<?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-5056868</id><updated>2012-02-15T22:48:23.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the . crowd . and . me</title><subtitle type='html'>live. now. sleep. laugh. play. experience. fun. whim. try. smile. midwest pride. keep well. climb a rock. no worries.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>jay.c.b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343305355734250628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>389</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056868.post-5132969164859054306</id><published>2008-04-09T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T10:08:29.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE LESS STUDENT LOAN</title><content type='html'>++ ONE LESS STUDENT loan! One to go! Almost there... ++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-5132969164859054306?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/feeds/5132969164859054306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056868&amp;postID=5132969164859054306' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/5132969164859054306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/5132969164859054306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/2008/04/one-less-student-loan.html' title='ONE LESS STUDENT LOAN'/><author><name>jay.c.b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343305355734250628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056868.post-8060108645289562098</id><published>2008-02-07T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T10:06:27.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>28 THINGS FOR 28 YEARS</title><content type='html'>++ I'M OFFICIALLY IN the heart of my late 20's. A list of 28 things I never thought I'd be doing right now. One for every year I've been alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. Living in Seattle.&lt;br /&gt;02. Working full-time for four years at various architecture offices.&lt;br /&gt;03. Have a place that I own.&lt;br /&gt;04. Commute daily to work by walking.&lt;br /&gt;05. Have a cadre of Persian friends.&lt;br /&gt;06. Play flag football literally under the Space Needle.&lt;br /&gt;07. Referee indoor soccer.&lt;br /&gt;08. Use an umbrella instead of rain jacket.&lt;br /&gt;09. Own a Blackberry.&lt;br /&gt;10. Have a vast majority of my male old school friends be married.&lt;br /&gt;11. Have none of my female old school friends be married.&lt;br /&gt;12. Be tired of road trips and pick flying instead any day.&lt;br /&gt;13. Be in not one, but two curling leagues.&lt;br /&gt;14. Have a Washington driver's license.&lt;br /&gt;15. Have Washington license plates.&lt;br /&gt;16. Be registered to vote in the State of Washington.&lt;br /&gt;17. Know someone who has bought and donated an art installation at the Seattle Art Museum.&lt;br /&gt;18. Be the the 'old guy' on any soccer team, let alone two of them.&lt;br /&gt;19. Be the only person in the office with ties to Ohio.&lt;br /&gt;20. Have other native Asians work in the same office.&lt;br /&gt;21. Be in a relationship with a girl from Washington.&lt;br /&gt;22. Consider myself a left coaster.&lt;br /&gt;23. Not be disappointed, not necessarily happy, but not disappointed when it rains.&lt;br /&gt;24. Only monetarily able to visit my family a few times a year.&lt;br /&gt;25. Think 85 degrees outside is hot.&lt;br /&gt;26. Think 35 degrees outside is cold.&lt;br /&gt;27. Find solace in a tall drip.&lt;br /&gt;28. Know I'm headed down the 'right' path to wherever I'm headed. ++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-8060108645289562098?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/feeds/8060108645289562098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056868&amp;postID=8060108645289562098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/8060108645289562098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/8060108645289562098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/2008/02/28-things-for-28-years.html' title='28 THINGS FOR 28 YEARS'/><author><name>jay.c.b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343305355734250628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056868.post-8576278148098511325</id><published>2008-02-06T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T09:20:36.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WASHINGTON DRIVER'S LICENSE</title><content type='html'>++ FINALLY GOT MY Washington driver's license today. Finally. Getting to the DMV wasn't a problem. However, waiting for an hour and eighteen minutes was a bit cumbersome. Well, that and the fourty-five dollars it cost me. I'm slowly switching out old Ohio stuff for new Washington stuff. Last year was the license plates. This year is the driver's license. Oh, also last year was the new condo, well, not new new, but new for me. Oh yeah and last year was switching my voter's registration from Greene County, Ohio to King County, Washington.  Who knows, next year I may even finally switch my telephone number from a 937 number to a 206 number. No, that's crazy talk. ++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-8576278148098511325?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/feeds/8576278148098511325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056868&amp;postID=8576278148098511325' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/8576278148098511325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/8576278148098511325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/2008/02/washington-drivers-license.html' title='WASHINGTON DRIVER&apos;S LICENSE'/><author><name>jay.c.b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343305355734250628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056868.post-2632353784372598918</id><published>2007-12-04T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T16:26:48.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SEATTLE WAS OHIO FOR A WEEKEND</title><content type='html'>++ THIS PAST WEEKEND Seattle had an identity crisis and temporarily thought it was Ohio. Friday brought cold, but not cold cold, just a little below average Seattle beginning of December cold. However after Friday was when she thought it was a Midwestern state. Saturday morning was cold, upper 30's. Then around noon it started snowing. And not just Seattle snowing, which is minimal, but huge huge flakes snowing. Sideways and heavy. This lasted all day and finally sticking, leaving behind maybe a quarter inch of slushy snow. The evening temperature warmed and the snow turned into a cold rain, eventually melting the rest of the snow. Sunday morning was a brief spell of snow, quickly dispelled into an outright rain, Ohio style, but not warm. Blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was the second highest recorded rainfall in a day in the history of recorded rainfalls for Seattle. Oh, but it warmed to 59 degrees. Snow one day. Almost 60 degrees the next day. I heart Seattle weather!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The rain was tapering off in Seattle this evening, according to the National Weather Service. And that meant the one-day rainfall record in Seattle, last set four years ago, would probably stand. The last record was 5.02 inches at Seattle-Tacoma International Airport, set Oct. 20, 2003. The weather service today said 3.46 inches of rain fell at Sea-Tac between midnight and 3 p.m. today. Even so, Seattle city officials noted that more than 5.8 billion gallons of water have fallen from the sky locally in the past 24 hours, enough to fill Green Lake six times." ++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-2632353784372598918?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/feeds/2632353784372598918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056868&amp;postID=2632353784372598918' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/2632353784372598918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/2632353784372598918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/2007/12/seattle-was-ohio-for-weekend.html' title='SEATTLE WAS OHIO FOR A WEEKEND'/><author><name>jay.c.b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343305355734250628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056868.post-3487040444871667886</id><published>2007-11-29T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T10:19:53.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY STOLEN CAR UPDATE</title><content type='html'>++ SHE'S BACK! AND I've decided to name her Old Steady, which I know isn't a very feminine name and isn't particularly flattering, but that's what she is. Always there (except when I'm taking her in for maintenance) (and except when she gets a little antsy and decides to take herself for a spin.) Welcome home Old Steady, welcome home. ++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-3487040444871667886?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/feeds/3487040444871667886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056868&amp;postID=3487040444871667886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/3487040444871667886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/3487040444871667886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-stolen-car-update.html' title='MY STOLEN CAR UPDATE'/><author><name>jay.c.b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343305355734250628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056868.post-5372163757731590950</id><published>2007-11-20T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T07:56:05.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY STOLEN CAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;++ MY DEAREST CAR. Please co&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;. Our relationship together is a long history, full of first experiences and ups and downs. First, let &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; apologize for never giving you a na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;. After 175,000 miles and 11 years, I feel terrible that I’ve only ever referred to you as ‘she’ or ‘her’. You must feel slighted. My sincerest apologies for more often than not neglecting you your oil change every 3500 miles or 3 months. Also, please accept my deepest apologies for never giving you a bath or a wash in well over two years. I’d throw out an excuse but there is none which is acceptable. With the lack of an oil change and lack of a bath, it’s no wonder you always felt dirty and never sexy. Words escape &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;. We’ve been through so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Re&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;mber when we first drove ‘across country’. And by ‘across country’ we really only went halfway, stopping in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Denver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;. There and back. Twice. We were as carefree as birds. You, a young svelt car, not even 100,000 miles and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; a young buck, eager to shed the young naïve view on life. The first experience of an extended road trip is so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;thing you and I can share only with each other. It was quite a ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;. We played in the mountains both in the sum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;r, hiking every weekend, and in the winter, making our weekly weekend trips up to Vail and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Beavercreek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; and Breckenridge to snowboard. We made many more trips ‘across country’, the others being actual trips &lt;i style=""&gt;across country&lt;/i&gt;, to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;San Francisco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Portland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Seattle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;. You were a trooper, a real trooper. I pushed on your pedal for 40 hours straight for at least two trips, you humming the entire ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;, asking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; to stop only to refuel. We made a few marathon trips: one from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Seattle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; down to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;San Diego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; in 23 hours, through the southwest desert, up to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Denver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; and fast tracked ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;. Another, a whirlwind from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;San Francisco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; up through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Portland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; and an afternoon stop in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Seattle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;, and then east through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yellowstone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; and the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Badlands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Devils&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Tower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;, stopping to get gas in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Gary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Indiana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;. And another from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;San Francisco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;, stopping in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yosemite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; for our first ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; ever, on to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Grand Canyon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;, down through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Texas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; and pit stopping in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;New Orleans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;, before trekking back to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ohio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;. On every trip I packed my stuff in your backside until you almost couldn’t move and you never complained. You never asked for any rubbers, but I tried to provide you with new tires as your old ones wore down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;We went through tough ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;s as well. I dropped railroad ties on your back left side and then never took you to the body doctor to get cos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;tically repaired. I ran you into a guardrail once. (I’m sorry.) Nu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;rous random strangers penetrated your back right side, groping you for anything they could, usually only taking your voicebox. You’ll re&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;mber I always replaced it with another radio, but after the 4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; or 5&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;, I knew you couldn’t take it much more, so I did us both a favor and gave you back your original factory radio. It wasn’t that you were old, you were just getting seasoned and looked better au natural. You didn’t need anything to help push-up your volu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;. Steady and even-tempered were always your best traits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I hear it’s still possible that you’ll co&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; back. It’s what ‘they’ tell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;. &lt;i style=""&gt;They&lt;/i&gt; even say it’s possible within a week or two, but if it’s longer than three weeks and you still haven’t co&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;, they’ll take your na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; off the milk carton and put another tick on the old bed post. I promise, I’ll give you a na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; you deserve. I’ll take you in for routine check-ups. After we frolic anywhere, I’ll lather you silly and tickle your tires with brushes so full and soap so bubbly, that the cars next to you and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; will blush and look away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I miss you. Please co&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;(PS. I’m sorry I got pissed that one ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; and permanently blinded you. We’ll have to do so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;thing about your windshield.