<?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-19439495</id><updated>2011-07-07T21:38:42.678-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Notes in Hilley's Class</title><subtitle type='html'>Much like the notes passed between myself and my best friend in "Hilley's Class" (back in the day), this is a place to share ruminations about my life with family and friends.  If you do not fall in the category of family and friends (and in some cases, even if you do), then you probably will not find anything of interest here.  You are excused. &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/millyfrog"&gt;&lt;img src="http://twitter-badges.s3.amazonaws.com/t_small-b.png" alt="Follow millyfrog on Twitter"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ewblumen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570141310994190359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/205118816_7b69fef396_o.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>105</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439495.post-5184468375270878670</id><published>2009-07-16T14:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T15:04:22.444-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Complex</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;there is something wrong with this sentence from a &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2009/WORLD/asiapcf/07/15/new.zealand.earthquake/index.html"&gt;cnn article&lt;/a&gt; i read yesterday ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"the 7.8-magnitude quake generated a small, 6-inch tsunami in jackson Bay" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;... i mean, inch and tsunami probably shouldn't be in the same sentence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-5184468375270878670?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/5184468375270878670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19439495&amp;postID=5184468375270878670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/5184468375270878670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/5184468375270878670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/2009/07/complex.html' title='Complex'/><author><name>ewblumen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570141310994190359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/205118816_7b69fef396_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439495.post-810317526341253468</id><published>2009-01-19T12:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T12:23:46.005-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kittens</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;no, i will not stop eating fish just because peta decided to start calling them &lt;a href="http://www.peta.org/sea_kittens/"&gt;sea kittens&lt;/a&gt;. you see, i don't actually eat fish because of the name. its more that they are tasty. kittens? not so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://scitech.blogs.cnn.com/2009/01/16/would-you-eat-a-sea-kitten/"&gt;http://scitech.blogs.cnn.com/2009/01/16/would-you-eat-a-sea-kitten/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-810317526341253468?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/810317526341253468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19439495&amp;postID=810317526341253468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/810317526341253468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/810317526341253468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/2009/01/kittens.html' title='Kittens'/><author><name>ewblumen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570141310994190359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/205118816_7b69fef396_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439495.post-6392917699697832739</id><published>2008-12-04T11:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T11:21:10.848-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Solemn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i’ll seek you out, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;flay you alive &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;one more word and you won’t survive&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- eyes on fire, blue foundation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-6392917699697832739?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/6392917699697832739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19439495&amp;postID=6392917699697832739&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/6392917699697832739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/6392917699697832739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/2008/12/solemn.html' title='Solemn'/><author><name>ewblumen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570141310994190359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/205118816_7b69fef396_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439495.post-6534379126514134634</id><published>2008-11-06T08:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T08:57:07.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Par for the Course</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lost in this world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i even get lost in this song&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and when the lights go down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that is where i'll be found&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- lost, anouk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-6534379126514134634?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/6534379126514134634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19439495&amp;postID=6534379126514134634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/6534379126514134634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/6534379126514134634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/2008/11/par-for-course.html' title='Par for the Course'/><author><name>ewblumen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570141310994190359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/205118816_7b69fef396_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439495.post-7136763741909642153</id><published>2008-07-09T10:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T10:37:53.411-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, Anne</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.slate.com/id/2195010"&gt;slate&lt;/a&gt; informed me today that the &lt;a href="http://www.literature.org/authors/montgomery-lucy-maud/anne-of-green-gables/index.html"&gt;book&lt;/a&gt;, off of which one of my favorite movies is based, anne of green gables, turned 100 in june.  so, as a tribute to bringing imaginations to many for the past century, the following is a list of endearing quotes from the movie.  well, at least, i find them endearing.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there MUST be a limit to the mistakes one person can make, and when i get to the end of them, then i'll be through with them. that's a very comforting thought. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there she weaves by night and day, a magic web of colors gay. she has heard a whisper say a curse is on her if she stay to down towards camelot. she knows not what the curse may be and so she weavith steadily, the lady of shallot.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes. that's a sentence i read once and i say it over to comfort myself in these times that try the soul. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ruby gillis says when she grows up she wants to have a line of beaus on a string and make them crazy for her, but i'd rather have one in his right mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-7136763741909642153?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/7136763741909642153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19439495&amp;postID=7136763741909642153&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/7136763741909642153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/7136763741909642153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/2008/07/oh-anne.html' title='Oh, Anne'/><author><name>ewblumen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570141310994190359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/205118816_7b69fef396_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439495.post-6955720364912428064</id><published>2008-07-02T08:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T08:31:08.391-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Annoucement</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; updates! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; what? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; udpates! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; on what? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; updates! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; i hate you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; you love me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-6955720364912428064?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/6955720364912428064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19439495&amp;postID=6955720364912428064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/6955720364912428064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/6955720364912428064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/2008/07/annoucement.html' title='Annoucement'/><author><name>ewblumen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570141310994190359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/205118816_7b69fef396_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439495.post-2450421768545664648</id><published>2008-06-30T15:35:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T15:42:01.179-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Introductions, Please</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; 100 calorie packs don't work so well if you eat ten&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; that may defeat the purpose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; i was trying to think of that phrase ... and couldn't so i went with "don't work so good" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;your's was better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; apparently the three of us share a brain... we "dont work so good" on our own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;other:&lt;/strong&gt; nope, not at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think it is time for recess &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;did i spell that right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; probably not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;other:&lt;/strong&gt; it would shock me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i mean wouldnt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; it loses so much umph when you misspell stuff, doesn't it? unless you're talking about caldrons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; im going to make oatmeal &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dont talk about me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 minutes later&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; tim russert dies &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*died &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; he dies over and over again &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;other:&lt;/strong&gt; he dies and emily will be fired as of Monday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; there is lots of murder tape involved &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;other:&lt;/strong&gt; what? what are you looking at? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; cnn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;other:&lt;/strong&gt; i just scrolled down my page... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; i was kidding about the murder tape&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;other:&lt;/strong&gt; what murder tape? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh geez &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i need to go home...this week has turned me STUPID &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; GET IT TOGETHER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;other:&lt;/strong&gt; I cant...I just cant!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; i think she's referring to the meeting where the bear died someone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;get with it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; thank you emily &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;other:&lt;/strong&gt; what meeting where the bear died? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; was she there? cause it was hilarious &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; yea she was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;other:&lt;/strong&gt; i was? when? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; it was the first and only meeting we have had &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;other:&lt;/strong&gt; and a bear died?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; i cant even talk to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; yes, in our meeting &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;emily brought it with her &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and it died&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; wow &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that was intense&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;other:&lt;/strong&gt; yes, yes it was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; are we all clear now, folks?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; we better be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;other:&lt;/strong&gt; yes...we are clear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; i'm off to a very important meeting &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;talk about me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; what meeting? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why are you leaving us?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;traitor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-2450421768545664648?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/2450421768545664648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19439495&amp;postID=2450421768545664648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/2450421768545664648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/2450421768545664648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/2008/06/introductions-please.html' title='Introductions, Please'/><author><name>ewblumen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570141310994190359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/205118816_7b69fef396_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439495.post-5834948273409647040</id><published>2008-06-30T15:21:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T15:52:08.741-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And Then There Were 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; great lord of the rings reference in emily's email btw &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;other:&lt;/strong&gt; your answers were much better than mine!!! i am jealous!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you both need to hug JIGGLES...she needs love and money &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; who is jiggles?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; i have already told you how i feel about that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;other:&lt;/strong&gt; and i am telling you that you need to amuse me and hug her &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it will make you feel good &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; who the hell is jiggles?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; jiggles is her online "pet" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; oh dear lord&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;other:&lt;/strong&gt; my pet on myspace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; much like your dragon &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; i don't hug my dragon &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i send him into battle &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DIFFERENT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;other:&lt;/strong&gt; jiggles is not the battle type &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; i don't like that name, either&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;other:&lt;/strong&gt; she likes to be hugged so that she can make money and buy things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; ralston is WAY cooler&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; its just weird. the whole thing. weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;other:&lt;/strong&gt; dont be jealous &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; we'll try not to be &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;other:&lt;/strong&gt; i know it will be hard for both of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; wait.. what lord of the rings reference? (ten years later) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; the potato definition is a quote from lord of the rings &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hate myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; nerd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;other:&lt;/strong&gt; how do you know that? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; because i am me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; you notice that neither of us got the reference &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just saying...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; i know ... as i was typing it, i remembered that i wasn't actually writing it to people that would appreciate my nugget of trivia &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; nugget! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;other:&lt;/strong&gt; where do you come across all of these nuggets?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; she watches lord of the rings weekly &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THATS how &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;other:&lt;/strong&gt; that is NUTS &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; seriously? do you not know who i am? how else would i be able to recite the movie from heart?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 minutes later&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;other:&lt;/strong&gt; i think i am having another heart attack!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; deep breaths! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;other:&lt;/strong&gt; it hurts to breath....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; arms up! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;other:&lt;/strong&gt; this is crazy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; i don't think you'd be chatting if you were having a heart attack &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so there's reassurance in that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;other:&lt;/strong&gt; so i dont choke? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; to open up your lungs &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; always looking for the silver lining &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thats emily&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: &lt;/strong&gt;i'm so empathic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;other:&lt;/strong&gt; nice....i dont think i am going to hold my arms up while they are having their meeting with the door open...they may find it to be a bit strange &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; they already find you a bit strange, darlin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; no harm no foul &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;other:&lt;/strong&gt; thanks, dear &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; i dont think ive ever used that phrase before &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;way to go me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;other:&lt;/strong&gt; look at you...using good words and new phrases&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; im practically going nuts with them &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;other:&lt;/strong&gt; that you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think we need to have a word of the day from now on...yesterday was goiter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; i'm going nuts with the awesome words &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hate words of the day &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they take away from my awesome word usage &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;other:&lt;/strong&gt; today is haphazardly &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; because then EVERYONE has an awesome word &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; share the wealth emily &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;other:&lt;/strong&gt; that is correct &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; NO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; dont be so selfish with awesome words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;other:&lt;/strong&gt; didnt your mom teach you to share as a child? