tdog-art.com/sketchbook/sketch%20book%20jpegs%20copy/panthro.jpg"&gt;Panthro&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.queencheetah.com/Thundercats/Cheetara1.jpg"&gt;Cheetara&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sp5.fotolog.com/photo/37/26/107/thundercats_80s/1241306339940_f.jpg"&gt;WilyKit and WilyKat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://djwonder.com/wp-content/snarf1.jpg"&gt;Snarf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://x59.xanga.com/0bac60f3c5c30203263028/z157793717.jpg"&gt;Rupert Grint&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecinemasource.com/moviesdb/images/Kelsey_Grammar%20-%201%20-%20X_Men_3.jpg"&gt;Kelsey Grammar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/hollywood/5736/rhames.jpg"&gt;Ving Rhames&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2006/celebdatabase/kirstendunst/kirsten_dunst1_300_400.jpg"&gt;Kirsten Dunst&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thecinemasource.com/moviesdb/images/Freddie_Highmore-1-August_Rush.jpg"&gt;Freddie Highmore&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onifc.com/media3.php?id=108&amp;amp;file=Dakota%20Fanning.jpg"&gt;Dakota Fanning&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.moviesandlife.net/images/danny-devito-1.jpg"&gt;Danny DeVito&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3039307712294690271-1166552070621217310?l=just-another-dave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/feeds/1166552070621217310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/2009/06/break-from-norm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039307712294690271/posts/default/1166552070621217310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039307712294690271/posts/default/1166552070621217310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/2009/06/break-from-norm.html' title='A break from the norm'/><author><name>Dave Blackmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589699099406122903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SiNaflNdnCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ieEJEUWSJYY/S220/P4170190.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SjPgNgRVM-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/GhAAhudSV_M/s72-c/Thundercats.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039307712294690271.post-6134094432059037907</id><published>2009-06-12T19:29:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T20:17:53.125-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Twister!</title><content type='html'>I want you to picture the Olympics, any event.  After a great and courageous struggle, there is a victor.  A&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SjMKtGxs0yI/AAAAAAAAAFA/2XxwJyHemWk/s1600-h/Olympics.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 62px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SjMKtGxs0yI/AAAAAAAAAFA/2XxwJyHemWk/s200/Olympics.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346628952648373026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;fter that, there is a second- and third-place winner as well of course.  And so on.  Technically everybody is ranked.  But there are only three that get to take the stand and have their flags displayed.  Can you name the 8th-place winner of any event, ever in the Olympics?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet according to Wikipedia, on this day in 1899, the 8th-deadliest tornado in U.S. history struck in New Richmond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I don't have the faintest clue where New Richmond is and therefore this tornado means very little to me.  But beyond that, why is this even mentioned?  This tornado's flag wouldn't even be displayed if "Tornado Kills" were an Olympic event.  8th-deadliest?  Sure, there are technical ranks beyond 1-3, but who really cares about them?  I tried to find a good tornado picture to go with this, but they all looked far scarier than the 8th-deadliest.  They looked like contenders for first or second place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also on this day in 1967, the U.S. Supreme Court decided that all state laws which prohibit interracial marriage are unconstitutional.  The case?  Loving vs. Virginia.  I guess Virginia really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt; for lovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to today's sad news.  I just checked my birthday on Wikipedia.  Guess what?  My name has been removed from the list of people born on June 10.  And the annals of Wikipedia shall never be the same again.  So much for Ambassador of Awesome.  I almost want to play a game with Wikipedia now, except I probably won't because it would be a serious waste of time.  The game would be that I would go around to various articles at random and insert a sentence that talks about Waldo.  I could find a way to work it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then the challenge would be to find Waldo!  It could even be somewhat discreet because I could link to the Wikipedia page on Waldo.  See, I'm convinced that's wh&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SjMLSuhj_cI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/shrzfX0LKCI/s1600-h/Waldo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 54px; height: 115px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SjMLSuhj_cI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/shrzfX0LKCI/s200/Waldo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346629598973263298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;at gave me away on the June 10 page.  My name stood out in red because I didn't have my own Wikipedia page.  Then again...what does it take to create your own Wikipedia page...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I looked into this Waldo thing a little more.  Did you know that there was an animated television series of Waldo?  Apparently they even had "Waldo's minutes" during the show, in which the screen froze for a full minute to give the viewer a chance to find Waldo, just like in the books.  And you know what?  It was nominated for the 1992 "Annual Young Artist Award" in the category of "Outstanding New Animation Series", but it lost to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Back to the Future&lt;/span&gt; animated television series.  Another thing I didn't know existed but now have a serious hankering to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, the craziest part of all this?  I know the guy whose dad did the Narrator's voice for the Waldo television show.  That blows my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is the intro for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where's Waldo&lt;/span&gt; tv series.  Surprisingly, it only ran one season.  Actually, after listening to the theme song, it's not that surprising:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G6dICWaA6FY&amp;amp;feature=PlayList&amp;amp;p=1D10CE431FE824DF&amp;amp;playnext=1&amp;amp;playnext_from=PL&amp;amp;index=58"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's Waldo TV Show Intro&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is the intro for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Back to the Future&lt;/span&gt; tv series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8SNhxGQa98E&amp;amp;feature=PlayList&amp;amp;p=0E2EB536019D5113&amp;amp;playnext=1&amp;amp;playnext_from=PL&amp;amp;index=26"&gt;Back to the Future TV Show Intro&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit, the theme song is a LOT catchier.  The show clearly deserved to beat out Waldo for that award.  But I'm still very curious as to which show ended up in 8th place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://firstgiving.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2008/07/08/olympics1.gif"&gt;Olympic Symbol&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogs.btvancouver.ca/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/waldo.jpg"&gt;Waldo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3039307712294690271-6134094432059037907?l=just-another-dave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/feeds/6134094432059037907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/2009/06/twister.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039307712294690271/posts/default/6134094432059037907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039307712294690271/posts/default/6134094432059037907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/2009/06/twister.html' title='Twister!'/><author><name>Dave Blackmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589699099406122903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SiNaflNdnCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ieEJEUWSJYY/S220/P4170190.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SjMKtGxs0yI/AAAAAAAAAFA/2XxwJyHemWk/s72-c/Olympics.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039307712294690271.post-8740829300611305193</id><published>2009-06-11T10:51:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T11:40:43.183-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Greek Mathematicians and Sentence Structure</title><content type='html'>We all know of Wikipedia's greatness and grandeur.  I have even thought it would be great to print out every Wikipedia article, make a gigantic set of volumes, and go door-to-door selling them.  Hey, it worked for Encyclopedia Britannica, why not for Wikipedia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also all know of Wikipedia's flaws.  Like, not having true things a lot of the time.  And also not having the best sentence structure.  Most sentences are flawless.  