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;PSS. You know the SUV which sleeps next to your bed? We’ll he looks like he’s been crying.) (But that may also be the rain. I’m still up in the air about it.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;PPSS. (I think I’m going to chalk it up as crying.) ++&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-5372163757731590950?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/feeds/5372163757731590950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056868&amp;postID=5372163757731590950' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/5372163757731590950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/5372163757731590950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/2007/11/oh-where-art-thou.html' title='MY STOLEN CAR'/><author><name>jay.c.b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343305355734250628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056868.post-3306805984865141302</id><published>2007-11-16T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T09:08:50.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S JEFF'S DAY</title><content type='html'>++ HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO my younger brother Jeff! He's a squirrelly 25 now. Primed and ready for lower car insurance rates. Twenty-five and still alive! Twenty-five without a wife! Twenty-five and ready to jive! Twenty-five and ready for life! Twenty-five and going to a dive! Twenty-five and going to to give...wait...oh, you tricked me English with your funny pronunciation rules, you tricked me. ++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-3306805984865141302?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/feeds/3306805984865141302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056868&amp;postID=3306805984865141302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/3306805984865141302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/3306805984865141302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-jeffs-day.html' title='IT&apos;S JEFF&apos;S DAY'/><author><name>jay.c.b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343305355734250628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056868.post-7788817088612088573</id><published>2007-10-31T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T13:51:01.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NOVEMBER FAMILY AND COHORTS</title><content type='html'>++ IT'S GOING TO be a busy month at Hotel Blackburn.&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad are coming to visit November 1-11.&lt;br /&gt;Jeff is coming the week after from November 15-28.&lt;br /&gt;Steve and Beth are coming to visit Seattle November 30-December 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I still have all of the weekly and daily events to do and luckily everyone are big boys and big girls and don't need to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;constantly &lt;/span&gt;entertained. Not that I wouldn't enjoy constantly entertaining family and friends, but I know I can't even stand myself 24 hours a day which is why I go to sleep for 8 hours a day, so I can get away and have a little break from myself. Ha. It should be an active month. I've twenty hours left to clean in preparation...++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-7788817088612088573?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/feeds/7788817088612088573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056868&amp;postID=7788817088612088573' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/7788817088612088573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/7788817088612088573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/2007/10/november-family-and-cohorts.html' title='NOVEMBER FAMILY AND COHORTS'/><author><name>jay.c.b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343305355734250628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056868.post-3514544752733394579</id><published>2007-10-30T14:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T15:00:37.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NOTES FROM THE CENTERLINE</title><content type='html'>++ NOBODY LIKES A REFEREE. There is one call that a referee can make in any sport to make everyone happy. No matter what is called, someone is going to complain and whoever gets the foul called on them is going to second guess you, pretty much without fail. It takes a much more patience and focus than most jobs, because everyone is watching and everyone is going to catch all of the referee's mistakes. The second the referee loses focus and zones out is the (only) time when something is going to happen and they're going to miss it. Once a call is missed, it's all downhill from there.  There is a fine line between calling fouls and stopping the game every five seconds and letting the game play. Too many whistles and the game lacks continuity, too few whistles and the game gets rough and people start to get injured. Being fair and calling a fair game shouldn't be an issue. Overaggressive teams make for hard games to referee, because they'll always get the fouls called on them and never think it's a foul. So when every whistle goes against them, they start to complain that it's not fair. It's probably one of the most thankless jobs I've ever worked. ++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-3514544752733394579?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/feeds/3514544752733394579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056868&amp;postID=3514544752733394579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/3514544752733394579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/3514544752733394579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/2007/10/referee-notes-from-pitch.html' title='NOTES FROM THE CENTERLINE'/><author><name>jay.c.b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343305355734250628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056868.post-7787424727675091268</id><published>2007-10-25T09:09:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T09:59:19.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KEYWORD ANALYSIS</title><content type='html'>++ HERE ARE THE various words and phrases people have used in different search engines which led them to somehow find a link to this website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: 616px; height: 1017px;" class="standard"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;Number&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;Percentage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;Search Term&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent2Left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://my9.statcounter.com/project/standard/drill_down.php?keyword_term=jessicalee67"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent2Right"&gt;4&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent2Right"&gt;6.35%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent2Left"&gt;jessicalee67&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent1Left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://my9.statcounter.com/project/standard/drill_down.php?keyword_term=coors+light%2C+i+love+football+on+tv"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent1Right"&gt;4&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent1Right"&gt;6.35%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent1Left"&gt;coors light, i love football on tv&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent2Left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://my9.statcounter.com/project/standard/drill_down.php?keyword_term=designsnob.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent2Right"&gt;4&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent2Right"&gt;6.35%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent2Left"&gt;designsnob.com&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent1Left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://my9.statcounter.com/project/standard/drill_down.php?keyword_term=kiera+kippins"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent1Right"&gt;3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent1Right"&gt;4.76%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent1Left"&gt;kiera kippins&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent2Left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://my9.statcounter.com/project/standard/drill_down.php?keyword_term=jay+c+blackburn"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent2Right"&gt;3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent2Right"&gt;4.76%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent2Left"&gt;jay c blackburn&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent1Left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://my9.statcounter.com/project/standard/drill_down.php?keyword_term=grete+bigert"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent1Right"&gt;3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent1Right"&gt;4.76%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent1Left"&gt;grete bigert&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent2Left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://my9.statcounter.com/project/standard/drill_down.php?keyword_term=heide+archietcture"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent2Right"&gt;2&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent2Right"&gt;3.17%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent2Left"&gt;heide archietcture&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent1Left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://my9.statcounter.com/project/standard/drill_down.php?keyword_term=chronic+lymphocytic+leukemia"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent1Right"&gt;2&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent1Right"&gt;3.17%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent1Left"&gt;chronic lymphocytic leukemia&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent2Left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://my9.statcounter.com/project/standard/drill_down.php?keyword_term=designsnob"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent2Right"&gt;2&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent2Right"&gt;3.17%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent2Left"&gt;designsnob&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent1Left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://my9.statcounter.com/project/standard/drill_down.php?keyword_term=adam+purath"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent1Right"&gt;1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent1Right"&gt;1.59%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent1Left"&gt;adam purath&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent2Left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://my9.statcounter.com/project/standard/drill_down.php?keyword_term=why+does+skyline+chili+smell+funny%3F"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent2Right"&gt;1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent2Right"&gt;1.59%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent2Left"&gt;why does skyline chili smell funny?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent1Left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://my9.statcounter.com/project/standard/drill_down.php?keyword_term=geo+chaching"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent1Right"&gt;1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent1Right"&gt;1.59%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent1Left"&gt;geo chaching&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent2Left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://my9.statcounter.com/project/standard/drill_down.php?keyword_term=jay+mitchell-lighthouse"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent2Right"&gt;1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent2Right"&gt;1.59%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent2Left"&gt;jay mitchell-lighthouse&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent1Left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://my9.statcounter.com/project/standard/drill_down.php?keyword_term=i+love+burritos+at+4am"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent1Right"&gt;1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent1Right"&gt;1.59%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent1Left"&gt;i love burritos at 4am&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent2Left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://my9.statcounter.com/project/standard/drill_down.php?keyword_term=the+veils+the+leavers+dance"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent2Right"&gt;1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent2Right"&gt;1.59%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent2Left"&gt;the veils the leavers dance&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent1Left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://my9.statcounter.com/project/standard/drill_down.php?keyword_term=beauty+in+its+various+forms+appeals+to+you+-++meaning"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent1Right"&gt;1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent1Right"&gt;1.59%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent1Left"&gt;beauty in its various forms appeals to you -  meaning&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent2Left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://my9.statcounter.com/project/standard/drill_down.php?keyword_term=bigert%2C+grete"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent2Right"&gt;1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent2Right"&gt;1.59%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent2Left"&gt;bigert, grete&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent1Left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://my9.statcounter.com/project/standard/drill_down.php?keyword_term=alyson+ianitti"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent1Right"&gt;1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent1Right"&gt;1.59%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent1Left"&gt;alyson ianitti&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent2Left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://my9.statcounter.com/project/standard/drill_down.php?keyword_term=soccer+phenom"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent2Right"&gt;1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent2Right"&gt;1.59%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent2Left"&gt;soccer phenom&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent1Left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://my9.statcounter.com/project/standard/drill_down.php?keyword_term=hoa+items+stored+on+balconies"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent1Right"&gt;1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent1Right"&gt;1.59%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent1Left"&gt;hoa items stored on