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; i was a very good sharer as a child ... therefore i feel entitled in my adulthood NOT to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; that seems reasonable. meanwhile i think i was a jerk as a child. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;does that mean i have to be nice to people now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-5834948273409647040?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/5834948273409647040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19439495&amp;postID=5834948273409647040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/5834948273409647040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/5834948273409647040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/2008/06/and-then-there-were-3.html' title='And Then There Were 3'/><author><name>ewblumen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570141310994190359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/205118816_7b69fef396_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439495.post-4204455192091508646</id><published>2008-06-26T14:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T14:07:05.061-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rules</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; im stabbing you with my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; too bad i'm not looking at you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; you dont have to be looking at someone for them to stab you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what dont you get about stabbing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; when it's with EYES you do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; no no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; follow the rules&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; i was stabbing the side of your head &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its fine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; well, i'm not dead ... so apparently you suck at it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; its SYMBOLIC stabbing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; well, symbolically i'm not dead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; no, youre not literally dead &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but you are dead to me.. symbolically&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; glad i know where i stand &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; who knew death had so many rules? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; my head is spinning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; thats a side effect of the stabbing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it will pass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; just like my death?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; much like your death!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; not funny when you just repeat what i already said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; i didnt repeat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i agreed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; perhaps you should come up with our url&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;instead of killing me with your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; homicide time is over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; how 'bout &lt;a href="http://www.emilyisstupid.com/"&gt;http://www.emilyisstupid.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-4204455192091508646?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/4204455192091508646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19439495&amp;postID=4204455192091508646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/4204455192091508646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/4204455192091508646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/2008/06/rules.html' title='Rules'/><author><name>ewblumen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570141310994190359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/205118816_7b69fef396_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439495.post-2701169012077829616</id><published>2008-06-26T13:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T14:00:00.954-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugar Shock</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;ever reached a point where you had so much caffeine and sugar that you were afraid you might vomit?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.  i'm there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-2701169012077829616?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/2701169012077829616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19439495&amp;postID=2701169012077829616&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/2701169012077829616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/2701169012077829616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/2008/06/sugar-shock.html' title='Sugar Shock'/><author><name>ewblumen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570141310994190359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/205118816_7b69fef396_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439495.post-3682271527379124088</id><published>2008-06-23T21:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T21:28:56.601-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Haters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;a vole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="A Vole by Grumpy Kat, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34698299@N00/2606262078/"&gt;&lt;img height="200" alt="A Vole" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3178/2606262078_5e98067c07_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what? what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-3682271527379124088?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/3682271527379124088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19439495&amp;postID=3682271527379124088&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/3682271527379124088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/3682271527379124088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/2008/06/haters.html' title='Haters'/><author><name>ewblumen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570141310994190359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/205118816_7b69fef396_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3178/2606262078_5e98067c07_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439495.post-4698823234185627775</id><published>2008-04-01T11:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T12:01:55.029-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Charming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; you got any chocolate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; ive got popcorn, clementines, and a peanut putter granola bar. so no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; way to answer my question&lt;br /&gt;i'll take a clementine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; come on over then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; i just got a seed&lt;br /&gt;bad clementine ... BAAAAD clementine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; cry about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; if i had choked on it ... i'd be too dead to cry&lt;br /&gt;THAT was my point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; is there a level of dead where you WOULD be able to cry about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; probably not&lt;br /&gt;but that's NOT my point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; i just wanted to make sure i understood how dead you would have been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; you understood smar a$$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; this is my charm. embrace it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; i'll let chamm do that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; i just gave you a look&lt;br /&gt;because youre absurd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: &lt;/strong&gt;it was funny though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; moderately funny&lt;br /&gt;im not sure i can explain how much i missed chatting this morning&lt;br /&gt;it was so lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; it was horrible&lt;br /&gt;i looked over at your cube wistfully a few times ... ready to make some remark only to be staring at a blank space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; im not sure ive ever been so devastated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; thank god you're back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; i dont know how much longer i could have made it&lt;br /&gt;i would have just sat in kens office calling out for you&lt;br /&gt;im laughing just thinking about that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; you forgot to mention that you'd be sobbing all the while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; i thought that was obvious &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-4698823234185627775?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/4698823234185627775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19439495&amp;postID=4698823234185627775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/4698823234185627775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/4698823234185627775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/2008/04/charming.html' title='Charming'/><author><name>ewblumen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570141310994190359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/205118816_7b69fef396_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439495.post-3339315337959756131</id><published>2008-02-29T15:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T15:39:43.459-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz</title><content type='html'>so .. some of my friends and i still take those "get to know you" quizzes that we took back in high school/college. granted, it's a little dorky ... but they sure help the day pass and gives us an opportunity to be funny. and we're ALWAYS looking for ways to be funny. and not only do we still take them ... but we go back and read them months later. and that brings us to our blog entry today. i found some. enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;me&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Have you ever gotten the butterflies? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yeah, it was awful in high school when i was dork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;2. Do you sleep with socks or shoes on? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i don't sleep with either on ... i got the flu once, in the middle of the night, and got vomit on my socks. i haven't worn them to bed since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;3. Do you consider yourself attractive? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sometimes i think i look good and then i look in the mirror and ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;4. Your team loses-are you watching the next game? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i don't know what that means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;5. Have you ever attended a school dance?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sure thing. that's where i got most of my butterflies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;6. What's your favorite thing to do while watching a movie? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eat popcorn made by my roommate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;7. An ideal 24 hours would consist of?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sleeping for half of them ... eating for the rest.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Are you very random?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what sort of question is this? am i random human being?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What is something you say a lot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ridiculous ... because I'M ridiculous&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What would you do if you found a dinosaur egg?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sit on it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. 50 Cent shows up at your door, what do you do ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;offer him 50 cents.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. If you were being chased by an alligator, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lay down and die.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Can you imagine yourself living in a cardboard box?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i've always had a plan worked out if i had to.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Who is the first person you thought of this morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm not really sure i thought about anyone. i'm pretty self-absorbed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Who was your first grade teacher?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mrs. mears … and i'm pretty sure i cornered her son during class and made him kiss me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Where did you go on your first ride on an airplane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;italy … with my senior italian class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;17. Who was your first best friend and are you still friends with them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her last name was ahearn … but i can't remember her first name for the life of me. so, no, we're not still friends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Where was your first sleep over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm pretty sure it was at what's-her-face's house. or my friend deb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;19. Who was the first person you talked to this morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chris … unless you consider yelling at other drivers "talking to a person".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;20. Who was the first person to break your heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;boyfriend, sophomore year of college. before then … i was the heart breaker. heh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Who is in the room with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my bobble head pen that i chat with on occasion.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Where do you sleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in the closet. is this a serious question?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What is the last thing you said aloud?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm creating a simpsons avatar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you like sushi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;raw fish is my favorite food group. but i'm pretty sure i have worms.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you have a tan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i have freckles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you drink your soda from a straw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if it's a fountain soda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;27. What does your first memory of your sister involve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if i had a sister it would probably be of me scratching her or something. cause that's how i think sisters interact.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Would you consider yourself a flirt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;other people would describe me as a flirt. i think i'm just being funny&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;29. You come home after a night of drinking, what do you hope is there to eat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;french fries, chips, pretzels, or anything really. cat food would work.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. do u wish u were thinner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not thinner persay, just more in shape. and, yes, thinner.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Last book you bought?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the mists of avalon. go unicorns!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;32. A best friend should always ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... tell you when you have something in your teeth.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Ever dropped a cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dropped mine a couple of times ... but the worst was when i was holding a cell phone for someone i'd just met and was getting beer from a keg at the same time. well, the phone started ringing as i was pouring the beer and i got so flustered that i dropped the phone in the beer. it stopped ringing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Who is the best kisser?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;other than me? chris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;35. What foods do you dislike the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm not really sure i dislike any sorts of food. i eat a lot that most people might find gross (like liver, sushi, etc.). i probably don't like tongue, so i'll go with that.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. What is the name of your first pet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;black snow (yeah, kind of gross, but he was black and white)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. What are your super powers? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i can see through walls. also known as windows.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. What's your most annoying habit? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;being annoying.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Do you talk to yourself? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i just talked to myself on the way to bathroom ... and made myself laugh. so, yeah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Are you an emotional person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;everyone has emotions ... hence everyone is emotional. i hate that adjective.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Whats the most annoying thing someone has said to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"you look like a swimmer" ... oh, so i look like an orangutan? great, thanks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;u&gt;her&lt;/u&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. What was the last thing you did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;made a snarky comment to emily&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Who was the last person you ate with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i ate alone. in a corner. listening to sad music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;3. Four words to explain why you last cried...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i am a baby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Did you cry today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not yet, but we have 3 hours to go.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Name someone who made you smile today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kelly clarkson.. she always makes me smile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Does your screen name have an "x" in it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;since i'm not a perv, or a little girl trying to seem sexy, no.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Have you ever killed an animal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i once thought i ran over an entire family of racoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;8. Who is jealous of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i think a better question is, who isnt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;9. Do you like the smell of new shoes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nope. but i bet the other one does. weird.