But however there is an occasional bad one that could really need some better diction and, punctuation and grammar and if you look at it from a different, angle it could might mean something entirely not the same and its very disappointing to find those run-on sentences that; don't seem "to" do anything write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, that hurts my eyes to look at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today in history puts Wikipedia to the test.  The first entry is as follows:&lt;br /&gt;1184 BC - Trojan War: Troy is sacked and burned, according to calculation&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SjFAm4BMgXI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Fv49eQz_TKQ/s1600-h/Troy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SjFAm4BMgXI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Fv49eQz_TKQ/s200/Troy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346125269282095474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;s by Eratosthenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly hope that Eratosthenes' calculations were about the exact day of Troy being sacked and burned.  Because if he was just calculating whether or not it had indeed been sacked and burned, I lose a lot of respect for those Greek mathematicians.  I can just picture this guy in a toga, walking around the only standing column in the whole city for an entire day.  He's looking at it, muttering things under his breath, and looking around occasionally at the dying flames and ruins in ashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, he turns to a group of other toga-clad people who have been anxiously waiting and he says, "I have come to the conclusion that the city was sacked and burned."  The other people blink their eyes a few times, trying to determine if they missed something incredibly profound in that statement.  Then they start to look at each other, making sure they're not crazy themselves for thinking, "Man, this Eratosthenes is a complete ninny."  Finally one of them spits out sarcastically, "Uh, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no duh Sherlock&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in light of the fact that Wikipedia's sentences cannot be entirely trusted to only have one meaning, and the fact that Wikipedia's articles cannot even be entirely trusted to publish the truth, I have decided to conduct an experiment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall he&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SjFA4mJrYnI/AAAAAAAAAE4/kfxMeKbtNTM/s1600-h/Ambassador.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SjFA4mJrYnI/AAAAAAAAAE4/kfxMeKbtNTM/s200/Ambassador.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346125573723480690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;reby be known as the Ambassador of Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't believe me?  Look it up yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really!  Do it!  Look up June 10, 1982 in Wikipedia.  That was the day I was born.  Under the "Births" section, you'll see me listed there as the Ambassador of Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This test is to see how long this will stay on Wikipedia, not only for all the world to see, but for all the world to believe, because who's going to challenge a Wikipedia article?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is David M Blackmer, Ambassador of Awesome, signing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  I can't believe I actually found a picture of the Ambassador of Awesome's official seal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thecia.com.au/reviews/t/images/troy-3.jpg"&gt;Troy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://roninpaintball.com/pix/awesome.seal.png"&gt;Ambassador of Awesome Seal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3039307712294690271-8740829300611305193?l=just-another-dave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/feeds/8740829300611305193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/2009/06/greek-mathematicians-and-sentence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039307712294690271/posts/default/8740829300611305193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039307712294690271/posts/default/8740829300611305193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/2009/06/greek-mathematicians-and-sentence.html' title='Greek Mathematicians and Sentence Structure'/><author><name>Dave Blackmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589699099406122903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SiNaflNdnCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ieEJEUWSJYY/S220/P4170190.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SjFAm4BMgXI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Fv49eQz_TKQ/s72-c/Troy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039307712294690271.post-1445134107141374793</id><published>2009-06-10T16:02:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T17:26:22.893-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Silver Lining</title><content type='html'>Some might look at today in history and see only the unfortunate events at face value.  They would leave that Wikipedia page glumly, feeling a desire to find something happy and kick it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, on the other hand, choose to look for the silver lining in each cloud.  I figure the stormy clouds have the most silver in their linings because silver's a conductor, right?  So lightening and silver would kind of...go together well...or something...right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SjA38Zge-nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/exMBKyezKIY/s1600-h/Soft+Toilet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SjA38Zge-nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/exMBKyezKIY/s200/Soft+Toilet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345834268467591794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 10, 1962: As mentioned previously, Bridget Bishop is hanged for "certaine Detestable Arts called Witchcraft and Sorceries".  And thus the Salem Witch trials begin.&lt;br /&gt;Silver lining: Claes Oldenburg was never hanged despite making some incredibly "Detestable Arts".  See example on right of "Soft Toilet".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 10, 1770: Captain James Cook runs aground on the Great Barrier Reef.&lt;br /&gt;Silver lining: Wikipedia disagrees with itself as to the actual date of this occurrence, so it might not have even happened on this day in &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SjA_x5qvtYI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jvAuj9wu3aw/s1600-h/DMV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 122px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SjA_x5qvtYI/AAAAAAAAAEY/jvAuj9wu3aw/s200/DMV.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345842884215027074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;history!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 10, 1793: The Jardin des Plantes museum opens in Paris.  Oh great, another museum, just what Paris needs, right?&lt;br /&gt;Silver lining: It became the first public zoo after a year.  Funny, I didn't know they had DMV offices back them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 10, 1925: The first service of the United Church of Canada is held.  This Church is a union of Presbyterian, Methodist, and Congregationalist Churches.&lt;br /&gt;Silver lining: Now you can make up words like "Presby-Method-Ationalist" and "Metho-Byter-Gation".  I suppose you could even do "Congreg-Etho-Terian".  What's the Cognregationalist Church anyway?  Don't you congregate in all Churches?  Well, I guess not in the Separate and Lonely faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 10, 1935: Dr. Robert Smith takes his last drink of liquor and founds Alcoholics Anonymous.  So, as many have suspected for years, AA was conceived in a drunken stupor.&lt;br /&gt;Silver lining: Come on!  It's AA!  It's helped a whole bunch of people to get ove&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SjBAaDkdFxI/AAAAAAAAAEg/I0FKcUAS8Bw/s1600-h/WoW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SjBAaDkdFxI/AAAAAAAAAEg/I0FKcUAS8Bw/s200/WoW.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345843574067762962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;r their addiction!  I'm still waiting for a World of Warcraft Anonymous though.  It actually wouldn't even have to be anonymous.  They could just say, "My name is Hrandor, Prince of the Northern Kingdoms, and I am a Warcra-holic, not to be mispronounced or confused with Workaholic."  Other possible names include: Thalen'k the Cave Warrior, Jibjib the Winged Wonder, Garfnox the Elf Slayer, and Jack the Nimble and Quick (he wasn't as inventive as the other guys).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SjBA8dl3cpI/AAAAAAAAAEo/FWzxYiMRFm0/s1600-h/Rookie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 110px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SjBA8dl3cpI/AAAAAAAAAEo/FWzxYiMRFm0/s200/Rookie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345844165168558738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;10, 1944: Joe Nuxhall of the Cincinnati Reds steps up to the plate to pitch for his first time in the Major Leagues. Unfortunately, he couldn't finish off the inning, yielding five walks, two hits, one wild pitch, and five runs before being relieved.  And they were already trailing, 13-0, when he started.&lt;br /&gt;Silver lining: He was freaking 15 years old!  And he didn't even have some funky injury heal in a special way to give him superhuman pitching powers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as you can see, there is clearly a silver lining to every cloud.  The cup is always half full.  