balconies&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent2Left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://my9.statcounter.com/project/standard/drill_down.php?keyword_term=bouldering+in+greenwich%2C+ct"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent2Right"&gt;1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent2Right"&gt;1.59%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent2Left"&gt;bouldering in greenwich, ct&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent1Left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://my9.statcounter.com/project/standard/drill_down.php?keyword_term=traveling+by+plane%28pros+++cons%29"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent1Right"&gt;1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent1Right"&gt;1.59%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent1Left"&gt;traveling by plane(pros   cons)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent2Left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://my9.statcounter.com/project/standard/drill_down.php?keyword_term=passionate+people"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent2Right"&gt;1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent2Right"&gt;1.59%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent2Left"&gt;passionate people&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent1Left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://my9.statcounter.com/project/standard/drill_down.php?keyword_term=disposable+heroes+of+hiphocrisy+song"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent1Right"&gt;1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent1Right"&gt;1.59%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent1Left"&gt;disposable heroes of hiphocrisy song&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent2Left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://my9.statcounter.com/project/standard/drill_down.php?keyword_term=windmill+tokyo+moon"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent2Right"&gt;1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent2Right"&gt;1.59%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent2Left"&gt;windmill tokyo moon&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent1Left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://my9.statcounter.com/project/standard/drill_down.php?keyword_term=bubble+tea+in+greenwich%2C+ct"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent1Right"&gt;1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent1Right"&gt;1.59%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent1Left"&gt;bubble tea in greenwich, ct&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent2Left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://my9.statcounter.com/project/standard/drill_down.php?keyword_term=apx+house+++cincinnati"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent2Right"&gt;1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent2Right"&gt;1.59%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent2Left"&gt;apx house   cincinnati&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent1Left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://my9.statcounter.com/project/standard/drill_down.php?keyword_term=rappel+without+a+harness"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent1Right"&gt;1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent1Right"&gt;1.59%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent1Right"&gt;1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent1Right"&gt;1.59%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent1Left"&gt;cincinnati homecoming bearcat run 2006 results 5k&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent2Left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://my9.statcounter.com/project/standard/drill_down.php?keyword_term=toilet+seat+up+weird+laws"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent2Right"&gt;1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent2Right"&gt;1.59%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: 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class="tableContent2Left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://my9.statcounter.com/project/standard/drill_down.php?keyword_term=letter+from+the+dog"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent2Right"&gt;1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent2Right"&gt;1.59%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent2Left"&gt;letter from the dog&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent1Left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://my9.statcounter.com/project/standard/drill_down.php?keyword_term=kayak+side+floating+barge"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent1Right"&gt;1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent1Right"&gt;1.59%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent1Left"&gt;kayak side floating barge&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent2Left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://my9.statcounter.com/project/standard/drill_down.php?keyword_term=i+love+burritos+at+four+am+parties+that+never+end+dogs+that+love+c"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent2Right"&gt;1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent2Right"&gt;1.59%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent2Left"&gt;i love burritos at four am parties that never end dogs that love c&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent1Left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://my9.statcounter.com/project/standard/drill_down.php?keyword_term=3000+word+paperhow+longto+write"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent1Right"&gt;1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent1Right"&gt;1.59%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent1Left"&gt;3000 word paperhow longto write&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent2Left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://my9.statcounter.com/project/standard/drill_down.php?keyword_term=maps+to+the+sky+we+can+create"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent2Right"&gt;1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent2Right"&gt;1.59%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent2Left"&gt;maps to the sky we can create&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent1Left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://my9.statcounter.com/project/standard/drill_down.php?keyword_term=i+love+pizza+at+4am+dogs+that+love+cats%2C+and+twins"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent1Right"&gt;1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent1Right"&gt;1.59%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent1Left"&gt;i love pizza at 4am dogs that love cats, and twins&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent2Left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://my9.statcounter.com/project/standard/drill_down.php?keyword_term=jay+blackburn+++seattle"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent2Right"&gt;1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent2Right"&gt;1.59%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent2Left"&gt;jay blackburn   seattle&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent1Left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://my9.statcounter.com/project/standard/drill_down.php?keyword_term=heathrow+loudspeaker+joke"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent1Right"&gt;1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent1Right"&gt;1.59%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent1Left"&gt;heathrow loudspeaker joke&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent2Left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://my9.statcounter.com/project/standard/drill_down.php?keyword_term=budget+trucks%2C+duct+tape%2C+hernia"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent2Right"&gt;1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent2Right"&gt;1.59%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent2Left"&gt;budget trucks, duct tape, hernia&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent1Left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://my9.statcounter.com/project/standard/drill_down.php?keyword_term=copper+wire+theft+puts+you+in+jail"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent1Right"&gt;1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent1Right"&gt;1.59%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent1Left"&gt;copper wire theft puts you in jail&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent2Left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://my9.statcounter.com/project/standard/drill_down.php?keyword_term=jason+emily+aj"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent2Right"&gt;1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent2Right"&gt;1.59%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tableContent2Left"&gt;jason emily aj&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-7787424727675091268?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/feeds/7787424727675091268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056868&amp;postID=7787424727675091268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/7787424727675091268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/7787424727675091268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/2007/10/keyword-analysis.html' title='KEYWORD ANALYSIS'/><author><name>jay.c.b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343305355734250628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056868.post-8833519704478170573</id><published>2007-10-24T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T09:15:58.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TWO JOB PERSON</title><content type='html'>++ I OFFICIALLY HAVE two jobs now. Well, the second job isn't so much a job as it is fun and really, it doesn't pay anything, minimum wage maybe? Can't be much more than that I don't think. I'm reffing Indoor Soccer down at Arena Sports for three to four hours a night, one night a week. I should make about enough money to pay for playing there, which is actually just dandy. I had to fill out a W-9 and take a test and everything and they told me when I file my taxes I have to take out my own taxes on the money I make there as I'm officially an independent contractor for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first night of reffing was this past Tuesday. I've reffed before, but that was 15 years ago and it was outdoor and I was a linesman and I was reffing 7 and 8 year olds. A totally different beast. The first game I just shadowed and sat behind the scoreboard and basically learned to use the scoreboard. The second and third games I worked half of the field with another ref and the fourth game I worked the whole game on my own. No one got hurt. No one got in a fight. I consider it a good first game reffing indoor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, what a lame post. ++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-8833519704478170573?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/feeds/8833519704478170573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056868&amp;postID=8833519704478170573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/8833519704478170573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/8833519704478170573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/2007/10/two-job-person.html' title='TWO JOB PERSON'/><author><name>jay.c.b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343305355734250628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056868.post-991698324756911805</id><published>2007-10-19T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T15:03:13.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CURLING SEASON</title><content type='html'>++ THAT'S RIGHT, CURLING season is back in session, with the addition of a second league (Men's Thursday Night Skip's Choice League) to the ever popular Friday Night Social League. Men's Thursday Night Skip's Choice is quite a bit more competitive than the FNL and full of dudes. (What did you expect, it's a Men's League.) Thursday's team is a reprise of last year's team, The Prodigal Son, Jeff, Mark, and myself. Friday has been altered slightly to accomodate the UC'ers. Mark, myself, The Rog, and Megan for the first half of the season with Zac substituting for the second half of the season. The old usuals are back for Friday night including Cisqo, Wick, Number One, Number Two, the arguing kids, the kilt guy, Caveman, Betty, and Jakie, however an absence can be felt with Sev, Shane, and Wandasiewicz. Good curling! ++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-991698324756911805?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/feeds/991698324756911805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056868&amp;postID=991698324756911805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/991698324756911805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/991698324756911805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/2007/10/curling-season.html' title='CURLING SEASON'/><author><name>jay.c.b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343305355734250628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056868.post-7646992613505645787</id><published>2007-10-12T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T08:51:09.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LINKED IN A FRIEND'S BLOG</title><content type='html'>++ LOOK AT ME! Look at me! I've been linked in &lt;a href="http://lifeincleveland.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-scavanger-hunt.html"&gt;Jeanne's blog&lt;/a&gt;. I've also added her to my sidebar under links. Jeanne's blog, &lt;a href="http://lifeincleveland.blogspot.com/"&gt;Life in Cleveland&lt;/a&gt;. Jeanne and I lived on the same floor Freshman year of college and graduated together twice. She is now married to Matt Stevenson, who also lived on the same floor Freshman year of college and graduated with us, twice. They now live in Cleveland. ++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-7646992613505645787?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/feeds/7646992613505645787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056868&amp;postID=7646992613505645787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/7646992613505645787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/7646992613505645787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/2007/10/linked-in-friends-blog.html' title='LINKED IN A FRIEND&apos;S BLOG'/><author><name>jay.c.b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343305355734250628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056868.post-2490481069777439510</id><published>2007-10-09T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T10:30:24.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>USE OF BALCONY FOR STORAGE</title><content type='html'>++ &lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Re: Written warning—Use of Balcony for Storage&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:date year="2007" day="8" month="10"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;October, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Dear Resident,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been observed that various items are being stored on your balcony.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I regret to inform you that this is considered a violation of the rules and Regulations.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Section 5 Common Areas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;(1)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;The balconies are decks of units are limited common areas that affect the outside appearance of the building, and thus the value of the building and it’s units.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(6)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Balconies and decks shall not be used for storage of things not reasonably intended or expected for balcony use.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Upon written notice, any items deemed by the Board in violation of this rules shall be removed within seven days. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;You have until October 15&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; to remove these items from your deck. Any further evidence of items left on your deck after this date will result in a $100 fine.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you need more information regarding this issue please contact me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you feel this information is not accurate, please address your concerns in writing and either&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;give them to myself or our property manager and they will be &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;passed on to the Board.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Thank you in advance for your cooperation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;On behalf of the Board of Directors,&lt;br /&gt;Resident Manager&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  .&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Fantastic. So, the item which probably set it off was the big light grey, non-offending coffin-box storage box for the rooftop of my car which when stood straight up on end, is ten feet tall and gray. To be fair, there were a few bags, but not a huge pile. Regardless, the rooftop storage box  was tucked back in a corner of the deck where only the two people who park at the very end of the dead end lot can see it. Well, those two people and the people who live in the condominium across the way. No one can see it from the street. One of those two people who park at the very end of that dead end lot is on the Board of Directors. Fine. I'll move it. So, I moved it into my unit, directly in front of the glass wall, about two feet away from where it stood and still in full plain view of the two people who park at the very end of that dead end lot. I hope their happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a tennis match now. Your serve Board of Director(s). ++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-2490481069777439510?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/feeds/2490481069777439510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056868&amp;postID=2490481069777439510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/2490481069777439510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/2490481069777439510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/2007/10/use-of-balcony-for-storage.html' title='USE OF BALCONY FOR STORAGE'/><author><name>jay.c.b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343305355734250628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056868.post-6673538408520454993</id><published>2007-10-04T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T13:19:09.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHICH WAY?</title><content type='html'>++ WHICH WAY should he go? To the right is a path. To the left is another path. Maybe he'll just sit there for a little bit and see which one shakes itself out to be the 'right' path. Patience my friend. Rome wasn't built in a day. But then again the empire was pretty much dismantled quite quickly. Be sure you're there waiting for a reason. Try not to linger there for too long. The day is coming to an end and the light is fading. Tomorrow is another day but it may bring about a different light. Save tonight, but look to the future. ++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-6673538408520454993?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/feeds/6673538408520454993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056868&amp;postID=6673538408520454993' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/6673538408520454993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/6673538408520454993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/2007/10/which-way.html' title='WHICH WAY?'/><author><name>jay.c.b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343305355734250628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056868.post-3677830543388056751</id><published>2007-10-02T14:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T14:31:01.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CONDO PROJECT #1</title><content type='html'>++ I MADE MY first condo improvement purchase. I bought paint stripper to take off the brown paint off of the mahogony treads. Turns out there is a layer of brown and a layer of bright baby blue which I can only assume is a layer of primer. The paint stripper is pretty toxic, so the work is being done outside on the deck. Not a hard process. Pour it on. Spread it out. Wait 30 seconds. Scrape. Repeat. However it doesn't take it off completely and it's hard to do toward the edges and on the bullnosed front edge and on any small edge. I haven't got to the end grain yet, but I have a feeling it's going to be even harder. It seems it would almost be easier to just fashion up some new treads out of some new wood.++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-3677830543388056751?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/feeds/3677830543388056751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056868&amp;postID=3677830543388056751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/3677830543388056751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/3677830543388056751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/2007/10/condo-project-1.html' title='CONDO PROJECT #1'/><author><name>jay.c.b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343305355734250628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056868.post-3179399772199552947</id><published>2007-10-01T09:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T10:00:33.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE STEP FORWARD...</title><content type='html'>++ ONE STEP BACK. Little shaky, but I suppose it's even keel. Try not to lean too far one way or another. That water can be icy cold or it could be quite warm. Maybe you'll never know unless you jump in. Or maybe it's best to stay dry.++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-3179399772199552947?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/feeds/3179399772199552947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056868&amp;postID=3179399772199552947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/3179399772199552947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/3179399772199552947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/2007/10/one-step-forward.html' title='ONE STEP FORWARD...'/><author><name>jay.c.b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343305355734250628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056868.post-4454325666881178274</id><published>2007-09-24T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T11:10:33.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ADAM AND GRETE'S WEDDING DAY</title><content type='html'>++ &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;TO THE AIRPORT. Yeah, I’m 3 hours early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;Side trip with Jeff to Wendy’s for a last supper.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The obligatory Peach Rings. I don’t even really want them.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 hours of catch up sleep.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain? In &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;Orange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;County&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;? Really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;Orange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;County&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;? Really?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hertz Mazda 3.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gulfstream as Ryan, Megan, Doug, Laurie, and Adam are leaving.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok then, 7 steps back to the car and follow Adam to the hotel.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain. Not just rain, but downpour rain. As in they gave us another room so we wouldn’t have to go out in the rain, rain.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotel bar. Key Li&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt; Martinis and Gin and Tonics.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ordered room service for the first ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt; ever. Tasty 2:00am room service pizza.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving two cars from the Valet Parking Lot to the Self-Park Parking Lot. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the .. do you start Adam’s fancy fancy car. Oh, you have to press down on the brake? Ok, I’m clearly not fancy enough to drive this thing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop by the front desk on the way back in. Pay for half of the room. Shh. Finger to the lips.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;In bed. Wake up at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="30" hour="16"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;4:30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;. Turn off the television.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="10"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;10am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt; already? “You can change the station. I couldn’t find a football ga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt; I cared about.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still looks cloudy outside.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out. “Wow, that’s a lot cheaper than I thought it’d be. About half. Weird.” “Yeah Adam. Weird.” (Shh. Hehe.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to his place to pick up the suit he forgot. (Texting Grete to make sure she’s out of the apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;nt.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;French Dip with au jus which needs more salt at Oceans 33.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick up Ryan and Megan at their hotel.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s the Purath family. They all still look the sa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;. .. with the addition of Andy and Kelly’s two kids.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the Surf and Sand Resort.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooo. Valet parking. Down the line, Lamborghini, Lotus, H2, Lexus, the ‘cheap car’ BMW, …and my Mazda 3. How out of place am I?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;9&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; floor Top of the Surf with an amazing ocean view. My it’s loud. Are those earplugs on the night stand?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the car to move the beer from the trunk to the room for the ‘Bigert/Purath After Party.’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason shows up in the two seater Inifiniti. Move the $5000 speakers to the reception room. One of them is DOA. Ha.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="30" hour="15"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt; and Adam is still in shorts and a T-shirt trying to get the speaker to work. Wedding starts at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="16"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;4:00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the room. 3:40. Adam starts to get dressed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="50" hour="15"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt; we’re supposed to be downstairs. Adam is almost done getting dressed. They can’t start without him, right?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Is it hot in here or is it just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;? I feel like I could puke from my toes down.” Silence. Laughter. “It’s Go-ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt; Adam.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the beach. An aisle made from flower petals. 20 feet from the ocean. Ryan’s acoustical guitar Canon in D. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunny. The sound of the ocean.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 bare feet friends and family gather around closer. ‘So&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;where over the Rainbow’ drowned out by the crashing waves.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam handso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt; in his linen suit. Grete beautiful in her wedding dress. The minister in her white robe. The ocean in the background. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone takes four steps closer to the hotel as high tide makes it’s debut.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I do.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I do.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You may now kiss the bride.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos. With the Bride and Groom. With the Bride and Groom and the baby. With the family. With the other family. With both families. With friends. With Everyone.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back upstairs to change from sandals to actual shoes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the reception. Appetizers and more gin and tonics. Less Key Li&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt; Martinis. Phase 1 music&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dinner table. A UCLA Professor. A computer program&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;r for a condom manufacturer/distributor to the UN. A theatrical makeup artist. A carpenter for the (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;Lincoln&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;’s) Ford Theater. An airline pilot. An industrial engineer for El&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;r’s Glue. The token architect. A regional manager for a Top 100 company. A fireman. How cool is that table? (Phase 2 music.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner talk over anti-pasta, seafood ravioli, and beef tenderloin. Did you know there are 95 different sizes of condoms? I didn’t either. Nor do I care. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shots of Patrón. More gin and tonics.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter phase 3 music. Wait, it sounds just like phase 1 and 2.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cigars and Patrón margaritinas. Yeah, that’s spelled right. It’s a shaken margarita by John the bartender.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="30" hour="22"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:30 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;. &lt;s&gt;Bigert&lt;/s&gt; Purath/Purath After Party in room 298. Rose petals on the floor and bed with sultry music. Good thing all their friends are here.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan and Drew are talking about babies and marriage. I think I’m in the wrong conversation. Wait, they are the only people here I know. Guess I’ll stay and contribute nothing to the conversation. Water. Water. Water. Water.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="1"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:00 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;. Yeah, it’s ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt; to leave. Wait for the valet guy. Wait so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt; more. 15 minute drive to my hotel.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="2"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:00 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt; check in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="3" hour="2"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;2:03 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt; bedti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch and margaritas at Las Brisas in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;Laguna Beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt; with Ryan, Megan, Jason, Adam, and Grete..