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Which Superhero do you wanna be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'll go with robin (aka boywonder) I think being the sidekick would take off some of the pressure of saving the world&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Who made you laugh today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO ONE. i hate you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;12. When is the last time you updated your blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blog shmog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What was the last thing you gave away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a carrot to keri. i am so generous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;14. Would you rather be mad or sad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mad - its so much more fun for everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;15. What is your favorite cheese?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thats a ridiculous question. you can't pick just one!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What do most people call you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;amazing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. The first thing you notice about the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eyebrows.. plural. there must be 2 separate brows&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What are your favorite sayings?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yoink, COME ON, more ___ than you can shake a stick at&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you think kangaroos are cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i think they are cute until they punch people. then they are hilarious.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. There's this girl I know that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;constantly thinks she has cancer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. You know I like you when:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i tell you i hate you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;22. If you spent the night at my house:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my cat might bite you. And you would probably deserve it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. The animals I would like to see flying besides birds are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;koala bears.. but in my head they are evil and they would attack you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;24. Once, at a bar: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this girl almost vomited on me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-3339315337959756131?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/3339315337959756131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19439495&amp;postID=3339315337959756131&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/3339315337959756131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/3339315337959756131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/2008/02/quiz.html' title='Quiz'/><author><name>ewblumen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570141310994190359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/205118816_7b69fef396_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439495.post-646158212238212051</id><published>2008-02-22T13:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T13:35:26.978-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy</title><content type='html'>i'm on the tired side of the moon today ... but the following song is keeping a smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i could be wholesome&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i could be loathsome&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i guess i'm a little bit shy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;why don't you like me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;why don't you like me .. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.. without making me try?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-grace kelly, mika&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-646158212238212051?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/646158212238212051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19439495&amp;postID=646158212238212051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/646158212238212051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/646158212238212051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/2008/02/sleepy.html' title='Sleepy'/><author><name>ewblumen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570141310994190359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/205118816_7b69fef396_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439495.post-2112364911423034785</id><published>2008-02-22T12:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T12:20:44.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cadbury Egg</title><content type='html'>her: what? you just bite into it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: yeah, what do you do? gnaw on it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------- a short time later -----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her: what did you do last night? me? oh, i bought some baby presents, sat in emily's car, and molested an egg for awhile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-2112364911423034785?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/2112364911423034785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19439495&amp;postID=2112364911423034785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/2112364911423034785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/2112364911423034785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/2008/02/cadbury-egg.html' title='The Cadbury Egg'/><author><name>ewblumen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570141310994190359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/205118816_7b69fef396_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439495.post-1852790540250184933</id><published>2008-02-19T12:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T12:26:10.448-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;he must have tired of all the stealthy mashed potato attacks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2008/WORLD/americas/02/19/castro/index.html"&gt;http://www.cnn.com/2008/WORLD/americas/02/19/castro/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-1852790540250184933?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/1852790540250184933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19439495&amp;postID=1852790540250184933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/1852790540250184933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/1852790540250184933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/2008/02/he-must-have-tired-of-all-stealthy.html' title=''/><author><name>ewblumen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570141310994190359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/205118816_7b69fef396_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439495.post-1812763544464032702</id><published>2008-02-18T12:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T12:36:10.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;i think more guys should be willing to take their girls to see movies such as the one below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="VM__SX100_SY140_ by Grumpy Kat, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34698299@N00/2274875986/"&gt;&lt;img height="140" alt="VM__SX100_SY140_" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2027/2274875986_9d3bb52dc5_o.jpg" width="95" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;they may be surprised at just how appreciative their girlfriends can be. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the last song? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i'm just saying.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-1812763544464032702?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/1812763544464032702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19439495&amp;postID=1812763544464032702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/1812763544464032702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/1812763544464032702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/2008/02/movies.html' title='Movies'/><author><name>ewblumen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570141310994190359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/205118816_7b69fef396_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439495.post-5552538343358330968</id><published>2008-02-15T14:49:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T14:59:47.911-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Storyboard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; this is as crafty as the cia could get? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Among the more famous misdeeds included a plot against Castro. In August 1960, the CIA recruited ex-FBI agent Robert Maheu to approach mobster Johnny Roselli and pass himself off as the representative of international corporations who wanted Castro killed. Roselli introduced Maheu to "Sam Gold" and "Joe," who were actually 10-most wanted mobsters Momo Giancana, Al Capone's successor in Chicago, Illinois, and Santos Trafficant. The CIA gave them six poison pills, and they tried unsuccessfully for several months to have several people put them in the Cuban leader's food."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; slipping castro poison pills? clever. it sounds more like the plot of a bad movie than a cia operation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; and by unsuccessful, do they mean that they couldn't get anyone to do it? or were they unsuccessful in the actual act of putting the pills in the food? were pills just barely missing plates of food, landing on the floor?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; i envisioned more like pills being fork-catapulted into a pile of mashed potatoes on his plate, and he would be about to take a bite and then someone from another room would call his name and he would abandon his potatoes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; i think that's a likely story … &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; i thought so. and i picture the movie as a comedy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; starring the wilson brothers as those failing in their attempts to get the pills in the potatoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; which means that will ferrell would be playing castro, and there would be cameos by ben stiller and vince vaughn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; i do believe we have just written the best movie of ALL TIME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; i'm laughing just thinking about it. we would definitely make millions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; we've got to have a love interest though … i'm thinking kate hudson. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; she's already done an owen wilson movie.. and didn't they break up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; it's called acting. and she's funny enough to fit in with that group.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; i don't know.. i liked christina applegate with them in anchorman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; omg. you're seriously going to ruin this movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; no way! will ferrell as castro is a brilliant casting move on my part. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; well, i want kate hudson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; i'm not convinced. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; nor will you ever be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; when our movie bombs because of her, i'm blaming you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; whatever. she'll be a cia operative that falls for castro … and is the one that foils all the attempts (by oil-ing up the forks) by the wilson brothers to get pills in the potatoes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; but i like the character development. i'm willing to compromise. we will have to find a third option for the girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; there are very few actresses that i like, though. how 'bout demi moore? or drew barrymore? or any of the charlie's angels for that matter?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; i veto cameron diaz's gigantic mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-5552538343358330968?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/5552538343358330968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19439495&amp;postID=5552538343358330968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/5552538343358330968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/5552538343358330968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/2008/02/me-this-is-as-crafty-as-cia-could-get.html' title='Storyboard'/><author><name>ewblumen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570141310994190359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/205118816_7b69fef396_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439495.post-3567584930558426677</id><published>2008-02-11T16:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T16:02:28.399-05:00</updated><title type='text'>There</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;in these deep city lights &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;girl could get lost tonight &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i’m finding every reason to be gone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and there's nothing here to hold on to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;could i hold onto you? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- city, sarah bareilles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-3567584930558426677?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/205118816_7b69fef396_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439495.post-5727328995305370206</id><published>2008-02-07T14:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T14:04:58.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-5727328995305370206?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/5727328995305370206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19439495&amp;postID=5727328995305370206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/5727328995305370206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/5727328995305370206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/2008/02/yar.html' title=''/><author><name>ewblumen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570141310994190359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/205118816_7b69fef396_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439495.post-1037775955287386239</id><published>2008-02-05T15:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T15:50:49.201-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday</title><content type='html'>alright, so political television shows (ie meet the press) rarely interest me. i was not a member of young republicans/democrats. i don't really like discussing/arguing political agendas. and even while writing this blog entry, i mentioned to a friend that i was trying to do so without sounding like a moron (which i'm probably failing at), but ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...  honestly, super tuesday's got me all in a tizzy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-1037775955287386239?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/1037775955287386239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19439495&amp;postID=1037775955287386239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/1037775955287386239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/1037775955287386239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/2008/02/tuesday.html' title='Tuesday'/><author><name>ewblumen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570141310994190359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/205118816_7b69fef396_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439495.post-7914332359316689370</id><published>2008-02-01T14:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T14:39:29.348-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saps</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;so, you know those songs that you LOVE, but would be embarrassed to tell anyone but your closest friends? but even then only after gauging their reaction to a well-placed "you know, some people like this song" or innocently singing some of the lyrics and seeing if she/he will join in? well, we've decided that we're not going to sit alone in our bedrooms eating ice cream/popcorn/peanut butter (peanut butter?) anymore.   that's right, we're sappy song listeners and we're saying it out loud for all (5) of you to hear. and if we're going to do this ... we're going to do it right.  as such, we've compiled the following list of the worst offenders in the sappy song category.  if you find yourself swaying or singing aloud to any of these songs, you might want to consider joining our group.  we're the ones with our eyes closed belting out the words to power of love.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;welcome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kiss the rain&lt;/em&gt; - billie myers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hero&lt;/em&gt; - enrique iglesias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;insensitive&lt;/em&gt; - jan arden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wanna be with you&lt;/em&gt; - mandy moore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wanna love you forever&lt;/em&gt; - jessica simpson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;la song&lt;/em&gt; - beth hart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it only hurts when i'm breathing&lt;/em&gt; - shania twain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;big girls don't cry&lt;/em&gt; - fergie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;all i wanna do is make love to you&lt;/em&gt; - heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;rush rush&lt;/em&gt; - paula abdul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;stay&lt;/em&gt; - lisa loeb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i will come to you&lt;/em&gt; - hanson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i would do anything for love, but i won't do that&lt;/em&gt; - meatloaf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;every time&lt;/em&gt; - britney spears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;show me the meaning of being lonely&lt;/em&gt; - backstreet boys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;how do you talk to an angel&lt;/em&gt; - jamie walters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 become 1&lt;/em&gt; - spice girls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;love of a lifetime -&lt;/em&gt; firehouse &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;faithfully&lt;/em&gt; - journey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hold on to the night&lt;/em&gt; - richard marx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's all coming back to me now&lt;/em&gt; - celine dion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we belong&lt;/em&gt; - pat benetar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no one is to blame&lt;/em&gt; - howard jones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you are not alone&lt;/em&gt; - michael jackson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;goodbye to you&lt;/em&gt; - michelle branch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;truly, madly, deeply&lt;/em&gt; - savage garden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm with you&lt;/em&gt; - avril lavigne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-7914332359316689370?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/7914332359316689370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19439495&amp;postID=7914332359316689370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/7914332359316689370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/7914332359316689370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/2008/02/saps.html' title='Saps'/><author><name>ewblumen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570141310994190359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/205118816_7b69fef396_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439495.post-2864365645270991964</id><published>2008-01-30T11:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T11:02:19.259-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Smart One</title><content type='html'>yesterday, at work, i was convinced that i should buy chips and cheese sauce from california tortilla rather than eat the tasty frozen meal i'd brought with me.  instead of eating it, i tossed it in the freezer with 20 other frozen meals.  i forgot about it  when i left for the day.  you might ask yourself, "why doesn't she eat it today?".  unfortunately, i work in that office only 1 day a week.  and will probably never see that frozen meal again.  it's all very disappointing.  and a horrible story. i'm sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-2864365645270991964?