Except if you're in AA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://arttattler.com/Images/NorthAmerica/NewYork/Whitney/Claes%20Oldenberg/03-Oldenburg_SoftToilet.jpg"&gt;Soft Toilet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://latimes.image2.trb.com/lanews/media/photo/2008-08/41372610.jpg"&gt;DMV&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.filefront.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/world-of-warcraft-a1.jpg"&gt;World of Warcraft&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://meltingpot.fortunecity.com/barnsbury/747/pictures/rookie/RookieFull10.jpg"&gt;Rookie of the Year&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3039307712294690271-1445134107141374793?l=just-another-dave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/feeds/1445134107141374793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/2009/06/silver-lining.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039307712294690271/posts/default/1445134107141374793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039307712294690271/posts/default/1445134107141374793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/2009/06/silver-lining.html' title='Silver Lining'/><author><name>Dave Blackmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589699099406122903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SiNaflNdnCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ieEJEUWSJYY/S220/P4170190.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SjA38Zge-nI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/exMBKyezKIY/s72-c/Soft+Toilet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039307712294690271.post-3806951635526841392</id><published>2009-06-09T08:26:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T08:47:44.131-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rough Day for Rome</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/Si5yHJjbLzI/AAAAAAAAADg/HN0lEe9j7Qw/s1600-h/Nero.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 81px; height: 115px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/Si5yHJjbLzI/AAAAAAAAADg/HN0lEe9j7Qw/s200/Nero.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345335274884509490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I kid you not, these are the first 3 Wikipedia entries for today’s date in history:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53 AD: Roman Emperor Nero marries Claudia Octavia.&lt;br /&gt;62 AD: Claudia Octavia commits suicide.&lt;br /&gt;68 AD: Roman Emperor Nero commits suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bummer.  Nine years of marriage and then Claudia Octavia ruins it all by doing herself in.  Happy anniversary.  I’m guessing Nero sort of got over this though, seeing as he waited another six years before kicking his own bucket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait, this story isn’t over yet.  It’s too awesome to pass up all the details.  And yes, it is incredibly morbid of me to refer to this as “awesome”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nero had done some things that didn’t bode well with the Senate.  Back in those days, that didn’t just mean that Senators grumbled about you behind your back.  It meant that they declared him a public enemy and decided to beat him to death.  This could have meant&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/Si5yVC5QfXI/AAAAAAAAADo/Dl1Mxae1mDk/s1600-h/Tiber.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 177px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/Si5yVC5QfXI/AAAAAAAAADo/Dl1Mxae1mDk/s200/Tiber.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345335513615203698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a meager stoning, but either way he wasn’t going to have a very honorable farewell address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he decided he would have to die.  He first tried to get somebody “skilled” with a sword to come and do the job, but nobody showed up.  So then he almost threw himself into the Tiber river.  But he chickened out.  So he fled to a villa 4 miles outside the city.  He arrived with 4 servants and he promptly ordered them to dig a grave for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/Si5ynS9aYCI/AAAAAAAAADw/Ck8FAPgnV7M/s1600-h/band-aid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 78px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/Si5ynS9aYCI/AAAAAAAAADw/Ck8FAPgnV7M/s200/band-aid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345335827165241378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He tried to commit suicide but lost his nerve.  So get this, he asked one of his servants to lead the way by example!  Can you imagine what Nero would have been like if Band-Aids had been around back then?  Just rip it off already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He finally offed himself at the sound of approaching horsemen.  Of course, he couldn’t do it alone.  He asked his secretary to help him out.  I bet that didn’t look too shiny on her résumé.  Not only does she have to put down “Terminated employment due to the fact that I kind of killed my boss” but she doesn’t even have any references now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ironic thing is that the horsemen were coming to tell him that it had all just been a silly joke the Senators had decided to pull.  They had forgiven all his little “whoopsies” (official Roman terminology) like all the people he had killed and made it look like an accident (“He had an epileptic seizure.”  “She was in a ship wreck.”  “I was juggling with my sword and it must have slipped and skewered him in the heart.”).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I realize this whole episode has been fairly macabre, but I think history provides some good lessons here.  The most important is obvious: Don’t cheese off a group of senator&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/Si5z-uYQBRI/AAAAAAAAAEA/czVKfHK8vew/s1600-h/Kid%27s+Drawing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 122px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/Si5z-uYQBRI/AAAAAAAAAEA/czVKfHK8vew/s200/Kid%27s+Drawing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345337329174185234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can’t you picture a bunch of modern-day senators, in suits, riding Harley Davidson motorcycles and tattooing themselves with rusty Bic pens?  The tattoos would say stuff like, “Lobby This, Sucka,” “Abstain From This, Sucka,” and “Nominate Me Or Face My Wrath.”  Unfortunately, none of the tattoos would be very intimidating because they would be done by fellow Senators and have you ever seen a Senator that can draw even half decently?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that’s a group you don’t want to mess with.  Especially if they’re juggling Roman swords.  One might accidentally “slip”, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, w&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/Si50VqZGb3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/j88-wWqWPlk/s1600-h/Senators.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 179px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/Si50VqZGb3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/j88-wWqWPlk/s200/Senators.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345337723241000818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hen I said don’t cheese off a group of senators, I really meant the Ottawa Senators, the professional ice hockey team.  Even without juggling a single Roman sword, they are quite a formidable bunch.  We’re talking about guys who don’t even have a full set of teeth between all 25 of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/7/75/P-nero-cap.JPG"&gt;Nero&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/d/d1/Tiber.PNG"&gt;Tiber&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://outnumberedtwotoone.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/band-aid.jpg"&gt;Band-Aid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XuIs29EHTQs/R26R6-9_OZI/AAAAAAAAAcA/in_mYiUSYtE/s400/DSC02193+copy.jpg"&gt;Kid’s Drawing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imgsrv.wbz.com/image/wbz/UserFiles/Image/Sports%20Images/2008%2002%2026%20BRUINS%20Senators%20Lucic%20bangs%20Volchenkov.jpg"&gt;Ottawa Senators&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3039307712294690271-3806951635526841392?l=just-another-dave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/feeds/3806951635526841392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/2009/06/rough-day-for-rome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039307712294690271/posts/default/3806951635526841392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039307712294690271/posts/default/3806951635526841392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/2009/06/rough-day-for-rome.html' title='Rough Day for Rome'/><author><name>Dave Blackmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589699099406122903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SiNaflNdnCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ieEJEUWSJYY/S220/P4170190.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/Si5yHJjbLzI/AAAAAAAAADg/HN0lEe9j7Qw/s72-c/Nero.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039307712294690271.post-796079313635833050</id><published>2009-06-08T09:52:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T10:23:19.695-06:00</updated><title type='text'>An international holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/Si06A-mEB_I/AAAAAAAAADQ/PbMOIupBwMw/s1600-h/Phenomenon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 122px; height: 122px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/Si06A-mEB_I/AAAAAAAAADQ/PbMOIupBwMw/s200/Phenomenon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344992121235703794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today is a special day.  