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to feed the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;ter more money. Congratulations. See you hopefully sooner than later.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk the shops at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;Laguna Beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt; for 5 hours. Looking for a present. Feed the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;ter again. Postcards.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I forgot to give Adam and Grete their wedding card. Guess I’ll have to mail it when I get back ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the airport. I vaguely know my way around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;Orange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;County&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt; now. Map? I don’t need no stinkin’ map. Wait, yes I do.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check-in. “Is this flight full?” “Yes.” “Ok, thanks.” McDonalds and sitting and waiting. Reading the news on my phone.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;Alaska&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt; flight 497 to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;Seattle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt; leaving at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="20" hour="8"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;8:20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt; has been changed from gate 10 to gate 8.” Shuffle shuffle shuffle.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="17" hour="20"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:17 PM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt; Board plane. Window seat 27a. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="20" hour="20"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;8:20 PM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt; Zzzz. Zzzzzz.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seattle! “Jeff, we landed.” “Ok, I’ll head out now and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;et you outside in a bit.” “Thank you.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt; sweet ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;. Yes, it feels like ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt; now. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unexpected house-warming present from Jeff and Betsy on the couch. It’s perfect.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a beautiful wedding. What a perfect weekend.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for letting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt; be a part of your special day.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Congratulations Adam and Grete! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-4454325666881178274?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/feeds/4454325666881178274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056868&amp;postID=4454325666881178274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/4454325666881178274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/4454325666881178274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/2007/09/adam-and-gretes-wedding-day.html' title='ADAM AND GRETE&apos;S WEDDING DAY'/><author><name>jay.c.b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343305355734250628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056868.post-6167974617796638680</id><published>2007-09-21T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T10:24:39.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LEAVING ON A JET PLANE</title><content type='html'>++ OFF TO GRETE'S and Adam's (and Rainn's) wedding in the OC for the weekend! Sunny sunny CA.&lt;br /&gt;Wait, the weather this weekend is to be just as cold there as it is in Seattle. ++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-6167974617796638680?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/feeds/6167974617796638680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056868&amp;postID=6167974617796638680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/6167974617796638680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/6167974617796638680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/2007/09/leaving-on-jet-plane.html' title='LEAVING ON A JET PLANE'/><author><name>jay.c.b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343305355734250628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056868.post-6074601794595587259</id><published>2007-09-20T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T10:25:28.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BEARCATS</title><content type='html'>++ YES, BEARCATS ARE more than just the &lt;a href="http://images.google.com/images?hl=en&amp;amp;q=bearcats&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;sa=N&amp;amp;tab=wi"&gt;University of Cincinnati's Mascot, they're also real animals.&lt;/a&gt; Yes, I'm talking to you. ++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-6074601794595587259?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/feeds/6074601794595587259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056868&amp;postID=6074601794595587259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/6074601794595587259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/6074601794595587259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/2007/09/bearcats.html' title='BEARCATS'/><author><name>jay.c.b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343305355734250628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056868.post-3155991615719205425</id><published>2007-09-14T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T11:08:44.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MUSIC ON MY MIND</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:gray;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: gray; font-family: Arial;"&gt;++ A LIST OF recent songs which makes me click the mouse button just a little faster:&lt;br /&gt;Artist - Song - Album&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:gray;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: gray; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Bews - Uniroyal - Cassidy&lt;br /&gt;Blue Scholars -  Bayani - Bayani&lt;br /&gt;Blue Scholars  - 50K  Deep - Bayani&lt;br /&gt;Cloudcult - Chain  Reaction - The Meaning of 8&lt;br /&gt;Cloudcult - Take Your Medicine - The Meaning of 8&lt;br /&gt;Deerhunter - Fluorescent  Grey&lt;br /&gt;Feist - My Moon My  Man - The Remainder&lt;br /&gt;Gotye -  A Distinctive Sound&lt;br /&gt;Gus Gus -  Polyesterday - Polydistortion&lt;br /&gt;Iron and  Wine - Boy with a  Coin - Boy with a Coin&lt;br /&gt;Jamie T - So Lonely was the  Ballad - Panic Prevention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:gray;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: gray; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Jamie T - Sheila - Panic Prevention&lt;br /&gt;Jason  Isbel - In &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:gray;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: gray; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Arazor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:gray;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: gray; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:gray;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: gray; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:gray;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: gray; font-family: Arial;"&gt; -  Sirens of the Ditch&lt;br /&gt;Kings of  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:gray;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: gray; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Leon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:gray;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: gray; font-family: Arial;"&gt; - Knocked  Up - Because of the Ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:gray;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: gray; font-family: Arial;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:gray;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: gray; font-family: Arial;"&gt;s&lt;br /&gt;Maps - To the  Sky - We can Create&lt;br /&gt;Modest Mouse - Missed the  Boat - We were Dead before the Ship even Sank&lt;br /&gt;Pantha Du Prince -  Moonstruck - The Bliss&lt;br /&gt;Peter Bjorn and John - The Chills - Writer’s Block&lt;br /&gt;Plan  B - Latchkey  Kig - (V/A) Butter&lt;br /&gt;Shout Out Louds - Tonight I have to leave  it - Our Ill Wills&lt;br /&gt;Shout Out  Louds - Very  Loud - Howl Howl Gaff Gaff&lt;br /&gt;Tegan &amp; Sara - The  Con - The Con&lt;br /&gt;The Album Leaf - Always for  You - Into the Blue Again&lt;br /&gt;The Cinematic Orchestra - To Build a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:gray;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: gray; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:gray;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: gray; font-family: Arial;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:gray;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: gray; font-family: Arial;"&gt; -  Ma Fleur&lt;br /&gt;The Disposable Heroes  of Hiphocrisy - Television The Drug of the Nation - Hypocrisy is  the Greatest Luxery&lt;br /&gt;The National - Fake  Empire - Boxer&lt;br /&gt;The National - Green  Gloves - Boxer&lt;br /&gt;The National - Start a  War - Boxer&lt;br /&gt;The Sun - We  Tried - Bla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:gray;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: gray; font-family: Arial;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:gray;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: gray; font-family: Arial;"&gt; it on the  Youth&lt;br /&gt;The Veils - The Leavers  Dance - The Runaway Found&lt;br /&gt;Tranquility  Bass - They Co&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:gray;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: gray; font-family: Arial;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:gray;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: gray; font-family: Arial;"&gt; in  Peace - (V/A) This Aint Trip Hop?&lt;br /&gt;Tricky - Black  Steel - Maxinquaye&lt;br /&gt;Walker Kong - We are the Falling  Stars - Deliver us from People&lt;br /&gt;Wax Tailor - The  Tune - Hope &amp;  Sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Wild Sweet Orange - Ten Dead  Dogs - We Have Co&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:gray;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: gray; font-family: Arial;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:gray;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: gray; font-family: Arial;"&gt; to be  Uneasy&lt;br /&gt;Windmill - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:gray;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: gray; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Tokyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:gray;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: gray; font-family: Arial;"&gt;  Moon - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:gray;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: gray; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Puddle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:gray;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: gray; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:gray;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: gray; font-family: Arial;"&gt;City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:gray;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: gray; font-family: Arial;"&gt; Racing  Lights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-3155991615719205425?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/feeds/3155991615719205425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056868&amp;postID=3155991615719205425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/3155991615719205425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/3155991615719205425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/2007/09/music-on-my-mind.html' title='MUSIC ON MY MIND'/><author><name>jay.c.b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343305355734250628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056868.post-8185935462853247422</id><published>2007-09-04T12:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T12:39:27.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M ANGRY TODAY</title><content type='html'>++ AND I DON'T know why.  (Well, actually I probably do.)++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-8185935462853247422?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/feeds/8185935462853247422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056868&amp;postID=8185935462853247422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/8185935462853247422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/8185935462853247422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-angry-today.html' title='I&apos;M ANGRY TODAY'/><author><name>jay.c.b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343305355734250628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056868.post-5834920823372770572</id><published>2007-08-31T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T11:36:40.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LAST CALL AT ALLEY 24</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;++ I MOVED THE last of my stuff out of the old apartment last night. With Zac and his friend Tommy there, it went quite smoothly and quickly.&lt;br /&gt;Sweep the upstairs carpet. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clean the upstairs bathroom. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clean the oven. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dust &lt;b style=""&gt;everything&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweep the downstairs floor. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pile load number one into the car. Drive to the new place. Unpile load number one into the new place. Rinse and repeat three more times. And then on load number four, with one more load to go, at 2AM, parked in the 30 minute loading tow zone, I opened the trunk, turned the key, pulled the key and it broke...in half. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spare key you say? Yup, I wish I had one. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call AAA.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A visit from the locksmith.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="3"&gt;3AM&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! (Maybe not as enthusiastic as I might read that, because it’s &lt;b style=""&gt;3AM&lt;/b&gt;.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go get load number five.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drop off load number five and Zac and Tommy.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to friends’ house to help them clean and paint.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="4"&gt;4AM&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prime the red wall, white.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="5"&gt;5AM&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wipe down the walls.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="6"&gt;6AM&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paint the wall white.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dawn is breaking. (What a funny saying. I’m thinking birds chirping, yellow dishsoap, eggs being cracked open on a skillet, the smell of bacon. Pigs. A farm. Corn. An annual festival in my childhood hometown at the park just around the corner. Bikes. An old childhood friend. Fire in origami balls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Ping&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Pong. An endless tournament of three people. Brian Saunders. Two hand touch football. A stolen bike retrieved…)&lt;br /&gt;(Where am I again?)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight all, er, Good Morning all.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my new place.