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/2864365645270991964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19439495&amp;postID=2864365645270991964&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/2864365645270991964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/2864365645270991964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/2008/01/smart-one.html' title='Smart One'/><author><name>ewblumen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570141310994190359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/205118816_7b69fef396_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439495.post-4787870699934809774</id><published>2008-01-29T11:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T11:25:19.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixes</title><content type='html'>on sunday, driving back from west virginia, i found an old mix cd from the college days. these are little treasures for me, especially when i just happen upon them.  however, this time it's not the songs themselves that prompted me write this entry.  no, no ... it's the title.  it would seem that the persons assisting me with making the cds didn't have much respect for my song selections.  you see, when i was just a poor college student, i worked in an office with a bunch of geeks.  that's right ... the information systems unit.  sounds like we should have had a badge or something, doesn't it?  well, we didn't.  our badges were our warcraft/diablo screennames.  are you picturing this, yet?  good.  so, since i was poor, i didn't have my own burner and would use the office equipment.  unfortunately, i never had the pleasure of using the computer with the burner, so i'd ask whichever knight, warlock, or druid was using it at the time for assistance.  i'd leave for class and when i returned, inevitably they would have relieved me of the task of naming the cd.  and THAT is how i came to own the following mix cds:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;em's junk cd&lt;br /&gt;em's crappy cd 1&lt;br /&gt;em's crappy cd 2&lt;br /&gt;cuccumber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not only witty, but descriptive.  thanks, fellas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-4787870699934809774?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/4787870699934809774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19439495&amp;postID=4787870699934809774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/4787870699934809774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/4787870699934809774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/2008/01/mixes.html' title='Mixes'/><author><name>ewblumen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570141310994190359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/205118816_7b69fef396_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439495.post-8853428959536222129</id><published>2008-01-22T13:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T13:54:53.361-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Man vs. Nature</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; make out with any bears last night?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; no.. pretty much stayed in my room and watched tv. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i needed a break from nature&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; yeah, nature can be a pain sometimes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i had a mosquito in my office yesterday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; i nearly had a breakdown &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; did it bite you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; wow. that must have been terrifying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; it pretty much was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; i can imagine... the fear of almost being bitten by a mosquito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; it's close to the fear of being mauled by a bear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; im going to disregard your bear mauling comment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-8853428959536222129?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/8853428959536222129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19439495&amp;postID=8853428959536222129&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/8853428959536222129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/8853428959536222129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/2008/01/man-vs-nature.html' title='Man vs. Nature'/><author><name>ewblumen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570141310994190359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/205118816_7b69fef396_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439495.post-132621855751682612</id><published>2008-01-09T10:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T10:56:51.897-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Off Topic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt;  i need to buy the anne of green gables movies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt;  i need to buy the anne of green gables movies     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm not really sure why you can't understand that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; it seems pretty straight forward     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im just confused&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:  &lt;/strong&gt;do you not like the anne movies?     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;please tell me you've seen them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; i have to admit.. i have not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt;  wait ... um ... i'm sorry     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you've never seen anne of green gables?     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you're a girl, right?     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;btw .. did you get a cookie?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; a cookie?    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; ive never seen the movies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt;  yeah ... over by chad's?     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay ... nevermind ... we're not having a sex in the city weekend     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we're having anne of green gables night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; noooooooooo     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we still have to have the sex in the city weekend     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what kind of cookies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt;  i don't know what kind of cookies     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;alright ... we will have sex in the city weekend ... punctuated with brief interludes of anne of green gables&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; well did you get a cookie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt;  no!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; why not?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt;  i hate you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; i heard you say that out loud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt;  you were meant to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; yea right!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt;  i said it out loud ... hence you were supposed to hear it     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm going to vomit from so many animal crackers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; im going to investigate the cookie situation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-132621855751682612?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/132621855751682612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19439495&amp;postID=132621855751682612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/132621855751682612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/132621855751682612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/2008/01/off-topic.html' title='Off Topic'/><author><name>ewblumen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570141310994190359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/205118816_7b69fef396_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439495.post-4361163888181931352</id><published>2008-01-09T10:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T10:51:14.699-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flight of the Phoenix</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; would you consider university of phoenix a legit school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; dang it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i didnt think so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; it's how allison got her masters &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i think it was a fake masters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; but you dont trust it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thats my concern&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; yah ... i'm pretty sure it's not held in high regard that you got your masters at the university of phoenix&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; didnt think so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; not in arizona mind you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;online ... and about magical birds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; it would be a magical masters degree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; and instead of a rolled diploma ... you get a wand &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wait ... maybe i do want to go to this school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; ive always wanted a wand. this is like killing 2 birds with 1 stone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 MAGICAL birds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; oh the madness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-4361163888181931352?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/4361163888181931352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/205118816_7b69fef396_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439495.post-899554333573767091</id><published>2007-11-07T14:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T15:04:04.554-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;so, apparently, i'm an expressive dancer ... as is evident by the copious amounts of pictures taken at this year's halloween loop (thanks, jason!). as such, i have decided to develop the following "awesome dance moves" key.  if you ever find yourself out dancing with me, this could save your life. seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the "this isn't even attractive" pout&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34698299@N00/1907210022/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="Emily Pout" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2385/1907210022_c60053be28_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the "i'm too cool for you" smirk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34698299@N00/1907210008/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="Emily Dance" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2210/1907210008_d20228164b_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the "aren't i cute" smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34698299@N00/1907210036/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="Emily Toast" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2329/1907210036_f1fb2bd09b_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/205118816_7b69fef396_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2385/1907210022_c60053be28_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439495.post-3756017266876197253</id><published>2007-09-11T16:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T16:36:00.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;how can i stand here with you and not be moved by you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- everything, lifehouse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-3756017266876197253?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/205118816_7b69fef396_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439495.post-1692791819049473774</id><published>2007-08-28T15:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T15:52:32.027-04:00</updated><title type='text'>College</title><content type='html'>i finally "found" my old computer from college ... a friend of mine was hoarding it for his own purposes. and by "purposes" i mean "bookcase". we wouldn't want those books to get wet when the basement floods, would we? so, imagine my surprise when i found the hard drive intact. immediately, i fired her up ... and stepped back in time. among school papers, saved aim conversations (awful), and a few strange documents (one titled "i'm out" ... what?), i hit the jackpot. my music. oh, how i've missed my music. mind you, in the years since college, i've started up a new music collection ... but nothing can replace the gems i found while in college. here's a sample (with a couple of comments, of course):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when i see you smile&lt;/em&gt; - bad english&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;circle in the sand&lt;/em&gt; - belinda carlisle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;take my breath away&lt;/em&gt; - berlin (top gun, baby, top gun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kiss the rain&lt;/em&gt; - billie myers (the lyrics are ridiculous, but i can't help myself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hit 'em up style&lt;/em&gt; - blue cantrell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;amanda&lt;/em&gt; - boston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;leaving on a jet plane&lt;/em&gt; - chantal kreviazuk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;look away&lt;/em&gt; - chicagorun - collective soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;time after time&lt;/em&gt; - cyndi lauper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;he wasn't man enough&lt;/em&gt; - toni braxton ("i've already had your man")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sweet jane&lt;/em&gt; - cowboy junkies (natural born killers version)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kissing you&lt;/em&gt; - des'ree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;human&lt;/em&gt; - human league (i'm pretty sure my brother and i made fun of this song a lot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;walking on sunshine&lt;/em&gt; - katrina and the waves (listened to this one every day during exams, sophomore year)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;crush&lt;/em&gt; - jennifer paige ("it's just some little thing, not like everything i do depends on you")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pretty girl&lt;/em&gt; - jon b.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;scream&lt;/em&gt; - michael &amp;amp; janet jackson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hate me now&lt;/em&gt; - nas (for no other reason than for running purposes and when i was angry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;set adrift on memory&lt;/em&gt; - pm dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;6 underground&lt;/em&gt; - sneaker pimps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;purest of pain&lt;/em&gt; - son of four (spanglish version)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now tell me that's not pure gold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-1692791819049473774?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/1692791819049473774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19439495&amp;postID=1692791819049473774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/1692791819049473774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/1692791819049473774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/2007/08/college.html' title='College'/><author><name>ewblumen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570141310994190359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/205118816_7b69fef396_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439495.post-1577632022266378983</id><published>2007-07-30T08:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T08:55:04.982-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep</title><content type='html'>chocolate rain made me cross the street today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-1577632022266378983?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/1577632022266378983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19439495&amp;postID=1577632022266378983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/1577632022266378983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/1577632022266378983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/2007/07/deep.html' title='Deep'/><author><name>ewblumen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570141310994190359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/205118816_7b69fef396_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439495.post-8783309252598424235</id><published>2007-07-20T11:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T11:50:29.367-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so here i go with all my thoughts i've been saving&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so here i go with all my fears weighing on me&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;and i don't know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i could crash and burn but maybe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;at the end of this road i might catch a glimpse of me&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- sober, kelly clarkson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-8783309252598424235?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/8783309252598424235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19439495&amp;postID=8783309252598424235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/8783309252598424235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/8783309252598424235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/2007/07/hard_20.html' title='Hard'/><author><name>ewblumen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570141310994190359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/205118816_7b69fef396_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439495.post-4269469340535477964</id><published>2007-07-16T09:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T13:12:09.167-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Robots</title><content type='html'>so, i saw transformers last weekend ... and i must say, i was pleasantly surprised. i thought i might have been disappointed simply because i've been looking forward to seeing it since last year. but, it was everything i hoped it would be ... and bumblebee even made me tear up at one point. it says something when a robot can make you cry. i'm not sure what ... but it says something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, seeing the movie reminded me of a "book" i wrote in 1st grade for young author's. i put "book" in quotes because you see that paragraph below ... yup, that's it ... in it's entirety (no editing). i can't wait till it gets picked up for a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;super transformers&lt;br /&gt;once there was a girl transformers. her name was otomus and she had lots of friends. but she had one problem. some girls were after her and they were bad. so the leader and the girls got together to make some plans. otomus went to her office to make some plans to get those evil girls. after that they set off to go and fight. like always, otomus won again. the girls were mad at that time. "we always lose", said the leader. "you're right", said one of the girls. the leader said "i wish we could get rid of her". at the office otomus was writing a note. otomus said "i wish i had somebody to help me but i don't". otomus thought and thought but she could not find out who could help her. the bad girls were still trying to figure out how to get rid of otomus. the leader, of cours, was always mad. "i wish there was something we could do", said one of the girls. otomus said "those girls always have friends to help them so if i programmed their friends to help me then i can have more help!" after that they went to fight otomus again and she won again. finally she got the bad girl friends to be her friends. otomus told the girls that they would have to fight tomorrow. the bad girls and otomus and her friends went to the place where they would fight. this time otomus got hurt so her friends had to take over till otomus got better. finally, otomus go better, just in time to fight. and it was the longest fight they ever had. otomus won because her friends helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pictured on the cover: super jet, super star, quiz star, otomus, fire star&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-4269469340535477964?