People are taking off work all over the Earth to celebrate World Brain Tumor Day.  So plan to spend the evening munching popcorn and watching John Travolta in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Phenomenon&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless of course you plan instead to celebrate World Oceans Day, which is also today.  You know, we don't have a lot of worldwide holidays, do we?  Couldn't we at least give separate days to the holidays we DO have?  If I were the oceans, I'd feel a little ripped off having to share a world day with brain tumors.  Especially since John Travolta never made a movie about developing superhuman powers from the ocean depths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on this day in 1959, the USS &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Barbero&lt;/span&gt; (a name that's completely in between macho/intimidating and Italian opera) attempted Missile Mail.  Yes folks, air mail should not be the fastest way to get your letters to your loved ones.  It should be E-mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But second to E-&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/Si06VS9yApI/AAAAAAAAADY/DwTY-c67Aeg/s1600-h/Missile+Mail.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/Si06VS9yApI/AAAAAAAAADY/DwTY-c67Aeg/s200/Missile+Mail.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344992470301278866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mail only, is the speed of Missile Mail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, in past attempts to get rocket mail going strong, half of the mail ended up in flaming shreds when the missiles exploded (not very surprising after seeing this picture on the left).  Then somebody came up with the good idea of NOT having the rockets blow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More ticks against using rocket mail include the fact that it costs $8000/ounce and that it really doesn't speed anything up because it still has to get sorted/delivered/lost/destroyed by the post office at the destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sadly Rocket Mail is pretty much dead and gone, having left a mark on history that's hardly visible anymore.  Or is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RocketMail was the name of one of the first major, free webmail services and fought against Hotmail for the number 1 spot for a while.  RocketMail was bought out by Yahoo! in 1997.  So for all those of you who use Yahoo! to send E-mails, you're essentially using RocketMail's old system.  Which means you should be paying $8000/ounce for each E-mail you send out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B000002NB0.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;Phenomenon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/6/6d/Regulus_missile.png"&gt;Missile Mail&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3039307712294690271-796079313635833050?l=just-another-dave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/feeds/796079313635833050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/2009/06/international-holiday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039307712294690271/posts/default/796079313635833050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039307712294690271/posts/default/796079313635833050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/2009/06/international-holiday.html' title='An international holiday'/><author><name>Dave Blackmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589699099406122903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SiNaflNdnCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ieEJEUWSJYY/S220/P4170190.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/Si06A-mEB_I/AAAAAAAAADQ/PbMOIupBwMw/s72-c/Phenomenon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039307712294690271.post-6813039158767264374</id><published>2009-06-06T08:58:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T19:05:41.289-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Macaulay Culkin and Tetris</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SisPRZclxtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/PmMNYmDWDOY/s1600-h/Andrew+Jackson.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 122px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SisPRZclxtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/PmMNYmDWDOY/s200/Andrew+Jackson.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344382174368220882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On this day in 1833, President Andrew Jackson became the first U.S. President to ride a train.  Later, Franklin D. Roosevelt was the first U.S. president to ride a plane (though not on this day in history).  I predict that much later, Macaulay Culkin will be the first U.S. president to ride in a jet-car.  I don't have a projection as to on what day that will take place, but I guarantee that the days of Macaulay Culkin's presidency will be sad ones indeed.  However, I bet the burglary rate will go down across the nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and this is good too, especially for the devout followers of my blog: on this day in 1919 the Republic of Prekmurje ends.  Short-lived, huh?  They had what, like a week?  I'll have to study that out more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on June 6, 1933, the first drive-in theater opened in Camden, New Jersey.  It must have been really decked out too.  Wouldn't they need a piano at every parking spot so you could hear the movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to jump ahead now to the best thing June 6 is famous for.  No, not D-Day, although that is a close se&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SisP5H7ZdCI/AAAAAAAAADA/Z3Q38xjiF1M/s1600-h/Valkyrie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 126px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SisP5H7ZdCI/AAAAAAAAADA/Z3Q38xjiF1M/s200/Valkyrie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344382856860365858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cond.  Tetris was released on June 6, 1984.  Today marks the 25th anniversary of that release.  That's even cooler than Kara, the valkyrie from Norse mythology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we're all familiar with Tetris.  But do you know how many studies have been conducted involving it?  Prepare yourself.  Of course there was a scientific study examining the possibility of playing forever.  It was deemed impossible due to the S- and Z-shaped pieces.  Better yet, there was a study done by an Oxford University research group that blows my mind and is 100 times cooler than the Norse valkryie Kara.  They proved that playing Tetris soon after viewing traumatic material in the laboratory reduced the number of flashbacks to that material over the following week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How awesome is that?  Not only can Tetris cure victims of traumatic events, but Oxford University dreamed it could and conducted the necessary research to prove it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, to be fair, the individuals that played Tetris after viewing traumatic material just had the Tetris theme song going through their heads for the next week, so they could hardly think of anything else.  Speaking of that theme song, I highly recommend getting it in some version on iTunes.  Everybody could use a little reminder of Tetris' greatness in their lives.  My personal favorite is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;T-E-T-R-I-S&lt;/span&gt;, from the artist Gamboyzzz.  It's phenomenal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, no matter how much I searched, I couldn't find the truly greatest Tetris-related song on iTunes.  You see, Andrew Lloyd Webber himself contributed to the 1992 Eu&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SisRjBOoTKI/AAAAAAAAADI/xrr55EupkGQ/s1600-h/Tetris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SisRjBOoTKI/AAAAAAAAADI/xrr55EupkGQ/s200/Tetris.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344384676128115874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rodance single that featured music from this video game.  While I couldn't find it on iTunes, I did find it on YouTube.  It's probably best to get the full effect by watching the YouTube video anyway:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kc0JNt25GBM"&gt;The Greatest Tetris Dance Song Ever&lt;/a&gt; (not that there was much competition)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly enough, despite the obvious connection to Andrew Lloyd Webber and their very clear dancing and singing abilities, nobody in this group ever made it to Broadway.  Such a shame?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can picture the Tetris musical of the future, with all these singers/dancers, and President Macaulay Culkin himself as the lead.  It might be about the forbidden love between an S-shaped piece and a Z-shaped piece, forever opposite, destined to always be apart.  There might even be a side story between the square piece and the straight line, both desiring to be different.  Eventually, all pieces would come to realize one of the several morals of the story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should be satisfied with what you are.&lt;br /&gt;There are consequences for rushing into things.&lt;br /&gt;No matter your background, love will find a way.