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t wake the boys.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upstairs to bed. Jeans still on.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey, you going to work?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah. What time is it?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="50" hour="19"&gt;7:50&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“OK”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah.”&lt;br /&gt;++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-5834920823372770572?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/feeds/5834920823372770572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056868&amp;postID=5834920823372770572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/5834920823372770572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/5834920823372770572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/2007/08/last-day-at-alley-24.html' title='LAST CALL AT ALLEY 24'/><author><name>jay.c.b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343305355734250628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056868.post-1016636821517294976</id><published>2007-08-28T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T15:27:16.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HALF-SIZED WATER HEATER</title><content type='html'>++ I CANNOT FILL the bath tub up full with hot water. It turns luke cold about one third of the way and ice cold by two thirds of the way. ++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-1016636821517294976?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/feeds/1016636821517294976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056868&amp;postID=1016636821517294976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/1016636821517294976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/1016636821517294976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/2007/08/half-sized-water-heater.html' title='HALF-SIZED WATER HEATER'/><author><name>jay.c.b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343305355734250628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056868.post-44735199379470713</id><published>2007-08-27T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T12:17:09.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SKYLINE CHILI</title><content type='html'>++ I MUST MAKE a better effort at remembering to not wear anything white on the days I bring Skyline Chili for lunch. Grr. ++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-44735199379470713?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/feeds/44735199379470713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056868&amp;postID=44735199379470713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/44735199379470713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/44735199379470713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/2007/08/skyline-chili.html' title='SKYLINE CHILI'/><author><name>jay.c.b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343305355734250628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056868.post-1900720375460415636</id><published>2007-08-14T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T06:31:28.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOME OWNERS ASSOCIATION MEETING</title><content type='html'>++ I WENT TO my first Home Owners Association meeting. It's quite weird. Introductions go something like this: "Hi, I'm Laurie, #309." "Hi, Mike, #109, one floor below and to the right." "Hi there, #209, Lisa." "Hi, I'm Jay, #213, just moved in a week and a half ago."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six random observations from the two hour eighteen minute meeting of a one side single sheet agenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;We have all been reduced to a first name and a three digit number.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everyone has issues about noise.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My building is full of architects. Of the nine people that were at the meeting, three on the Board of Directors, there were four architects there. One worked for Mithun, one worked for NBBJ, one for some other office, and me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everyone has issues about other units smoking wafting into their open windows.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No one in the building has a backyard, but they somehow still have a NIMBY syndrome.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Every building has at least one of each stereotypical tenant. It's fantastic. ++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-1900720375460415636?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/feeds/1900720375460415636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056868&amp;postID=1900720375460415636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/1900720375460415636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/1900720375460415636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/2007/08/home-owners-association-meeting.html' title='HOME OWNERS ASSOCIATION MEETING'/><author><name>jay.c.b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343305355734250628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056868.post-1907078395890055109</id><published>2007-08-13T10:42:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T06:19:34.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FRANCIS AND WENDY</title><content type='html'>++ HAVE BEEN IN town since last Wednesday and sleeping downstairs on an air mattress. It's been actually quite nice to have visitors in town that don't need to be babysat. I gave them a key and told them to make themselves at home. I need to go to work, but we'll meet up afterwards for a bite to eat and a drink and maybe a little bit of video games.  It's too bad they're leaving tomorrow morning. ++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-1907078395890055109?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/feeds/1907078395890055109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056868&amp;postID=1907078395890055109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/1907078395890055109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/1907078395890055109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/2007/08/francis-and-wendy_13.html' title='FRANCIS AND WENDY'/><author><name>jay.c.b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343305355734250628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056868.post-3984327325991736888</id><published>2007-08-01T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T09:16:46.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*PSST.* PART FOUR</title><content type='html'>++ I SLEPT AT the new place for the first time last night. I must have been either fantastically tired or fantastically comfortable there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired theories:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I played a soccer game last night.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It was 12:42 AM by the time I turned off all of the lights and hopped in bed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I just finished playing 5 games of soccer in four days.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The whole process has been fun, seemless, but tiring.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comfortable theories:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;First time in two years since I've slept with open windows. Fresh air is great.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No one was downstairs sleeping on the couch.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It was a bit cool because of the open windows which always makes me sleep well.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my place!&lt;/span&gt; I'm still giddy! ++&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-3984327325991736888?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/feeds/3984327325991736888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056868&amp;postID=3984327325991736888' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/3984327325991736888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/3984327325991736888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/2007/07/psst-part-four.html' title='*PSST.* PART FOUR'/><author><name>jay.c.b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343305355734250628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056868.post-6934418794513158350</id><published>2007-07-31T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T08:59:21.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*PSST.* PART THREE</title><content type='html'>++ I PICKED UP the keys today! It's a little dirty from the furniture staging people moving their stuff out of the condo and not cleaning up after themselves. Nothing a once over with the vacuum can't solve though. I technically can't move anything in until I set up a moving date with the resident manager, but I can get a few things in just so I can stay there tonight. Hopefully it's not a hassle. The condo has more rules than any of the apartments I've ever lived in. It must be because everyone has a stake in the common areas and want to make sure they aren't responsible for paying for anything they shouldn't have to pay for. The 'House Rules' are possible a bit 40 pages too overwhelming. ++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-6934418794513158350?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/feeds/6934418794513158350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056868&amp;postID=6934418794513158350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/6934418794513158350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/6934418794513158350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/2007/08/psst-part-three.html' title='*PSST.* PART THREE'/><author><name>jay.c.b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343305355734250628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056868.post-4743926868834552441</id><published>2007-07-27T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T09:18:09.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*PSST.* PART TWO</title><content type='html'>++ I JUST SIGNED the closing documents and wired a ridiculous amount of money to the escrow company's bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giddy? yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Anxious? a little.&lt;br /&gt;Heartburn? like no other. ++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-4743926868834552441?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/feeds/4743926868834552441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056868&amp;postID=4743926868834552441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/4743926868834552441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/4743926868834552441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/2007/07/psst-part-two.html' title='*PSST.* PART TWO'/><author><name>jay.c.b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343305355734250628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056868.post-4499298371319671826</id><published>2007-07-17T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T09:18:29.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*PSST.* PART ONE</title><content type='html'>++ (I THINK I just bought a condo.) I'm going giddy!++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-4499298371319671826?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/feeds/4499298371319671826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056868&amp;postID=4499298371319671826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/4499298371319671826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/4499298371319671826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/2007/07/psst.html' title='*PSST.* PART ONE'/><author><name>jay.c.b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343305355734250628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056868.post-7117544151068988847</id><published>2007-07-13T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T09:16:16.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ALL NATION'S CUP</title><content type='html'>++ &lt;a href="http://www.allnationscup.org/"&gt;ALL NATION'S CUP&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm playing for the Iranian team.  Here's the nitty gritty:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full tournament schedule &lt;a href="http://allnationscup.org/Tournament/The+Games/Qualifiers+Games+Schedule/default.aspx"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;07/14 - 12:30 PM - Field 3 - Iran vs. El Salvador&lt;br /&gt;07/14 - 8:00  PM - Field 4 - Iran vs. Brasil (Quarterfinal Team last year)&lt;br /&gt;07/15 - 4:00 PM - Stadium - Iran vs. Vietnam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Championship Game : 07/29 - 5:30 PM - Memorial Stadium (Seattle Center)&lt;br /&gt;Games are at &lt;a href="http://allnationscup.org/Tournament/How+to+get+there%21/default.aspx"&gt;Starfire Sports Complex&lt;/a&gt; in Tukwila. &lt;a href="http://allnationscup.org/Default.aspx?TabId=74"&gt;Tickets&lt;/a&gt; are $5/day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is also a bunch of other world &lt;a href="http://allnationscup.org/Tournament/The+Festival/Performance+Schedule/default.aspx"&gt;festivities&lt;/a&gt; going on besides soccer throughout the two week tournament. ++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-7117544151068988847?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/feeds/7117544151068988847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056868&amp;postID=7117544151068988847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/7117544151068988847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/7117544151068988847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/2007/07/all-nations-cup.html' title='ALL NATION&apos;S CUP'/><author><name>jay.c.b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343305355734250628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056868.post-3191374656302401875</id><published>2007-07-11T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T11:25:48.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THOUGHTS AND PRAYERS</title><content type='html'>++ ARE WITH YOU. I've had to to do research on leukemia as I know nothing about it. Some facts I've found:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;There doesn't seem to be a complete and whole cure for Leukemia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are four types of leukemia. I think (hope) he has the 'mildest' case (is there such a thing) which is &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leukemia#Chronic_Lymphocytic_Leukemia_.28CLL.29"&gt;Chronic Lymphocytic Leukemia (CLL)&lt;/a&gt;. CLL is a type of cancer where the bone marrow makes too many lymphocytes, which is a type of white blood cell. Basically, as the unhealthy white blood cells divide, they make less room for healthy white and red blood cells as well as platelets, which results in the body's inability or decreased ability to fight infection. This also can bring on anemia and easy bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Life expectancy is 3-20 years, depending on how far it has progressed. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are five stages of progression. The doctors think it's only in it's first stage, which I suppose is the best as far as options and treatments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;At least five different kinds of treatment are options: 1. Watch and wait. 2. Radiation. 3. Chemotherapy. 4. Surgery. 5. Monoclonal antibody therapy. For some reason I always thought chemotherapy involved being exposed to some sort x-ray or radiation, but turns out that's Radiation Therapy. Chemotherapy, as it turns out, involves drugs to stop the growth of cancer cells either by killing the cells or stopping the cells from dividing. There seem to be clinical trials of alternative treatments out in the field, but they are clinical in nature, so there is no assurance the treatment will have any affect, let alone a positive affect as each person is likely to react differently. They've sent away for pills, so I guess the treatments they are using are a combination of watch and wait and chemotherapy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;How does one tell someone else that they may have a disease which could be fatal?