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/4269469340535477964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19439495&amp;postID=4269469340535477964&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/4269469340535477964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/4269469340535477964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/2007/07/robots.html' title='Robots'/><author><name>ewblumen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570141310994190359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/205118816_7b69fef396_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439495.post-5410640620455159637</id><published>2007-07-09T13:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T13:56:39.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SPAM</title><content type='html'>so, one of the spam emails i received today had the following subject:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;flatulent minivan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-5410640620455159637?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/5410640620455159637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19439495&amp;postID=5410640620455159637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/5410640620455159637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/5410640620455159637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/2007/07/spam.html' title='SPAM'/><author><name>ewblumen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570141310994190359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/205118816_7b69fef396_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439495.post-3854737259319454215</id><published>2007-06-08T14:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T14:27:13.249-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reaching</title><content type='html'>is it sad that a television show would drive me to want to go back to school?  i don't think there is ever a wrong reason to want to go back to school ... but, well, let me explain.  i've been a bit obsessed over west wing lately (library card + dvds = happy) and i know it's only loosely based on reality, but something about it makes me want to get involved with government.  i already am involved to some extent ... but i want to do more.  don't get me wrong, this yearning does not stem only from watching the west wing (because that would be beyond ridiculous) ... it's always been there, but lately the little spark has turned into a blaze.  so, i've thought about going back to get my masters in public policy ... a thought i actually entertained a couple of years ago, but was chicken.  at that time, i was thinking of applying to a program in which you'd earn your jd and a masters in public policy at the same time. but i think that was a lofty goal.  i'd love to study the law, but don't want to be a lawyer.  and so here i am ... wanting to get in the game, not quite sure how, but knowing full well i'd excel at it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-3854737259319454215?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/3854737259319454215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19439495&amp;postID=3854737259319454215&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/3854737259319454215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/3854737259319454215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/2007/06/reaching.html' title='Reaching'/><author><name>ewblumen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570141310994190359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/205118816_7b69fef396_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439495.post-2075065077920374983</id><published>2007-06-04T14:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T16:15:33.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lights (Update)</title><content type='html'>the maintenance required light is now off! and for those who told me the correct way to do it and i ignored you because i thought you were wrong ... well, i'm sorry. because you were right. i was wrong. and you don't hear that often from me, so treasure it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-2075065077920374983?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/2075065077920374983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19439495&amp;postID=2075065077920374983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/2075065077920374983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/2075065077920374983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/2007/06/lights-update.html' title='Lights (Update)'/><author><name>ewblumen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570141310994190359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/205118816_7b69fef396_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439495.post-7092245089198101308</id><published>2007-06-02T22:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T22:10:16.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rewind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i think you're smart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you sweet thing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tell me your name&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm dying here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- got you where i want you, the flys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-7092245089198101308?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/7092245089198101308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19439495&amp;postID=7092245089198101308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/7092245089198101308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/7092245089198101308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/2007/06/rewind.html' title='Rewind'/><author><name>ewblumen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570141310994190359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/205118816_7b69fef396_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439495.post-1330274547166447549</id><published>2007-06-01T11:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T11:45:32.084-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweaters and Shoes</title><content type='html'>a friend of mine sent me &lt;a href="http://www.mentalfloss.com/blogs/archives/5943?rss"&gt;this article&lt;/a&gt; from mental_floss magazine (really? mental floss?  really?) about mr. rogers because he knows about my dislike for that show.  i don't know what it was ... but i just couldn't make sense of that program.  to this day, my mom likes to mention the fact that i would get mad when he came on tv ... turn it off ... and prepare for sesame street (snuffleupagus, represent!). and because i turned it off immediately, maybe i never gave it a fair shot. but, honestly, i could never get past the changing of his clothing. WHY?  why take off your sweaters and shoes ... and change into sweaters and shoes that are EXACTLY the same as the ones you just took off?  who has only indoor shoes?  that's right ... nobody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-1330274547166447549?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/1330274547166447549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19439495&amp;postID=1330274547166447549&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/1330274547166447549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/1330274547166447549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/2007/06/sweaters-and-shoes.html' title='Sweaters and Shoes'/><author><name>ewblumen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570141310994190359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/205118816_7b69fef396_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439495.post-4037444901631221954</id><published>2007-05-31T13:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T13:24:05.807-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Magic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2007/SHOWBIZ/Movies/05/31/potter.park.reut/index.html"&gt;hogwarts ... come to life&lt;/a&gt;?  i'm almost positive i'd be the first person in line to go to a theme park based on the harry potter books. i've read every book and seen (and own) every movie ... and, no, i don't dress up like any of the characters. plenty of you might laugh and call me a dork (i almost did myself) but secretly you're excited, too.  if nothing else, it may remind you what it's like to be a kid again and we can all use a dose of that every now and then.   :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-4037444901631221954?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/4037444901631221954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19439495&amp;postID=4037444901631221954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/4037444901631221954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/4037444901631221954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/2007/05/magic.html' title='Magic'/><author><name>ewblumen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570141310994190359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/205118816_7b69fef396_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439495.post-716819274439390443</id><published>2007-05-30T10:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T10:45:38.827-04:00</updated><title type='text'>History</title><content type='html'>so, i had a pretty wild time last night.  i watched the &lt;a href="http://www.history.com"&gt;history channel&lt;/a&gt; for about three hours.  i started the evening by watching the end of "&lt;a href="http://www.history.com/shows.do?action=detail&amp;episodeId=221430"&gt;star wars: the legacy revealed&lt;/a&gt;" and for someone that watches at least part of a &lt;a href="http://www.starwars.com/"&gt;star wars&lt;/a&gt; movie (episodes iv, v, or vi) every day, i was close to hysterics.  it was pretty interesting, but i wish i'd been able to see the whole thing ... maybe they further explain the correlation between the nazi's and the empire? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next, i watched the season premier of "&lt;a href="http://www.history.com/minisite.do?content_type=mini_home&amp;mini_id=54036"&gt;the universe&lt;/a&gt;" ... they spent one hour discussing the sun.  i was reminded of all the fascinating facts i'd learned about our solar system in my high school earth science class.  remember cme's??  yeah, they're coronal mass ejections.  do you know when solar storms peak?  in 11 year cycles. we can expect the next peak around 2012. did you know that NOAA monitors space weather?  &lt;a href="http://sec.noaa.gov/SWN/index.html"&gt;well, they do&lt;/a&gt;.  anyway, i found the whole thing extremely interesting and i'm very excited to learn about mars (again) next week (tuesdays @ 9:00pm).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-716819274439390443?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/716819274439390443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19439495&amp;postID=716819274439390443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/716819274439390443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/716819274439390443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/2007/05/history.html' title='History'/><author><name>ewblumen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570141310994190359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/205118816_7b69fef396_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439495.post-7275291400278645724</id><published>2007-05-29T13:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T22:11:16.458-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Crying</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i hope you know, i hope you know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that this has nothing to do with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's personal, myself and i&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we got some straightening out to do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- too embarrassed to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-7275291400278645724?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/7275291400278645724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19439495&amp;postID=7275291400278645724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/7275291400278645724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/7275291400278645724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/2007/05/crying.html' title='Crying'/><author><name>ewblumen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570141310994190359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/205118816_7b69fef396_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439495.post-2722342848295606464</id><published>2007-05-24T12:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T12:06:50.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lights</title><content type='html'>if anyone knows how to turn off the "maintenance required" light on the dash of my 2005 toyota corolla s ... i'd LOVE to know.  this silly little light is supposed to remind me to change my oil.  that's all it does. honestly.  i'm not lying.  it sounds like i'm lying, but i'm not.  and i'm tired of being reminded to change my oil AFTER i've already done so because, believe it or not, i can add and know when i've gone 3,000 miles since my last jiffy lube visit.  thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-2722342848295606464?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/2722342848295606464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19439495&amp;postID=2722342848295606464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/2722342848295606464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/2722342848295606464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/2007/05/lights.html' title='Lights'/><author><name>ewblumen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570141310994190359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/205118816_7b69fef396_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439495.post-7548339040187908498</id><published>2007-05-24T11:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T12:00:46.095-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Snakes on a Plane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2007/WORLD/meast/05/24/egypt.snakes.ap/index.html"&gt;you're joking, right?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-7548339040187908498?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/7548339040187908498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19439495&amp;postID=7548339040187908498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/7548339040187908498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/7548339040187908498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/2007/05/snakes-on-plane.html' title='Snakes on a Plane'/><author><name>ewblumen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570141310994190359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/205118816_7b69fef396_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439495.post-3946326243900116039</id><published>2007-03-17T18:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T18:15:53.629-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Car</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;check out the new digs ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34698299@N00/424505108/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="New Car" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/150/424505108_f636a6fa06_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... the windows work and everything!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-3946326243900116039?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/3946326243900116039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19439495&amp;postID=3946326243900116039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/3946326243900116039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/3946326243900116039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/2007/03/car.html' title='Car'/><author><name>ewblumen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570141310994190359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/205118816_7b69fef396_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/150/424505108_f636a6fa06_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439495.post-7112070151842701836</id><published>2006-11-17T16:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T16:08:42.057-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meatwad ...</title><content type='html'>... in a &lt;a href="http://www.adultswim.com/shows/athf/stuff/mooniniteads/movie.html"&gt;movie&lt;/a&gt;??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-7112070151842701836?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/7112070151842701836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19439495&amp;postID=7112070151842701836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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from starbucks.  yum!  unfortunately, at the beginning of my scheduled lunch break, the sky opened up and buckets of rain fell down.  i lack a raincoat, am wearing a white shirt, and don't own an umbrella.  therefore, i didn't go out to get my treat.  lo and behold, 5 minutes prior to the end of my lunch break, the sun comes out and the rain stops.  humph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-572399939372739149?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/572399939372739149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19439495&amp;postID=572399939372739149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/572399939372739149'/><link 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height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/205118816_7b69fef396_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439495.post-116344185438740634</id><published>2006-11-13T13:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:10:14.664-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/Zw-TUO7A-HQ" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-116344185438740634?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/116344185438740634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19439495&amp;postID=116344185438740634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/116344185438740634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/116344185438740634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/2006/11/tribute.html' title='Tribute'/><author><name>ewblumen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570141310994190359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/205118816_7b69fef396_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439495.post-116343494873973031</id><published>2006-11-13T11:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:10:14.528-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beginnings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;she said i think i'll go to boston...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i think i'll start a new life,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i think i'll start it over, where no one knows my name.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- boston, augustana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-116343494873973031?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/116343494873973031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19439495&amp;postID=116343494873973031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/116343494873973031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://static.flickr.com/100/286803629_33752f999e_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... but there are 4 others just like it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-116247818355123314?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/116247818355123314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19439495&amp;postID=116247818355123314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/116247818355123314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/116247818355123314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/2006/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>ewblumen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570141310994190359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/205118816_7b69fef396_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439495.post-115835296277749992</id><published>2006-09-15T16:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:10:14.057-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Need Help?</title><content type='html'>i'll admit, i saw this &lt;a href="http://www.pottysong.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; on someone else's &lt;a href="http://www.watchedpots.com/news.html"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;, but i just had to share.  on the main page, click on "play song" for a sample.  or maybe even personalize it.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-115835296277749992?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/115835296277749992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19439495&amp;postID=115835296277749992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/115835296277749992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/115835296277749992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/2006/09/need-help.html' title='Need Help?'