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody needs to work together to accomplish a greater good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That last one would be the final note of the musical, ending in that funky noise you get when four lines are suddenly finished at the same time, at which point all the pieces would flash, then disappear, and a new set of pieces would start to fall from the catwalk above the stage, showing the rebirth of the game and the lessons to be learned all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would definitely be cooler than Kara the valkyrie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://faithmaps.files.wordpress.com/2008/02/andrew_jackson.jpeg"&gt;Andrew Jackson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marvel.com/universe3zx/images/thumb/5/5f/Valkyrie.jpg/440px-Valkyrie.jpg"&gt;Valkyrie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://toogoodtobe.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/tetris-game.jpg"&gt;Tetris&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3039307712294690271-6813039158767264374?l=just-another-dave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/feeds/6813039158767264374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/2009/06/two-halves.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039307712294690271/posts/default/6813039158767264374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039307712294690271/posts/default/6813039158767264374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/2009/06/two-halves.html' title='Macaulay Culkin and Tetris'/><author><name>Dave Blackmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589699099406122903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SiNaflNdnCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ieEJEUWSJYY/S220/P4170190.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SisPRZclxtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/PmMNYmDWDOY/s72-c/Andrew+Jackson.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039307712294690271.post-6216520525864674944</id><published>2009-06-05T09:07:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T17:45:03.896-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctor Jargon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/Sik4PHLTUDI/AAAAAAAAACg/WXQ9M-O9JYc/s1600-h/DoctorNeedle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 167px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/Sik4PHLTUDI/AAAAAAAAACg/WXQ9M-O9JYc/s200/DoctorNeedle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343864265127448626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think doctors should be allowed to say the word “sting”.  It’s so vague.  In the old days, they would just lie to you and say it’s not going to hurt a bit.  Then they’d give you a lollipop afterwards so you couldn’t warn everybody in the waiting room that the doctor’s a rotten liar.  Somehow we wised up to them and our lollipop bribes were no longer sufficient.  Desperate to maintain their clientele, doctors invented the word “sting”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sting is very vague when it comes to denoting a quantity of pain.  So being told that something is going to “sting” a little doesn’t really help me at all.  In fact, it makes matters worse.  Now I know it could be mildly irritating OR hurt so badly that it feels like somebody just grabbed my left nostril and pulled it up over my head so they could start plucking out my nosehairs one at a time.  The anticipation heightens the blow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the doctor takes approximately FOREVER in getting whatever it is ready before initiating the “stinging” process.  It’s like he wants you to keep vividly picturing the endless similes for this amount of pain.  Finally, he’s ready to do whatever it is that “stings” and by now you’re covered in sweat and ready to vomit and/or pass out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/Sik5bpnbCDI/AAAAAAAAACo/pED5NOjoVkU/s1600-h/Running+Away.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 121px; height: 129px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/Sik5bpnbCDI/AAAAAAAAACo/pED5NOjoVkU/s200/Running+Away.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343865580042258482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to see a customer survey of how much pain was felt on a scale of 1 to 10, with 1 being minimal and 10 being, “Holy Sweet Goat’s Milk I Was Not Anticipating This Much Pain And If I Had Only Known You Can Bet I Would Have Been At Least Seventeen Countries Away By Now In A Desperate Attempt To Get Away From This Sadistic Doctor!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only problem with that method of letting a patient know what they’re really about to face is that there are patients like me.  I would be overcome with a macho zeal to rank it lower than the average.  So I’d see a 7, for instance, as the average.  And I’d pretend to be all calm and tough.  And during the procedure my toenails would be curling but I wouldn’t budge, trying to convince the doctor that I am an excellent candidate to be captured and tortured by an enemy because I would never reveal anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once on my feet again, they would give me the survey and I would say, “Boy, I thought this was supposed to be a 7.  I’d say it was more of a…”  And then I would face a moment of truth and the doctor, nurse, and receptionist would all be giving me their undivided attention, eager to find out how manly I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“2.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at my car, after having received a standing ovation for my manliness, I would vomit and then pass out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an add-on to yesterday's post, I discovered something wonderful and amazing in doing a tiny bit of research for a "Today In History" segment.  Guess what happened on June 5, 1829.  One of the Royal Navy's ships captured an armored slave ship off the coast of Cuba&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/Sik7k7O5IYI/AAAAAAAAACw/5v8xKTqKLMg/s1600-h/Aircraft+Carrier2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 121px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/Sik7k7O5IYI/AAAAAAAAACw/5v8xKTqKLMg/s200/Aircraft+Carrier2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343867938413289858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  The name of the Royal Navy vessel?  HMS &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pickle&lt;/span&gt;.  And guess what else?  This was the 3rd ship in the Royal Navy that was named the HMS &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pickle&lt;/span&gt;.  And there were FIVE more after it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://comps.fotosearch.com/comp/IMZ/IMZ124/doctor-s-needle_%7Epgi0034.jpg"&gt;Doctor with Medium-Sized Needle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etftrends.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/running_away.gif"&gt;Running Away&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freefoto.com/images/22/04/22_04_14---Aircraft-carrier-HMS-Invincible_web.jpg"&gt;Aircraft Carrier&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.instablogsimages.com/images/2008/06/03/pickle1_wFhsC_15903.gif"&gt;Pickle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3039307712294690271-6216520525864674944?l=just-another-dave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/feeds/6216520525864674944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/2009/06/doctor-jargon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039307712294690271/posts/default/6216520525864674944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039307712294690271/posts/default/6216520525864674944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/2009/06/doctor-jargon.html' title='Doctor Jargon'/><author><name>Dave Blackmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589699099406122903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SiNaflNdnCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ieEJEUWSJYY/S220/P4170190.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/Sik4PHLTUDI/AAAAAAAAACg/WXQ9M-O9JYc/s72-c/DoctorNeedle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039307712294690271.post-7434717971797346445</id><published>2009-06-04T09:14:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T09:55:10.441-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise</title><content type='html'>As my faithful few will recall, the main purpose of this blog is to catch Dave Barry’s attention and ultimately take his place when he retires.  He’s still writing but I was stunned to find out yesterday that he’s pretty much ALREADY retired!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I should’ve done a bit more research on that one, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there’s already a void that needs to be filled!  What joyous news!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SifmHz8tiWI/AAAAAAAAACI/obhST5mv9_M/s1600-h/Corn+Maze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 183px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SifmHz8tiWI/AAAAAAAAACI/obhST5mv9_M/s200/Corn+Maze.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343492504776706402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;k, well, I should restate the offer I made in my first posting.  $50 to the person who can arrange a lunch meeting for me with Dave Barry.  And the offer is of course limited to the humor columnist legend Dave Barry, not some Dave Barry in northern Iowa whose primary life achievement was creating a corn maze to roughly mimic the shape of a duck-billed platypus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep spreading the word if you enjoy reading these posts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, on to funnier things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also stopped by a local Redbox yesterday and noticed something a bit surprising.  Did you know that you can pay Redbox $1.04 (if I recall correctly from the last time I rented there) to rent an EMPTY DVD CASE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SifnpfBfcHI/AAAAAAAAACQ/75-nTrFiWaQ/s1600-h/Gerbils.