&lt;br /&gt;How would I respond to someone telling me I had an 'incurable' disease?&lt;br /&gt;What a sad thought. ++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-3191374656302401875?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/feeds/3191374656302401875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056868&amp;postID=3191374656302401875' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/3191374656302401875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/3191374656302401875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/2007/07/thoughts-and-prayers.html' title='THOUGHTS AND PRAYERS'/><author><name>jay.c.b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343305355734250628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056868.post-1683917575884567789</id><published>2007-06-26T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T17:30:07.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PS AND THE OC</title><content type='html'>++ FIRST TIME STAYING in a hotel by myself. There are so many stations with cable TV!&lt;br /&gt;103 degrees at 11 AM.&lt;br /&gt;"Copper wire theft puts you in jail!"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm paying." "FU." "TFB."&lt;br /&gt;El Pollo Loco fastfood.&lt;br /&gt;MJ followed by Devo over the speakers in Denny's.&lt;br /&gt;First sit-down meal in a restaurant by myself.&lt;br /&gt;Guy driving golf cart down the sidewalk.&lt;br /&gt;Rocky Theme Song as a ringtone for the 65 year old guy.&lt;br /&gt;"I can't wait for all of this to be over."&lt;br /&gt;"Is that a name?"&lt;br /&gt;Overbearing wedding co-ordinator who likes to make fun of the wedding party.&lt;br /&gt;9.14 PM and it's 99 degrees outside right now.&lt;br /&gt;"Hi Jay. It's Roger Thomas, Jay..."&lt;br /&gt;"Are you nervous?"&lt;br /&gt;"Congratulations Cheryl and Todd. I mean Mark! Cheryl and Mark!"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm mad at you for breaking girls' hearts."&lt;br /&gt;"You're one button and one clasp away from a good night."&lt;br /&gt;"Is he alright to drive home?" "Probably not, but I've seen him worse and still drive home?"&lt;br /&gt;"No, Top Pot Doughnuts ships them every morning fresh from LA."&lt;br /&gt;"So BW3 is about 40 minutes out of the way each way." "Perfect, let's go."&lt;br /&gt;"Wow! Rainn is so small!"&lt;br /&gt;Crowded Laguna Beach.&lt;br /&gt;Cranky baby.&lt;br /&gt;Grete with a fever of 101 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;Agora Churrascaria. Tasty skewered meat.&lt;br /&gt;Old photos and childhood stories.&lt;br /&gt;Oh the cot.&lt;br /&gt;A walk around the lake at the park with Grete and Rainn.&lt;br /&gt;Laguna Niguel Bakery and Cafe. California Panini.&lt;br /&gt;Rainn likes riding in the car.&lt;br /&gt;A refreshing afternoon nap.&lt;br /&gt;"(Are you) John Wayne Airport?"&lt;br /&gt;"Any more seats left on this flight?"&lt;br /&gt;First time (and second time) flying in Economy Plus. Extra leg room. How spacious!&lt;br /&gt;Delayed flight at SFO. Does anyone else sit and people watch while waiting for their flight?&lt;br /&gt;The classic Boudin's Bakery clam chowder in a bread bowl. How could I resist?&lt;br /&gt;First game of Sudoku. It's much harder than I thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;Flight delayed even longer.&lt;br /&gt;3 hours late, but all in one piece.&lt;br /&gt;Shuttle bus. Car.&lt;br /&gt;Home! ++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-1683917575884567789?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/feeds/1683917575884567789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056868&amp;postID=1683917575884567789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/1683917575884567789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/1683917575884567789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/2007/06/ps-and-oc.html' title='PS AND THE OC'/><author><name>jay.c.b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343305355734250628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056868.post-6309704419387144577</id><published>2007-06-19T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T23:11:18.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PALM DESERT MADNESS</title><content type='html'>++ HOLY SCHMOLY, THE next couple of days is going to be a far cry from the weather I've grown accustomed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday - high 112 degrees . low 76&lt;br /&gt;Friday - high 113 . low 79&lt;br /&gt;Saturday - high 111 . low 73&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orange County is much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday - high 79 . low 56&lt;br /&gt;Monday - high 76 . low 56&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I only own one pair of shorts, but I'm going to have to go digging for it. ++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-6309704419387144577?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/feeds/6309704419387144577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056868&amp;postID=6309704419387144577' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/6309704419387144577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/6309704419387144577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/2007/06/palm-desert-madness.html' title='PALM DESERT MADNESS'/><author><name>jay.c.b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343305355734250628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056868.post-1180992509916779581</id><published>2007-06-07T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T11:04:36.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIED CHICKEN</title><content type='html'>++ I COOKED FRIED chicken for the first time ever. It's actually kind of ridiculously not healthy at all. The chicken is basically breaded with spices and deep fried. I'm not sure why I thought it would be something different.  It's so much easier (and cheaper) (and just as unhealthy) to just go to KFC even if you have to dodge the taunt's of the local animal rights protesters and their signs. ++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-1180992509916779581?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/feeds/1180992509916779581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056868&amp;postID=1180992509916779581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/1180992509916779581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/1180992509916779581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/2007/06/fried-chicken.html' title='FRIED CHICKEN'/><author><name>jay.c.b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343305355734250628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056868.post-3170912583237562826</id><published>2007-06-01T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T14:58:15.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OLD FRIENDS AND FAMILY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:gray;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: gray; font-family: Arial;"&gt;++ MY WEEKEND WAS stellar.  A little plane ride back to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:gray;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: gray; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Ohio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:gray;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: gray; font-family: Arial;"&gt; for a friend’s wedding  and a whirlwind tour of old friends could cure the world’s problems. Seriously,  no matter how down in the dumps you get or whatever zinger, life has waiting  around the corner for you, a weekend full of laughter with old friends and  family is quite a refreshing little slice of life. It gets me going. ++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-3170912583237562826?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/feeds/3170912583237562826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056868&amp;postID=3170912583237562826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/3170912583237562826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/3170912583237562826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/2007/06/old-friends-and-family_01.html' title='OLD FRIENDS AND FAMILY'/><author><name>jay.c.b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343305355734250628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056868.post-5655886541854608041</id><published>2007-05-28T19:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T14:52:16.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TRAVELING BY PLANE - PROS AND CONS</title><content type='html'>++ SECRET INDULGENCES:&lt;br /&gt;1. No driving.&lt;br /&gt;2. Just sit there and be scooted around.&lt;br /&gt;3. Catching up on sleep.&lt;br /&gt;4. One side of the country to the other in a day.&lt;br /&gt;5. One side of the world to the other in a day.&lt;br /&gt;6. The view from the window seat.&lt;br /&gt;7. No one knows who you are. Make up a story about yourself. Reinvent yourself.&lt;br /&gt;8. Heck, you're travelling, I might as well get that Cinnabon at the airport.&lt;br /&gt;9. I get to have laughs with family and old friends.&lt;br /&gt;10. People-watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuissances:&lt;br /&gt;1. The baby in the seat in front of you crying for the entire plane ride .&lt;br /&gt;2. The guy behind you who hits the back of your seat every couple of minutes.&lt;br /&gt;3. The guy to your right that smells funny.&lt;br /&gt;4. Layovers.&lt;br /&gt;5. Costs more than splitting the cost of gas with a friend.&lt;br /&gt;6. Sitting on the tarmac for hours on ed before you take-off.&lt;br /&gt;7. Missed connecting flight because you sat on the tarmac for hours on end.&lt;br /&gt;8. Disappointment in the Chinese food in the airport, even though it looked and smelled great.&lt;br /&gt;9. Time-changes.&lt;br /&gt;10. Rude shuttle-bus drivers. ++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-5655886541854608041?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/feeds/5655886541854608041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056868&amp;postID=5655886541854608041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/5655886541854608041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/5655886541854608041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/2007/05/babies-on-planes.html' title='TRAVELING BY PLANE - PROS AND CONS'/><author><name>jay.c.b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343305355734250628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056868.post-1114261298297370450</id><published>2007-05-24T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T14:33:02.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LEAVING WORK EARLY</title><content type='html'>++ IF I LEFT work for my apartment right now, would anyone notice? Would anyone care? Once I got there, who would I call? What would I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a big world out there. I'm having trouble finding my voice. Slowly I retreat into the depths of of the echoes my mind conjures. Silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes close for just a moment and I find myself lost in the rigors of life. ++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-1114261298297370450?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/feeds/1114261298297370450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056868&amp;postID=1114261298297370450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/1114261298297370450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/1114261298297370450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/2007/05/leaving-work-early.html' title='LEAVING WORK EARLY'/><author><name>jay.c.b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343305355734250628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056868.post-2241568196480134074</id><published>2007-05-23T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T14:32:48.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INSERT PESSIMISM HERE</title><content type='html'>++ THAT'S RIGHT. (insert pessimism here.) ++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-2241568196480134074?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/feeds/2241568196480134074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056868&amp;postID=2241568196480134074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/2241568196480134074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/2241568196480134074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/2007/05/insert-pessimism-here.html' title='INSERT PESSIMISM HERE'/><author><name>jay.c.b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343305355734250628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056868.post-3394748751873054582</id><published>2007-02-07T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T08:51:26.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE DAY IS MINE!</title><content type='html'>++ IT'S MY DAY. ++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-3394748751873054582?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/feeds/3394748751873054582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056868&amp;postID=3394748751873054582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/3394748751873054582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/3394748751873054582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/2007/02/day-is-mine.html' title='THE DAY IS MINE!'/><author><name>jay.c.b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343305355734250628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056868.post-2389554239948163717</id><published>2007-01-19T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T14:16:16.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M TORN BETWEEN</title><content type='html'>++I'M TORN BETWEEN whether i should be wanting to grow up and buy a house and get all settled and and put money away for my future retirement and save money and 'grow up' or if i should be sticking with the "i'm still young and free" thing and do whatever i want and turn my head from the responsibilities of being an adult. some days i lean to the i'm 26, almost 27 and its time to think further ahead in terms of years and other days i can plan for no further than what i'm going to wear when i finally drag myself out from underneath the covers. i don't know what to do. and then to top it all off, i think of how ridiculously all of it is. i was listening to the news the other day and they were talking about moving the nuclear clock to '5 minutes til midnight' for the symbolic time we blow ourselves up. i heard china is blowing up satellites just for fun at 500+ miles above earth. it seems like the white house is playing this game of Risk, you know with the dice and the little men. i don't know. i just all of sudden feel so small and insignificant. i know i'm never going to be einstein or edison or franklin or anybody who will make a "significant" move to change the course of human history. so what's the point in anything i do? yeah, i know there is this whole idealized butterfly effect where one thing i do alters the events of others which alters the effects of others and so on and so forth, but if everyone is making all of these minute butterfly decisions, does it really matter if one butterfly doesn't flap their wings? i mean it's all changing  anyway. what's one to the other? it's all the same anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again i digress, life's too short to think about stuff like this right? just go live your life and everything will be alright. enjoy it. live it. and whatever happens, happens, right? in the end none of it ever really matters in the whole realm of things, so just do whatever you do and don't worry about it. so what if i'm not edison or einstein or franklin. i wouldn't want to be them anyway. i'd have too much to think about...++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-2389554239948163717?