/><author><name>ewblumen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570141310994190359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/205118816_7b69fef396_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439495.post-115748294145438610</id><published>2006-09-05T14:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:10:13.887-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little More Than Like</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when i think of heaven&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when i think of heaven&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;god, girl, you know i just think of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;do you think of me, too?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- rain king, counting crows (new amsterdam: live at heineken music hall 2003)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-115748294145438610?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/205118816_7b69fef396_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439495.post-115679814317991132</id><published>2006-08-28T16:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:10:13.608-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Music</title><content type='html'>new albums from pete yorn and ray lamontagne being released on the same day?  not sure i could be anymore excited at the moment.  okay, that's not true ... but i am pretty psyched.  to check out ray's new single, go &lt;a href="http://www.raylamontagne.com/listen.php"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  to sample pete's new album, go &lt;a href="http://www.peteyorn.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  both are in stores tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-115679814317991132?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/205118816_7b69fef396_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439495.post-115677914806275424</id><published>2006-08-28T11:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:10:13.461-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hershey</title><content type='html'>so, when i was approximately 10 years old, my family went to hershey park as part of our vacation (remember, i'm from rhode island, so pa is actually the proper vacation distance from my hometown). at this point in my life, i'd never been on a roller coaster. so, with child-like innocence and enthusiasm, i blindly followed my dad into line for &lt;a href="http://www.hersheypa.com/attractions/hersheypark/rides/detail.asp?q=yes&amp;amp;id=3"&gt;the comet&lt;/a&gt;. the ride begins with the, now all too familiar, ascent into the clouds ... the climb right before the rapid descent where you feel as though you've left your stomach back at the beginning of the ride. however, having never been on a roller coaster ... i didn't know what this meant. and as we're climbing, my dad and i are chatting ... he's eyeing me up, wondering how i'm going to fare ... and i'm blathering on like a fool about the lovely weather. i actually don't know what we were talking about, but i do know that the instant we began to "fall" ... i yelled at my dad "you said this was supposed to be fun!". and so began my fear of the roller coaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my sophomore year of college, i went to kings dominion and conquered this fear ... but i'd never been back to hershey park, until this weekend. and i was going to ride the hell out of the comet. but i couldn't start with that particular coaster ... i had to ease myself into it. so, of course, i decided to begin the day with one of the more scarier coasters. i didn't know this, though, until i was actually on the ride. why do most roller coasters look all innocent from the ground? i know the screams should give it away ... but, honestly, i stand there, waiting in line, and think to myself, "this isn't going to be so bad". and when i get off ... my legs feel like jello. anyway, a few coasters (and jello legs) later ... i got in line for the comet. i wasn't as nervous as i thought i'd be, since this was the last ride of the day, and i'd already been on some freaky rides. but as we started that climb ... i gotta tell you, i got a sinking feeling in my stomach. didn't end up being so bad ... i screamed, as usual ... but, i'd do it again. just not soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-115677914806275424?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/115677914806275424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Thundercats</title><content type='html'>what's the next best thing to a &lt;a href="http://www.transformersmovie.com/"&gt;transformer movie&lt;/a&gt;?  although, i'm a little bit skeptical that the teaser makes it seem like they came from mars.  couldn't we have come up with something a bit more original?  like pluto ... what's wrong with pluto?  have you heard that pluto was almost &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2006/TECH/space/08/16/new.planets.ap/index.html"&gt;ousted&lt;/a&gt; from the planet family?  okay, seriously, where was i?  oh, yes ... iwatchstuff.com has posted a little somethin' somethin' about a &lt;a href="http://www.iwatchstuff.com/2006/08/thundercats_join_a_band.html"&gt;thundercats remake&lt;/a&gt;.  keep your pants on ... it's nothing as cool as a movie, but allegedly, it will be an animated series on the wb.  thunder ... thunder ... thunder ... thunder ... CATS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-115625933887891348?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/115625933887891348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19439495&amp;postID=115625933887891348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/115625933887891348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/115625933887891348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/2006/08/thundercats.html' title='Thundercats'/><author><name>ewblumen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570141310994190359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/205118816_7b69fef396_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439495.post-115619756697268767</id><published>2006-08-21T17:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:10:13.145-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Manatee</title><content type='html'>i love when my little state makes the news, so i thought i'd post &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2006/US/08/21/lost.manatee.ap/index.html"&gt;this cnn.com article&lt;/a&gt; about a manatee siting in &lt;a href="http://seagrant.gso.uri.edu/G_Bay/"&gt;greenwich bay&lt;/a&gt;, warwick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-115619756697268767?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/115619756697268767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19439495&amp;postID=115619756697268767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/115619756697268767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/115619756697268767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/2006/08/manatee.html' title='Manatee'/><author><name>ewblumen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570141310994190359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/205118816_7b69fef396_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439495.post-115575631057647768</id><published>2006-08-16T15:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:10:12.777-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FredNet</title><content type='html'>one of the guys, with whom i work, recently made the news due to his blog about frederick, &lt;a href="http://frednet.wordpress.com/"&gt;frednet&lt;/a&gt;.  you can read the baltimore sun article &lt;a href="http://www.baltimoresun.com/news/local/bal-md.frednet15aug15,0,4679562.story?coll=bal-local-headlines"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  good stuff, guy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-115575631057647768?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/115575631057647768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19439495&amp;postID=115575631057647768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/115575631057647768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/115575631057647768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/2006/08/frednet.html' title='FredNet'/><author><name>ewblumen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570141310994190359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/205118816_7b69fef396_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439495.post-115575378581088093</id><published>2006-08-16T14:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:10:12.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations!</title><content type='html'>lauren and jon were married on saturday, august 12th ... and i just got some of the pictures. so, without further ado ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34698299@N00/217039492/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="L&amp;J" src="http://static.flickr.com/78/217039492_08141c9460_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lauren and jon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34698299@N00/217039490/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="Judy&amp;amp;Em" src="http://static.flickr.com/94/217039490_cfe90ba102_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and judy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34698299@N00/217039482/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="Em&amp;amp;Chris" src="http://static.flickr.com/67/217039482_2c6a8a7903_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and chris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-115575378581088093?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/115575378581088093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19439495&amp;postID=115575378581088093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/115575378581088093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/115575378581088093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/2006/08/congratulations.html' title='Congratulations!'/><author><name>ewblumen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570141310994190359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/205118816_7b69fef396_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439495.post-115573747436696176</id><published>2006-08-16T09:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:10:11.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>80's</title><content type='html'>so, i'm a bit of a sucker for 80's music.  i know what you're thinking ... 80's music and a space freak, could such a cool girl really exist?  yes, yes i do.  :)  but, no, really ... i love the 80's.  is that why i find myself admitting (shamefully, though) to enjoying jessica simpson's remake of &lt;em&gt;you spin me round&lt;/em&gt; by dead or alive?  actually, looking at dead or alive's &lt;a href="http://www.deadoralive.net/index.html"&gt;web site&lt;/a&gt;, i should, perhaps, rethink my enjoyment of the original ... but that's for another time.  if you want to check out jessica simpson's version, which you probably don't, click &lt;a href="http://www.jessicasimpson.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  then click on "click here to listen &amp; vote!".  you see, you could actually assist in picking her next single.  that would be, like, so hot.  that's sarcasm.  maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-115573747436696176?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/115573747436696176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19439495&amp;postID=115573747436696176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/115573747436696176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/115573747436696176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/2006/08/80s.html' title='80&apos;s'/><author><name>ewblumen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570141310994190359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/205118816_7b69fef396_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439495.post-115524115264962178</id><published>2006-08-10T16:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:10:11.678-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Space</title><content type='html'>two nights ago, i watched "&lt;a href="http://disneyvideos.disney.go.com/moviefinder/products/4057903.html"&gt;aliens of the deep&lt;/a&gt;", directed by james cameron.  the documentary explored the deepest depths of the ocean (you know, where the &lt;a href="http://www.ocean.udel.edu/deepsea/level-2/geology/vents.html"&gt;hydrothermal vents&lt;/a&gt; exist?) and provided glimpses of the incredible creatures (like those &lt;a href="http://seawifs.gsfc.nasa.gov/OCEAN_PLANET/HTML/ps_vents.html"&gt;worms&lt;/a&gt;) that live down there.  however, i thought the most interesting discussions in the film were those related to the comparison between underwater and space exploration.  you might remember from one of my earlier entries, that i'm kind of a space dork.  so, my fascination with this topic shouldn't be a surprise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, one of the scientists featured in the documentary was an astrobiologist, &lt;a href="http://www.seti.org/site/pp.asp?c=ktJ2J9MMIsE&amp;b=179064"&gt;kevin hand&lt;/a&gt;, from the &lt;a href="http://www.seti.org/"&gt;search for extraterrestrial intelligence (SETI) institute&lt;/a&gt;. he described, briefly, possible future missions to europa, one of jupiter's moons.  the surface of europa is ice, ranging in depths of 20 to 100 kilometers, but the hope is that below the surface is an ocean containing life.  the concept is pretty amazing and i spent a majority of yesterday reading more about the seti institute and europa.  and you can, too.  &lt;a href="http://www.astrobio.net/news/modules.php?op=modload&amp;name=News&amp;amp;file=article&amp;sid=1944&amp;amp;mode=thread&amp;order=0&amp;amp;thold=0"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www2.jpl.nasa.gov/galileo/gem/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  kind of makes looking for aliens cool, doesn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-115524115264962178?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/115524115264962178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19439495&amp;postID=115524115264962178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/115524115264962178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/115524115264962178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/2006/08/space.html' title='Space'/><author><name>ewblumen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570141310994190359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/205118816_7b69fef396_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439495.post-115513488894189444</id><published>2006-08-09T10:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:10:11.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Speechless</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/6bpNoEopPdM" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-115513488894189444?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/115513488894189444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19439495&amp;postID=115513488894189444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/115513488894189444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/115513488894189444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/2006/08/speechless.html' title='Speechless'/><author><name>ewblumen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570141310994190359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/205118816_7b69fef396_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439495.post-115513157375547895</id><published>2006-08-09T09:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:10:11.331-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Courage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;stones taught me to fly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;love taught me to cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so come on courage&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;teach me to be shy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'cause it's not hard to fall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i don't wanna scare her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-cannonball, damien rice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-115513157375547895?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/115513157375547895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19439495&amp;postID=115513157375547895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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ask, am i so proud of a goal? only because it took me four months of playing and 500 million shots (that's a lot). tears were shed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-115505641164487398?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/115505641164487398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19439495&amp;postID=115505641164487398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/115505641164487398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/115505641164487398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/2006/08/score.html' title='Score!'/><author><name>ewblumen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570141310994190359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/205118816_7b69fef396_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439495.post-115495982181459306</id><published>2006-08-07T10:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:10:10.939-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gamble</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;on my knees, i’ll ask &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;last chance for one last dance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘cause with you, i’d withstand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;all of hell to hold your hand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- far away, nickelback&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/205118816_7b69fef396_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439495.post-115490206446222347</id><published>2006-08-06T18:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T15:48:56.702-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome, Niece</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;born august 4th, 8 lbs 10 oz, and 21 inches long ... you're beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-115490206446222347?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/115490206446222347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Hot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i feel like this today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34698299@N00/205118816/"&gt;&lt;img height="125" alt="cat" src="http://static.flickr.com/72/205118816_7b69fef396_o.jpg" width="84" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-115455011133437573?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/115455011133437573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19439495&amp;postID=115455011133437573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/115455011133437573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/115455011133437573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/2006/08/hot.html' title='Hot'/><author><name>ewblumen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570141310994190359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/205118816_7b69fef396_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439495.post-115435887304752870</id><published>2006-07-31T11:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:10:10.322-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moosejaw</title><content type='html'>if you're ever bored, and think laughing is fun, check out the following site:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.moosejaw.com/moosejaw/dept.asp?s_id=0&amp;dept_id=77"&gt;http://www.moosejaw.com/moosejaw/dept.asp?s_id=0&amp;amp;dept_id=77&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, yeah, also a great site for hiking/climbing/camping equipment and clothing.  that's probably their main purpose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-115435887304752870?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/115435887304752870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19439495&amp;postID=115435887304752870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/115435887304752870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/115435887304752870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/2006/07/moosejaw.html' title='Moosejaw'/><author><name>ewblumen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570141310994190359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/205118816_7b69fef396_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439495.post-115435326095772008</id><published>2006-07-31T09:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:10:10.158-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Expectations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you put your girl up on a pedestal &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;then you wait for her to fall &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt; hard candy, counting crows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-115435326095772008?