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 188px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SifnpfBfcHI/AAAAAAAAACQ/75-nTrFiWaQ/s200/Gerbils.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343494182786789490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen it there every time I go and wondered if there were some catch.  Is this a special prize that only the really gutsy people get?  You know, they go ahead and rent the Empty Case and it comes out full of money or with coupons for free gerbils or something.  Or perhaps this is the Redbox version of gambling.  By choosing “Empty Case” you receive a DVD at random, like the least-rented one, or the one with the most vowels in the title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe Redbox is so popular that some people just rent the Empty Case as a status thing.  You know, they don’t have the time to sit down and watch a movie, but they know that the cool thing to do is rent something from Redbox after waiting behind four people for half an hour because none of those four people had the first clue what they wanted to watch, if anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently it’s none of the above.  “Empty Case” is an option because some people lose their DVD cases and they need to buy one from Redbox directly.  Fine, www dot redbox dot com slash Help slash FAQ dot aspx, give a viable answer.  I still want my free gerbils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to return briefly to “Today In History”, in 1862 American Confederate troops evacuated their fort along the Mississippi River which paved the way for Union troops to take Memphis, Tennessee.  You may think that’s a fairly mundane thing to bring up in a “Today In History” post.  However, if you do think so, you clearly don’t know the name of the abandoned fort…Fort  Pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who names a military base Fort Pillow?  In everything I read, there was no mention anywhere of why it was named Fort  Pillow.  It’s not a common last name.  I can only imagine that it was named after some nearby city, although why a city was named Pillow is also beyond me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, we all built pillow forts as kids, but to grow up and name a REAL fort after pillows sends the message that "We're just playing war until our Moms tell us to come in for supper."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so it was a terrible name.  Or was it?  Why not add a little humor into war?  We have all these scary war names like Python missile and Black Hawk helicopter.  We even have some things that just sound butch, even if they’re not particularly intimidating, like Fort  Knox and Longbow helicopter.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/Sifs8TUc2XI/AAAAAAAAACY/9vZkZtlIEhA/s1600-h/Aircraft+Carrier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 157px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/Sifs8TUc2XI/AAAAAAAAACY/9vZkZtlIEhA/s200/Aircraft+Carrier.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343500003620739442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what if we started naming missiles, forts, aircraft, etc. after goofy, soft, plush things?  What if we had an aircraft carrier that was named the USS Teletubby?  Or a Camp Pendleton?  Or a Tacit Rainbow missile?  Wouldn’t that just make war a little more…plush?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yuck it up now, Buttercup, because two of those three suggestions I just made are true.  I guess Pendleton has a certain ring to it.  But so does the USS Teletubby, although that is clearly not an existing aircraft carrier (to the best of my knowledge).  Which is really too bad in my opinion.  War could use a better reputation.  It’s always so harsh and full of dead people.  Sure would be nice to soften it up a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.poppellfarms.com/images/corn_maze_notice.jpg"&gt;Corn Maze&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.therazor.org/images/gerbils.jpg"&gt;Baby Gerbils&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freefoto.com/images/22/04/22_04_14---Aircraft-carrier-HMS-Invincible_web.jpg"&gt;Aircraft Carrier&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s.bebo.com/app-image/7925666873/5411656627/PROFILE/i.quizzaz.com/img/q/u/08/04/01/teletubbies_po.jpg"&gt;Teletubby&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3039307712294690271-7434717971797346445?l=just-another-dave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/feeds/7434717971797346445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/2009/06/surprise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039307712294690271/posts/default/7434717971797346445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039307712294690271/posts/default/7434717971797346445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/2009/06/surprise.html' title='Surprise'/><author><name>Dave Blackmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589699099406122903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SiNaflNdnCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ieEJEUWSJYY/S220/P4170190.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SifmHz8tiWI/AAAAAAAAACI/obhST5mv9_M/s72-c/Corn+Maze.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039307712294690271.post-4462255423784792657</id><published>2009-06-03T08:11:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T09:25:51.963-06:00</updated><title type='text'>History's lame in a lot of ways</title><content type='html'>I was perusing the listing of events that happened on this day in history and I came to the sudden realization that I needed more envelopes.  I also suddenly realized that history is full of sad events.  Deaths here and there of famous people.  Wars being fought, won, lost, or tied (a rare event, but I'm sure it happened at least twice).  It's like when you read a newspaper--just a bunch of attacks, unsolved murders, ice cream trucks being stolen, and editorial commentaries.  Yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SiaSQTiOrTI/AAAAAAAAABo/KKXm0oFvhN4/s1600-h/TheaterNerd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 178px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SiaSQTiOrTI/AAAAAAAAABo/KKXm0oFvhN4/s200/TheaterNerd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343118816741076274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that history is written by the victors and presumably they like to brag about the battles they just won, explaining the morbidity of the textbooks.  I say history is written by those scary high school theater guys that dress in all black, have full beards or goatees at age 12, and say things like, "Huzzah!".  Wouldn't that be a better explanation of the dark outlook of history?  Let's examine the two options:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History written by the victors:&lt;br /&gt;Half the time the victors couldn't even read, much less write.  In fact, I bet writing wasn't even invented before half of history's so-called "battles".  Think of all those wars in Europe that &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SiaTWqVGrRI/AAAAAAAAABw/WnImWUrCPjg/s1600-h/MedievalBook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 182px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SiaTWqVGrRI/AAAAAAAAABw/WnImWUrCPjg/s200/MedievalBook.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343120025450884370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;you learn about in school.  These were fought by people that didn't even have super-basic things like good haircuts, GPS systems, or large-screen televisions.  You expect them to be writing?  Not gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And look at the books they enjoyed back in that period.  It was the drawings they cared about!  You look at the most praised books from that day and they had all these fancy little borders and silly pictures that had no concept of depth perception whatsoever.  You think they read a lot of words?  I doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now consider history written by the scary high school theater guys in trench coats:&lt;br /&gt;Um, they already have the lingo.  They say stuff like, "Methinks" and "Forsooth" all the time.  So they'd be really good at writing the history books.  Not to mention that these are the same guys that formed the following clubs at your high school: Fencing club, Jousting club, Monk Staff Fighting club, Thwarting an Enemy with a Large Axe club, and the Lightsaber club.  So they definitely know a lot about historical fighting and could narrate a battle blow by blow perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They could also name every Jedi that ever lived and list them chronologically, ordered by the date they became a Padawan.  That's just as essential in being able to write history, because we all know that history is full of curve balls and a knowledge of Star Wars means they understand and appreciate the greatest cinematic curve ball EVER thrown.  No, it wa&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SiaU3V4aIKI/AAAAAAAAACA/agoTXMuqb44/s1600-h/Marcia+Lucas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 104px; height: 120px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SiaU3V4aIKI/AAAAAAAAACA/agoTXMuqb44/s200/Marcia+Lucas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343121686409126050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;s not Darth&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SiaUntbg01I/AAAAAAAAAB4/hBJosHg8tIg/s1600-h/Chewie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 107px; height: 120px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SiaUntbg01I/AAAAAAAAAB4/hBJosHg8tIg/s200/Chewie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343121417852474194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Vader being Luke's father.  No, it was not Luke and Leia being siblings.  No, it was not even making films 4-6 first and then, years later, making films 1-3.  Star Wars' great curve ball was the fact that (I'm not making this up) George Lucas got the idea for Chewbacca one morning while watching his wife Marcia drive off in her car.  I'll let you do the research to figure that one out.  Is it really surprising that they got divorced?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it seems pretty clear to me that history was written by the same guys that stared down jocks who wanted desperately to stuff them into lockers.  Many presume the jocks were just afraid that all those fencing club meetings would pay off and they didn't want to end up getting skewered by a wooden sword.  But most people don't know the real reason the jocks never attacked those scary theater guys--they were being controlled by Jedi mind tricks.  Huzzah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.rottentomatoes.com/images/spotlights/2007/dan_fogler.jpg"&gt;Scary Theater Guy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.headlesschicken.ca/eng204/images/medieval-large.jpg"&gt;Medieval Book&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://theoscarsite.com/whoswho5/lucas_m.jpg"&gt;Marcia Lucas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bagsnob.com/images/chewbacca.jpg"&gt;Chewbacca&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3039307712294690271-4462255423784792657?l=just-another-dave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/feeds/4462255423784792657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/2009/06/historys-lame-in-lot-of-ways.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039307712294690271/posts/default/4462255423784792657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039307712294690271/posts/default/4462255423784792657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/2009/06/historys-lame-in-lot-of-ways.html' title='History&apos;s lame in a lot of ways'/><author><name>Dave Blackmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589699099406122903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SiNaflNdnCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ieEJEUWSJYY/S220/P4170190.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SiaSQTiOrTI/AAAAAAAAABo/KKXm0oFvhN4/s72-c/TheaterNerd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039307712294690271.post-3734079766541580528</id><published>2009-06-02T09:45:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T08:11:29.363-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What an awesome day</title><content type='html'>As promised, I will not go into minute details of my personal life in this blog.  I will not even go into some of the bigger details.  But this post will reveal a little piece of information about me.  I'm sure you're quivering with anticipation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like the idea of focusing on "Today In History".  So I think I'll keep that up.  Of course, I won't make these too long in order to leave ample material for future years.  Today in history was not a pretty one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SiVOSutP6QI/AAAAAAAAABY/pDy4BWjBIU8/s1600-h/Roman+Graffiti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SiVOSutP6QI/AAAAAAAAABY/pDy4BWjBIU8/s200/Roman+Graffiti.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342762616627390722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;455 AD, the Vandals entered Rome and plundered the city for two weeks.  They also left some very rude graffiti all over the place ("Vandals rule!" "Valentinian III sucks!" "Petronius Maximus sucks!" "Avitus sucks!" "Anybody who has a name that ends in -us sucks!").  There were 3 separate emperors in 455 AD, so it is understandable that the Vandals didn't like any of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SiVO9yIdRtI/AAAAAAAAABg/dfKZLsxjtLg/s1600-h/BridgetBishop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 146px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SiVO9yIdRtI/AAAAAAAAABg/dfKZLsxjtLg/s200/BridgetBishop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342763356281194194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1692, Bridget Bishop is the first person to stand trial in Salem...yes, the infamous witch trials begin.  She is found guilty and hanged on June 10.  290 years later, I was born on the same day she was hanged.  What a lovely thing to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did it take them 8 days to hang her?  I thought angry witch-burning mobs acted a little faster.  Or perhaps the trial lasted that long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possible trial transcript:&lt;br /&gt;Prosecution: She's a witch!  Burn her!&lt;br /&gt;Defense: Your honor, I motion for a recess.  My client has some business to attend to.&lt;br /&gt;Judge: Recess granted until tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day...&lt;br /&gt;New prosecution attorney: Your honor, seeing as the last attorney in my position was mysteriously turned into a toad, I would like to scrap the motion to burn the witch.&lt;br /&gt;Defense: We concur with said motion.&lt;br /&gt;Judge: Very well, what would the prosecution like to do with the witch instead?&lt;br /&gt;New prosecution (looking nervously at Bridget who is making toad noises and brandishing a wand): Um, well, maybe...hang her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say the prosecution kept losing attorneys until the first one got better and was able to do more on the witness stand than declare, "Ribbit".  She was found guilty and sentenced to be burned.  However, her defense attorney was incredibly good and managed to get her off with a mere hanging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, my birthday is now tainted forever.  Once upon a time I did some research to see if anybody famous shared my birthday.  Yeah, there's a bunch of names, but only one or two that I actually recognize.  So now instead of getting to write cool blogs about how my birthday is the same day as George Clooney's, I'm stuck with the dread of writing about the beginning of the Salem Witch trials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.  Stay tuned and in a little over a week you'll get to see my positive spin on the events history offered for the 10th of June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/7/7041023_268ddfca24.jpg"&gt;Roman graffiti&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://triciastreasurechest.com/BridgetBishop.jpg"&gt;Bridget Bishop&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3039307712294690271-3734079766541580528?l=just-another-dave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/feeds/3734079766541580528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-awesome-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039307712294690271/posts/default/3734079766541580528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039307712294690271/posts/default/3734079766541580528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-awesome-day.html' title='What an awesome day'/><author><name>Dave Blackmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589699099406122903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SiNaflNdnCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ieEJEUWSJYY/S220/P4170190.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SiVOSutP6QI/AAAAAAAAABY/pDy4BWjBIU8/s72-c/Roman+Graffiti.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039307712294690271.post-8006573558749024184</id><published>2009-06-01T07:47:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T08:28:54.334-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Google AdSense</title><content type='html'>So much for "Ungulate".  I just checked the Google AdSense ads this morning and none of them had anything to do with mammals that mostly use the tips of their hoofs (hooves?) to support themselves when moving.  In fact, I still found the usual trashy ones like "Pics of Beautiful Women", "Hill Country Tattoo", and "Looking for Tech Blogs".  Those filthy scummy tech blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I didn't understand how these things operate.  Or maybe the Hill Country Tattoo parlor offers the rare tattoos, like a free-swimming dolphin school, a bowl of oatmeal, or a rough topographical sketch of the Republic of Prekmurje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough griping about Google AdSense.  Actually, that might even be against their Terms of Service.  Don't tell on me, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that the picture I posted of Dave Barry yesterday is probably not the best one.  It doesn't exactly make him out to be the kind of person who's getting ready to retire sometime over the next few years.  If you look closely enough you'll see that his hair is quite long in the back and therefore he looks more like a has-been rock star from the late 70's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SiPjywKVW_I/AAAAAAAAAA4/QomVEQEEsZ8/s1600-h/Dave+Barry2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SiPjywKVW_I/AAAAAAAAAA4/QomVEQEEsZ8/s200/Dave+Barry2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342364044052749298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, probably also not a good idea to rag on the guy who I'm hoping will offer me his job when he buys a ticket for the retirement train.  It might even be against &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt; Terms of Service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the same, here's a more realistic picture that puts the "age" back in "image", just so you can understand that he's closer to retirement than a comeback tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, to throw caution to the wind, I'll do a brief "Today In History" blurb, even though Piggy might be deeply offended.  