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/115435326095772008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19439495&amp;postID=115435326095772008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/115435326095772008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/115435326095772008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/2006/07/expectations.html' title='Expectations'/><author><name>ewblumen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570141310994190359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/205118816_7b69fef396_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439495.post-114951644838869103</id><published>2006-06-05T10:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:10:10.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Color</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Color me in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come on color me in &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give me your blue rain &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give me your black sky &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give me your green eyes &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come on give me your white skin &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...give me your white skin &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...give me your white skin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- have you seen me lately, counting crows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-114951644838869103?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/114951644838869103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19439495&amp;postID=114951644838869103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vaFm47lsL2g&amp;feature=Favorites&amp;amp;page=2&amp;t=t&amp;amp;f=b"&gt;moments&lt;/a&gt; ... right?  my favorite parts (there i go again) involve the refs ... enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-114928111754175679?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/114928111754175679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19439495&amp;postID=114928111754175679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/114928111754175679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/114928111754175679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/2006/06/soccer.html' title='Soccer'/><author><name>ewblumen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570141310994190359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/205118816_7b69fef396_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439495.post-114908568525979937</id><published>2006-05-31T10:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:10:09.721-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Transformers</title><content type='html'>am i the only one that's really excited about &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0418279/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a little update about the movie &lt;a href="http://michaelbay.com/blog/newsblog.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-114908568525979937?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/114908568525979937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19439495&amp;postID=114908568525979937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/114908568525979937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/114908568525979937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/2006/05/transformers.html' title='Transformers'/><author><name>ewblumen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570141310994190359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/205118816_7b69fef396_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439495.post-114832266016520607</id><published>2006-05-22T14:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:10:09.551-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#e1e1e1;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Personality Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#e1e1e1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/worldsshortestpersonalitytest/black.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are elegant, withdrawn, and brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;Your mind is a weapon, able to solve any puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;You are also great at poking holes in arguments and common beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, comfort and calm are very important.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to thrive on your own and shrug off most affection.&lt;br /&gt;You prefer to protect your emotions and stay strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/worldsshortestpersonalitytest/"&gt;The World's Shortest Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-114832266016520607?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/114832266016520607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Dangermouse</title><content type='html'>today's woot made a comparison between the razer pro 1600dpi gaming mouse and the star of a british animated series, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dangermouse"&gt;dangermouse&lt;/a&gt;. there isn't much of a comparison (that's why it's funny, see) ... but it definitely reminded me of watching dangermouse when i was kid. i absolutetly loved that show ... way better than mighty mouse. penfold, his nerdy sidekick, was my favorite. and he was a hamster of all things. a hamster! but he was smaller than dangermouse ... who was, as his name suggests, a mouse. hmmm. makes you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-114807370079600721?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/114807370079600721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19439495&amp;postID=114807370079600721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/114807370079600721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/114807370079600721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/2006/05/dangermouse.html' title='Dangermouse'/><author><name>ewblumen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570141310994190359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/205118816_7b69fef396_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439495.post-114781697997737572</id><published>2006-05-16T18:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:10:09.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear Not</title><content type='html'>i was gone, but now i'm back.  more to come in the following days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-114781697997737572?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/114781697997737572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19439495&amp;postID=114781697997737572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/114781697997737572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/114781697997737572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/2006/05/fear-not.html' title='Fear Not'/><author><name>ewblumen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570141310994190359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/205118816_7b69fef396_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439495.post-114598385177699339</id><published>2006-04-25T12:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:10:09.031-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Putty</title><content type='html'>i'd like to take a moment and pay homage to my friend ... &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Silly_putty"&gt;the silly putty&lt;/a&gt;. yesterday, i discovered (again) the joy of silly putty and i'd forgotten how fantastic this stuff really is. i've been throwing it against walls ... sticking it to random pieces of paper to pick up the print (how is that NOT fun?) ... creating animals that will never been seen in nature ... and just using it as an overall stress reliever. it's like those stress balls ... but squishy. thanks, silly putty. for everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-114598385177699339?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/114598385177699339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19439495&amp;postID=114598385177699339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/114598385177699339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/114598385177699339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/2006/04/silly-putty.html' title='Silly Putty'/><author><name>ewblumen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570141310994190359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/205118816_7b69fef396_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439495.post-114590443250712637</id><published>2006-04-24T14:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:10:08.814-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bridge</title><content type='html'>so, the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jamestown_Bridge_%28Old%29"&gt;old jamestown bridge&lt;/a&gt; was blown up last week.  that's quite a bit of news for rhody ... and i finally found a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kTlt43UkhO4"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt; of it, so i had to post.  the old jamestown bridge was probably the scariest bridge ... ever.  if you didn't have a fear of bridges (or heights) before driving over the old jamestown bridge, then you certainly did afterwards.  it was two lanes, undivided and had steal grates at the highest point of the bridge, so you could look down and see the water.  oh, yeah, and it swayed in high winds.  swayed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a side note ... my mom mentioned to me (i couldn't find a news story about it, but i didn't look too hard) that the demo and clean-up crews didn't account for how far the falling steal beams would be driven into the mud of the narragansett bay ... so they are experiencing "difficulties".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/205118816_7b69fef396_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439495.post-114478486387011433</id><published>2006-04-11T15:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:10:08.657-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyrics (2)</title><content type='html'>i really enjoyed writing my last lyrics entry ... so, i've decided to post a sequel.  i noticed that the previous entry didn't include any songs from female artists.  some of the guys i know might say that the reason for this is because female singers "suck" ... and, although a convincing argument, i disagree.  so without further ado, a sampling of my some of my favorite songs by female artists:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i grieve in my condition, for i cannot find the strength to say I need you so&lt;/em&gt; - i love you, sarah mclachlan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i tell you there’s peices of me you’ve never seen, maybe she’s just pieces of me you’ve never seen&lt;/em&gt; - tear in your hand, tori amos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause someday you’re going to get hungry, and eat most of the words you just said&lt;/em&gt; - 32 flavors, ani difranco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;push the door, i'm home at last and i'm soaking through and through, then you handed me a towel and all i see is you&lt;/em&gt; - thank you, dido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;not in contact, not a letter, such communication, telepathic, you've been vilified, used as fodder&lt;/em&gt; - this grudge, alanis morissette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;leave your things behind cause it's all going off without you&lt;/em&gt; - let go, frou frou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i want to wake up with the rain, falling on a tin roof&lt;/em&gt; - come away with me, norah jones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i will show you, you're so much better than you know&lt;/em&gt; - by your side, sade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realize they are girly ... but, i am a girl.  so, deal with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-114478486387011433?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/114478486387011433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19439495&amp;postID=114478486387011433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/114478486387011433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/114478486387011433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/2006/04/lyrics-2.html' title='Lyrics (2)'/><author><name>ewblumen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570141310994190359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/205118816_7b69fef396_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439495.post-114384102810047325</id><published>2006-03-31T16:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:10:08.537-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weeeee!</title><content type='html'>friends of mine shared this &lt;a href="http://www.funnyjunk.com/pages/squirrel.htm"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; with me a couple of years ago and, to this day, there is nothing like a hyperactive squirrel. nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-114384102810047325?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/114384102810047325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19439495&amp;postID=114384102810047325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/114384102810047325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/114384102810047325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/2006/03/weeeee.html' title='Weeeee!'/><author><name>ewblumen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570141310994190359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/205118816_7b69fef396_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439495.post-114352157801886865</id><published>2006-03-27T23:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:10:08.375-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyrics</title><content type='html'>i was driving home from soccer tonight, listening to a song, and found myself anxious to get to my favorite part. i thought about it a bit more and realized that i have "a favorite part" in many songs. i'm sure this is the same for a lot of people ... but i think i picked up the habit from my dad. it's a rare occasion to be driving somewhere with my dad and he doesn't shush me so we can listen to his favorite part of a particular song. and i've found that i do the same thing to my friends. so, with nothing else to write about, i picked out a few of my favorite parts to share:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;first time I saw you, you did me that way&lt;/em&gt; - stolen away on 55th &amp;amp; 3rd, dave matthew's band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and when i see you kitten as a cat, yeah as smitten as that, i can't get that small&lt;/em&gt; - high, the cure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;she has trouble acting normal when she's nervous&lt;/em&gt; - round here, counting crows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and you have stayed, a mile away from me, and you will stay a mile away from me if you know what’s good for you, you could have stayed until june.&lt;/em&gt; - june, pete yorn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so what if you catch me, where would we land?&lt;/em&gt; - fair, remy zero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and if we were walking down a dead end street, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;would you be the one to let our eyes meet, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;or would you just keep on walking down to the turn around, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;'cause you know i'd be proud ... if you call my name out loud&lt;/em&gt; - out loud, dispatch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;take a drink right from the hose, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;change into some drier clothes, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;climb the stairs up to my room, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;and sleep away the afternoon&lt;/em&gt; - pinch me, bare naked ladies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;say, now it's time to ride, to see lovely girls and to not put the moves on them&lt;/em&gt; - tremendous brunettes, mike doughty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there's a chill in the air, nobody could care how you're caught up in the fight of your life&lt;/em&gt; - heard the world, o.a.r.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, some of the meaning might be lost when the lyrics are taken out of context ... but you've got the title and artist right there. go listen for yourself. i dare you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-114352157801886865?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/205118816_7b69fef396_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439495.post-114254886997189746</id><published>2006-03-16T17:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:10:08.058-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tournament</title><content type='html'>i don't watch college basketball all season (except for a terps game here or there) ... then the tournament starts and i become a ball of stress watching box scores on espn. oh, the madness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-114254886997189746?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/114254886997189746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Pug</title><content type='html'>i feel a little weird copying something from google's official blog, so i'm not going to post the picture that prompted me to write this entry, but go &lt;a href="http://googleblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/pug-speak.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  this little guy was too hard to pass up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-114245299482011007?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/114245299482011007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19439495&amp;postID=114245299482011007&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/114245299482011007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/114245299482011007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/2006/03/pug.html' title='Pug'/><author><name>ewblumen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570141310994190359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/205118816_7b69fef396_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439495.post-114176768108889121</id><published>2006-03-07T16:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:10:07.708-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bug</title><content type='html'>a friend suggested i do this to my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34698299@N00/109366748/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="Bug" src="http://static.flickr.com/50/109366748_a1c69e613c_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, i don't know ... i kind of like my trunk space.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-114176768108889121?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/114176768108889121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19439495&amp;postID=114176768108889121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/114176768108889121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/114176768108889121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/2006/03/bug.html' title='Bug'/><author><name>ewblumen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570141310994190359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/205118816_7b69fef396_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439495.post-114174473715750685</id><published>2006-03-07T09:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:10:07.488-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nyquil</title><content type='html'>so, i've been sick. and i'm not a big fan of medicine, so i rarely take anything. but i haven't been sleeping much recently, so for the last two nights i've gone drinking with nyquil. sure, it helps me breathe more easily and knocks me out for a good couple of hours. however, it also screws with my dreams ... and last night did not disappoint. i don't remember much, but i do recall the following scene from which i awoke clutching my comforter and my heart racing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was staying in a hotel, in a tropical place. but the room in which i was staying, belonged to a friend of mine. so, it was like i was crashing at a friend's house, but in a hotel. my friend owned a dog. a big dog. i walked out onto the porch ... for some reason. and as i turned to go back inside, i heard snarling. the dog had broken through the sliding glass doors and was actually gnawing on a huge piece of glass, just staring at me. at this point in the dream, i was now, of course, eye level with the dog ... as if i was coming up through a trap door in the floor of the porch. then the dog lunged and bit into my neck. and he didn't let go. if i moved, i knew he'd rip my throat out ... but how long could i sit/stand there with this dog hanging off my neck? so, i sat/stood there shaking until i woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, after waking up, feeling my neck to see if it's still there, i, of course, had to think about this dream and figure out why the dog attacked me in the first place. i had a feeling that when i first met the dog, he was nice ... but that because i was entering the house from someplace other than the front door, he was alarmed. and felt he had to kill me? yeah, i don't get it either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate nyquil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;edited for incorrect grammar and misspellings. nyquil does more than give me bad dreams. it makes me an idiot.