If you don't &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SiPkIHGRSXI/AAAAAAAAABI/Qn7niSQZDvQ/s1600-h/USSChesapeake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 124px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SiPkIHGRSXI/AAAAAAAAABI/Qn7niSQZDvQ/s200/USSChesapeake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342364410986973554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;know who Piggy is, you'll have to read my previous post.  Apparently on June 1, 1813, James Lawrence, the mortally-wounded commander of the USS &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chesapeake&lt;/span&gt; cried out, "Don't give up the ship!"  On the page I was looking at, Wikipedia doesn't go into any more details, which is fun because now I can make up my own:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Lawrence and his first mate (isn't that an official navy occupation?) were playing poker with four scurvy landleggers.  I realize that scurvy is actually 71.8 times more likely to affect somebody in the navy than a "landlegger", but seeing as I also invented the term "landlegger", I feel it is ok to let it slide.  So this poker game went into some pretty hefty stakes.  The USS &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chesapeake&lt;/span&gt; ended up on the table&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SiPkUojPVmI/AAAAAAAAABQ/BzX8IdKmo9w/s1600-h/Full+House.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 105px; height: 146px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SiPkUojPVmI/AAAAAAAAABQ/BzX8IdKmo9w/s200/Full+House.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342364626125280866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; even though James Lawrence didn't technically have the pink slip for it.  He was bluffing.  The scurvy landleggers called him on it, and he shot himself fatally in shame.  He then called out to his first mate not to give up the ship.  He didn't really have to worry too much, because his first mate had a full house, queens over jacks.  Oh well.  James lived through the ordeal because he was rushed to a doctor almost immediately after the game.  Unfortunately, he was hanged three days later for violating the navy's Terms of Service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case I'm risking any sort of violation myself, I'm going to start adding the links to the websites from which I steal all these pictures.  By "steal" I mean "respectfully use after having obtained their permission"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.korpisworld.com/Quotes/davebarry.jpg"&gt;Yesterday's Dave Barry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.robertbenchley.org/2008_competition/bob_newhart_to_judge_files%5Cbarryanddigbycucapcorcutsht.jpg"&gt;Today's Dave Barry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.virginmedia.com/images/full-house.jpg"&gt;Poker full house&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/8/83/USSChesapeake.jpg"&gt;USS &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chesapeake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.korpisworld.com/Quotes/davebarry.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3039307712294690271-8006573558749024184?l=just-another-dave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/feeds/8006573558749024184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/2009/06/google-adsense.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039307712294690271/posts/default/8006573558749024184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039307712294690271/posts/default/8006573558749024184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/2009/06/google-adsense.html' title='Google AdSense'/><author><name>Dave Blackmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589699099406122903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SiNaflNdnCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ieEJEUWSJYY/S220/P4170190.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SiPjywKVW_I/AAAAAAAAAA4/QomVEQEEsZ8/s72-c/Dave+Barry2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3039307712294690271.post-4386683852066849539</id><published>2009-05-31T22:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T23:17:31.702-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dawn of a New Day</title><content type='html'>So I decided a while ago that my dream job would be taking over where Dave Barry leaves off, whenever he retires.  It's a gap that will need to be filled, and I understand that his shoes are much larger than mine right now.  Nonetheless, herein is my goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog will be updated at least weekly, but I'll ultimately shoot for daily.  Just a short little nugget of awesomeness to brighten your day.  This will not be your conventional blog where I tell you what section of the house I'm sitting in and why that is neat.  This will be a comedic expression of amazing...yeah, you know what I mean.  I didn't really want to come up with a good grammatical ending to that sentence anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SiNkEs42lnI/AAAAAAAAAAw/cwa6kkEQnEY/s1600-h/davebarry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 167px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SiNkEs42lnI/AAAAAAAAAAw/cwa6kkEQnEY/s320/davebarry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342223614923413106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm hoping to get quite a following.  I'll be spreading the word and I'd love for you to do the same.  I officially offer $50 to the person who can get me a lunch interview with Dave Barry (see picture on right).  I just want to chat with him about his retirement plans.  I would assume that if he accepts to meet me for lunch (on my dime of course), he will have already perused this site and be familiar with my work.  If he likes it, we could discuss my apprenticeship and I would thereafter begin to walk the great path of wonderful...yup, there's another sentence I won't bother finishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My original thought for this website was to name it "Today In History" and each daily posting would point out actual events that happened on that particular day.  Of course, it would be funny because I would make fun of things.  Unfortunately, it looks like that site has already been &lt;a href="http://today-in-history.blogspot.com/"&gt;claimed&lt;/a&gt;.  If you go to that link, you'll see that one "Piggy" has taken it upon herself to create an entire blog in which she copies down each day's historical events from Wikipedia and posts them.  No comments.  No funnies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it doesn't look like she's posted anything there since November 11, 2006.  And get out your Vietnamese-English dictionary, because Piggy posts first in her native tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I considered trying to buy her out, but I wasn't sure if she had some sort of bizarre cult following that would be angry if I replaced her.  So if she ever decides to post again, at least I'm not stepping on anybody's toes (or hooves).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One final note: I have decided to throw in some Google advertisements.  They're supposed to be smart and only relate to whatever I write about.  So as long as I don't write about ______ or _____, they should all be clean.  I'm sorry if they bother you but they might earn me a total of 3 or 4 cents over the next 12 years.  A penny earned is a penny...well...earned.  Out of pure curiosity, as a little test, I'm going to write several bizarre and unrelated words in a moment, just to see if the Google ads come up with anything that's related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Republic of Prekmurje&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ungulate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monotreme echidnas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oatmeal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camshaft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free-swimming dolphin schools&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to anybody who can correctly use all of those in a sentence.  More kudos to anybody who can correctly use all of those in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the same&lt;/span&gt; sentence.  Actually, I rescind those further kudos.  If you can correctly use all of those in the same sentence, you should find a better use of your time.  Trust me, I'm an authority in the area of "should find a better use of my time".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3039307712294690271-4386683852066849539?l=just-another-dave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/feeds/4386683852066849539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/2009/05/dawn-of-new-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039307712294690271/posts/default/4386683852066849539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3039307712294690271/posts/default/4386683852066849539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-another-dave.blogspot.com/2009/05/dawn-of-new-day.html' title='The Dawn of a New Day'/><author><name>Dave Blackmer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08589699099406122903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SiNaflNdnCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ieEJEUWSJYY/S220/P4170190.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3q-5X-ddJqk/SiNkEs42lnI/AAAAAAAAAAw/cwa6kkEQnEY/s72-c/davebarry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