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-114174473715750685?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/114174473715750685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19439495&amp;postID=114174473715750685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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href="http://digg.com/tech_news/Students_follow_highway_s_speed_limit,_hold_up_traffic_for_miles_and_miles"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; about a couple of georgia state college students. i'd almost go so far as to call it gutsy. just because i like that word and wanted to use it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-114140378622065631?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/114140378622065631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19439495&amp;postID=114140378622065631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/114140378622065631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/114140378622065631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/2006/03/speed-limits.html' title='Speed Limits'/><author><name>ewblumen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570141310994190359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/205118816_7b69fef396_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439495.post-114066598791005960</id><published>2006-02-22T22:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:10:06.971-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions</title><content type='html'>i've been going to the dentist a lot lately (don't ask) and i know this question is often posed ... but why do dentists talk to us while they work? i don't know about you, but i don't think the opportune time to ask me 1) am i married, 2) do i have children, and 3) how long is my commute, is when half my face feels like it's missing and i have a drill, that sucker thing that wants to swallow my tongue, and your hands in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw ... no, no, 1 hour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-114066598791005960?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/114066598791005960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19439495&amp;postID=114066598791005960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/114066598791005960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/114066598791005960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/2006/02/questions.html' title='Questions'/><author><name>ewblumen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570141310994190359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/205118816_7b69fef396_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439495.post-113986807336139875</id><published>2006-02-13T16:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:10:06.571-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow</title><content type='html'>my parents, in rhode island, got 12 inches of snow this weekend ... and my mom had a 1 hour school delay this morning (only one school in the whole state closed). in maryland, we got 12 inches of snow and almost every college, school, and recreational activity was cancelled. interesting. now, you can mock rhode island all you want (i've heard all the jokes), but if it's one thing we know (aside from lobsters), it's inclement weather and how to handle it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-113986807336139875?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/113986807336139875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19439495&amp;postID=113986807336139875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/113986807336139875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/113986807336139875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/2006/02/snow.html' title='Snow'/><author><name>ewblumen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570141310994190359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/205118816_7b69fef396_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439495.post-113960605091503144</id><published>2006-02-10T15:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:10:06.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming or Giving</title><content type='html'>why does dmb's song, dreaming tree, remind me so much of shel silverstein's book, &lt;em&gt;the giving tree&lt;/em&gt;?  they aren't necessarily depicting the same story, but they both evoke the same feeling in me.  perhaps it's the following lines from the song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;below it he would sit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for hours at a time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;now progress takes away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what forever took to find&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;now he's falling hard &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;he feels the falling dark&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how he longs to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;beneath his dreaming tree&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;conquered fear to climb&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a moment froze in time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when the girl who first he kissed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;promised him she'd be his &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;remembered mother's words&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there beneath the tree&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"no matter what the world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you'll always be my baby"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ponder*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-113960605091503144?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/205118816_7b69fef396_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439495.post-113934997137725668</id><published>2006-02-07T16:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:10:06.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alien Life?</title><content type='html'>i was reading an article on &lt;a href="http://wired.com/"&gt;wired.com&lt;/a&gt; today about two simulated "worlds", aurelia and blue moon, created by nasa and seti project researchers. don't worry, i'm not going to summarize the whole article (because you can read it &lt;a href="http://www.wired.com/wired/archive/14.02/alien.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;). the basic gist is that researchers fashioned alien creatures that might exist on these "worlds" (located somewhere in our universe). then a description, and picture, is provided for each creature. the article reminded me of when i was a kid and would spend hours (i was the coolest!) reading &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/079222731X/102-5181864-8460109?v=glance&amp;n=283155"&gt;national geographic's &lt;em&gt;picture atlas of our universe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34698299@N00/96890641/"&gt;&lt;img height="75" alt="079222731X.01._AA240_SCLZZZZZZZ_" src="http://static.flickr.com/41/96890641_ac6a5830c4_s.jpg" width="75" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;each chapter provided information about the type of creature you might find on each planet, taking into account what scientists knew about the planets' climate/geographical factors.  i was fascinated then ... and i guess i still am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-113934997137725668?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/205118816_7b69fef396_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439495.post-113883911985631437</id><published>2006-02-01T19:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:10:06.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dentist</title><content type='html'>nothing like the smell of burning enamel to start the day off right ... yeah, that's right, i said burning enamel.  and that's all i have to say about that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-113883911985631437?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/113883911985631437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19439495&amp;postID=113883911985631437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/113883911985631437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/113883911985631437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/2006/02/dentist.html' title='Dentist'/><author><name>ewblumen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570141310994190359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/205118816_7b69fef396_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439495.post-113871975486191349</id><published>2006-01-31T09:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:10:05.937-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 30th, Boys</title><content type='html'>honestly, though ... for all intents and purposes, it could have been mistaken for your 21st ... but we won't go in to details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34698299@N00/94601946/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="Drew and Neil" src="http://static.flickr.com/31/94601946_92cebb145a_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-113871975486191349?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/113871975486191349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19439495&amp;postID=113871975486191349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/113871975486191349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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seeing it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Adam Smith, &lt;em&gt;The Theory of Moral Sentiments&lt;/em&gt; (as published in &lt;em&gt;Freakonomics)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-113830878627123047?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/113830878627123047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19439495&amp;postID=113830878627123047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/113830878627123047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/113830878627123047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/2006/01/quote.html' title='Quote'/><author><name>ewblumen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570141310994190359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/205118816_7b69fef396_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439495.post-113829847792348793</id><published>2006-01-26T12:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:10:05.579-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Squirrel Traps?</title><content type='html'>so, today, an email from me to a friend elicited advertisements for squirrel traps in the related pages section of gmail. you're probably saying to yourself, "well, she probably asked her friend about squirrel traps". i assure you, i did not. my email went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm excited for your party.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and gmail went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kill a squirrel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know, i know ... squirrel traps don't actually kill squirrels.  my point is .... i don't think parties and squirrel traps go hand in hand. unless you're a freak. and then, by all means, continue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-113829847792348793?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/113829847792348793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19439495&amp;postID=113829847792348793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/113829847792348793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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stars from the weak links. soon, my thoughts turned to the oranges. sliced oranges to be exact. some team mother was always responsible for bringing sliced oranges to eat after games. no oranges = riot. so, here's my question or questions rather. why oranges? did other teams do this? on any given fall saturday/sunday are millions of children eating oranges?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't even like oranges.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-113820198515304241?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/113820198515304241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19439495&amp;postID=113820198515304241&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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nests! hmmm ... that sounded a lot more exciting in my head. anyway, just play it. if nothing else, it can help you waste a lot of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;edited due to funny image associated with the game link instead of the game.  URL removed. and put &lt;a href="http://www.rit.edu/~smo4215/flash/Eggs.swf"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-113769658494533110?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/113769658494533110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19439495&amp;postID=113769658494533110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/113769658494533110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/113769658494533110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/2006/01/nest-eggs.html' title='Nest Eggs'/><author><name>ewblumen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570141310994190359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/205118816_7b69fef396_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439495.post-113752399083649173</id><published>2006-01-17T13:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:10:05.022-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Junkies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.junkiesradio.com/"&gt;the junkies&lt;/a&gt; are back on morning radio! okay ... so, they've been back for a couple of weeks now, but this was the first morning i listened to them. and i've missed them. dreadfully. sure, they're a bunch of middle-aged men that sit around and try to talk over each other ... and about nothing (aside from sports every now and then). but they are funny ... and funny is what i want. welcome back, boys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-113752399083649173?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/113752399083649173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19439495&amp;postID=113752399083649173&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/113752399083649173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/113752399083649173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/2006/01/junkies.html' title='The Junkies'/><author><name>ewblumen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570141310994190359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/205118816_7b69fef396_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439495.post-113717347260484257</id><published>2006-01-13T12:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:10:04.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fog Warning</title><content type='html'>so, maryland has these electronic signs that "hang" over some of the major highways. you know, so they can inform us of traffic that we are already sitting in or provide the 1-800 number to call in case we see any suspicious activity. this is all well and good, but this morning i was actually given a fog warning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;fog?! where?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, this morning was foggy. however, i don't think i needed a sign to clue me in. two points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) the "warning" caused unnecessary traffic because you couldn't actually read the sign (um, because it was foggy) until you were directly underneath it, at which point everyone slammed on their breaks to read about the fog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) if you couldn't tell it was foggy by walking outside this morning, then you really ought to have stayed home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-113717347260484257?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/113717347260484257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19439495&amp;postID=113717347260484257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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obsessing over ... and felt it was necessary to share it with the whole world. and by whole world, i mean the few people that read my blog and probably already know about it, but i digress. it's a simple song and by no means new (think it came out in 1993), but i'm smitten nonetheless. so, check it out if you have the time ... you won't be disappointed. or you will be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-113699179343473908?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/113699179343473908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19439495&amp;postID=113699179343473908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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absurd that i have to post it.  let this be a warning to all homeowners that set trapped mice on fire ... wait.  what?  who does that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-113683896941067782?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/113683896941067782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19439495&amp;postID=113683896941067782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/113683896941067782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19439495/posts/default/113683896941067782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/2006/01/mouse-in-house.html' title='Mouse in the House'/><author><name>ewblumen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570141310994190359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/205118816_7b69fef396_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19439495.post-113648506983646683</id><published>2006-01-05T13:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:10:04.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Punch Buggy</title><content type='html'>i have a green beetle.  you need to know that for this story to have any relevance.  you also need to know of a little game we, as children, played that involved punching someone in the arm as soon as you sighted a beetle ... followed up with "no give backs".  we all on the same page now?  good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, this morning, driving to work ... i passed many street corners filled with children waiting for the school bus.  well, as i drove by one street corner in particular ... i caught the eye of a little boy, who looked at my car with glee and immediately turned to his friend, and started wailing on him.  i'm not sure how his friend faired, as i had to keep driving, but i did laugh out loud.  so, thank you to the ten year old that made my morning by beating up his friend at the sight of my car.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-113648506983646683?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/113648506983646683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19439495&amp;postID=113648506983646683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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#000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/37/82138870_0f1083a65c_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i told them to pose ... one looked up and the other looked down. good job, fellas. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34698299@N00/82138863/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/38/82138863_dbacffb7e3_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;some of the girls. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34698299@N00/82138861/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/39/82138861_c2d61e7745_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;me and scott. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34698299@N00/82147285/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/39/82147285_fe0b17c71d_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;just because.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19439495-113640106899370470?l=ewb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ewb.blogspot.com/feeds/113640106899370470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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