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/feeds/2389554239948163717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056868&amp;postID=2389554239948163717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/2389554239948163717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/2389554239948163717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-torn-between.html' title='I&apos;M TORN BETWEEN'/><author><name>jay.c.b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343305355734250628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056868.post-4091571873050669555</id><published>2007-01-12T12:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T12:23:50.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW BAT LOOK</title><content type='html'>++ NEW BAT LOOK, old bat content. Added link to &lt;a href="http://citizenplain.blogspot.com/"&gt;~ Citizen Plain ~&lt;/a&gt;,  Just your average blog about your average girl. ++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-4091571873050669555?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/feeds/4091571873050669555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056868&amp;postID=4091571873050669555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/4091571873050669555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/4091571873050669555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-bat-look.html' title='NEW BAT LOOK'/><author><name>jay.c.b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343305355734250628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056868.post-116789486402659267</id><published>2007-01-03T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T23:14:24.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TURN THE PAGE</title><content type='html'>++ TURN THE PAGE...it's almost midnight and sleep approaches. what just happenned? did that really happen? don't go. don't fall asleep. wait, what if i do? will it mean it didn't happen and that all will be the same tomorrow? i doubt it. it's real, right? that. that event. it happenned. it's double digits. my mind is weary. it's late. i don't want to go to sleep. but i don't know what to type. i sit staring at the keyboard. fingers on keys, but unable to to come up with words to say. receipts in front of me of purchases made from previous days. they mean nothing. their past events with recorded histories. the screen shows proof of things i've just typed. i don't look at the screen. only glancing to make sure i spell correctly. it's lonely here. the cliche deafening silence, except for the whirl of the computer. a constant. one of the few in my life right now. that is until the power goes out. death and taxes. i suppose those are the other two constants. a pause. speechless, but no one to talk to anyway, so it doesn't much matter. i'd be talking to the screen which only recites back to me what i've told it. nothing really. just the past. a recorded history. ++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-116789486402659267?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/feeds/116789486402659267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056868&amp;postID=116789486402659267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/116789486402659267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/116789486402659267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/2007/01/turn-page.html' title='TURN THE PAGE'/><author><name>jay.c.b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343305355734250628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056868.post-116642952618827241</id><published>2006-12-18T00:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T00:12:06.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY DOES LIFE...</title><content type='html'>++ WHY DOES LIFE throw such obstacles and hurdles at us? Is it not enough to have to try to live your own life? It would seem that everything we do affects someone else whether mean for it to or not. Actions and words speak louder than we even know...sometimes it hurts...more than we even know.++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-116642952618827241?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/feeds/116642952618827241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056868&amp;postID=116642952618827241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/116642952618827241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/116642952618827241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/2006/12/why-does-life.html' title='WHY DOES LIFE...'/><author><name>jay.c.b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343305355734250628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056868.post-114974050013923606</id><published>2006-06-07T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T21:21:40.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAS IT REALLY BEEN THIS LONG?</title><content type='html'>++ HAS IT REALLY been this long since I last posted? hm. yeah i guess that sounds about right. and what did i post about last time? that's right. another year ... and another move. this one is however a move of a larger capacity, a larger magnitude if you will. i'll give you the whole story of the past eight months in one long run on sentance / paragraph. i moved from the cannery to the hawthorne school apartments where i reside with the same roommate that i had at the cannery however it was cheaper to live here and just as great (if not better) of a place so we moved here where i still ride my bike to work every morning and only drive my car to play soccer which has since moved from indoor three times a week to outdoor just one time a week which is a nice break from work which has been ridiculously fun, but at the same time consuming as we have a lot of work but not enough qualified people, not to say they aren't qualified to do what they do, because they do do what they do very well its just that they don't have as much experience as they would need to do what they do better or to do more than what they do now which is fine because that creates more work for me which is also fine except that i've been involved with several professional organizations which take up the rest of my time after work but thats fine also because its nice to be busy, however it looks like, no wait, i'm positive i'm going to have a mini vacation in the form of driving across country (yet again) because as of yesterday i put in my notice to leave my present job because the day before that i accepted a job in seattle, washington, so as of june 22 i will be temporarily collecting no money for a week and a half and will be instead spending gobs of money to relocate cities and resume my paid endeavors on july 3 in said new city which is great because i love it there and i've worked at this firm before so i know (and really like) the people and the work they do which will be great because this chapter of my life has been getting quite full recently and its time to turn the page and let the creative lines flow once again.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;an open invitation to anyone who wants to come visit. you'll have a place to stay (of course) and someone to show you around (of course).&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;goodbye dayton. it's been quite a journey hasn't it? we're still friends and i'll still come and visit. you are my childhood hometown.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;hello seattle. i think we've met before. what's new in the past three years since we last talked? don't worry about writing, we'll talk in person in three weeks. ++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-114974050013923606?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/feeds/114974050013923606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056868&amp;postID=114974050013923606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/114974050013923606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/114974050013923606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/2006/06/has-it-really-been-this-long.html' title='HAS IT REALLY BEEN THIS LONG?'/><author><name>jay.c.b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343305355734250628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056868.post-113028613024284961</id><published>2005-10-25T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T17:22:10.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ANOTHER YEAR ANOTHER MOVE</title><content type='html'>++ ANOTHER YEAR ANOTHER MOVE&lt;br /&gt;it's almost as though i haven't left the college life. (except of course i have. thank goodness.) (well wait, i liked college. after six years i think i finally got it my sixth year. maybe becau....wait, that's not what this post was supposed to be about. i'm out of college. it should be left at that.) (thank goodness.) (sort of.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm packing up. moving on. .. across the river .. not the big river .. just the miami river. not out of ohio yet. hell, not even out of dayton yet.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;yet.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;just waiting for the right time.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;'temporarily' and by temporarily i mean at least for another year until my new lease runs out i'm at the hawthorne school apartments. it's this old 1886 school, which got renovated 8 years (ironically by my office) into apartment units. still have the wood floors. still have the old school hanging lights. still have the stamped tin ceiling. still doesn't have an elevator. grr. in a historic neighborhood. the second oldest in dayton. i'm no further (or closer) to work than when i lived in the cannery. i get to cross a river and a bridge everyday on my way to work. i'll get to see the sun rise over the river. that's sort of exciting. it's a two bedroom. my unemployed roommate gets to play 'couch guy' for a while .. except in his own bedroom and not on a couch. it's just 'temporary'. i swear. cross my fingers.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;just waiting for the right time....... ++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-113028613024284961?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/feeds/113028613024284961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056868&amp;postID=113028613024284961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/113028613024284961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/113028613024284961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/2005/10/another-year-another-move.html' title='ANOTHER YEAR ANOTHER MOVE'/><author><name>jay.c.b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343305355734250628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056868.post-113018383660597595</id><published>2005-10-24T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T12:57:16.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OVERWHELMING</title><content type='html'>++ OVERWHELMING&lt;br /&gt;i am officially the project manager of the largest project we have in the office.* it's by square foot the largest project in the office.&lt;br /&gt;it's also by revenue the largest project in the office.&lt;br /&gt;(it's also the most convoluted in regard to scope of work and contracts.)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* = (this project is essentially completed. there are two and a half months left until project completion. the project is in construction administration. all major decisions have been made. in all reality, everything that is left would work itself out regardless of whether i made any additional decisions or not. essentially i have to make an effort to screw it up. however, i've messed things up before, so it's not copmletely out of the question.) (but still, i'm the 'point man' for the project.)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;how scary is that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-113018383660597595?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/feeds/113018383660597595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056868&amp;postID=113018383660597595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/113018383660597595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/113018383660597595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/2005/10/overwhelming.html' title='OVERWHELMING'/><author><name>jay.c.b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343305355734250628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056868.post-113011905700602578</id><published>2005-10-23T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T18:58:35.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE WORLD IS SPINNING</title><content type='html'>++ THE WORLD IS SPINNING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much has happenned in just the past couple of months, even more so in the past couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;do you ever get that sense that things are going to fast and you don't have enough time to process it all? &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;you start to make sense of what's going on, then you have to go to sleep or you have to go to work or time just moves and all of a sudden it's time. time to do something. whatever. it's just time and there is no time to think about it anymore. the things that aren't happenning to you will somehow in some aspect influence you or have some sort of affect on you. it's overwhelming. make you feel small again. not insecure. just unstable. like going on one of those playground spinny things that everyone did when they were small and holding onto the end while your friends spin it around as fast as they possibly can. you hold on. at first you focus on just one thing and try to hold that focus for as long as possible until you have to turn your head. you whip your head around to the right and immediately try to refocus on that one object. a tree. a car. your friend's face. some in the distance. anything to prolong the inevitable unstableness you know will occur when you get off. your friends tire of running or pushing the hunk of metal. or you jump off, not being able to take any more. you lie in the grass. look up. the white cloud posted just to the left of the midday sun. it starts to turn arond clockwise. you close your eyes momentarily hoping for it to stop. open eyes. turning. long blink. open eyes. it's back where it should be, but starting to turn again. eyes closed. you feel your body turn to the right. except you're laying on the ground. wait then, the ground must be moving to the left. impossible. you stand. open your eyes. everything feels as though it's leaning to the right. focus. 30 seonds go by. everything starts to slow down. you can think about anything .. again .. now that the world has stopped spinning. your head is a little hazy. as if you've just been the witness of the spaceship exploding. did you just see that? did that really happen? are you serious? dumbstruck. but not dumbstruck, you know what just happened. you saw it with your own eyes. they instantaneously replayed it over and over and over and over. its real. are you serious? now what? what happens next? your mind blanks. deep breath. grass. summer heat. friends talking. spinny thing behind you. thirsty. queesy stomach.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;now what?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-113011905700602578?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/feeds/113011905700602578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056868&amp;postID=113011905700602578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/113011905700602578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/113011905700602578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/2005/10/world-is-spinning.html' title='THE WORLD IS SPINNING'/><author><name>jay.c.b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343305355734250628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056868.post-112629831952708732</id><published>2005-09-09T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T13:38:39.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SAN FRANCISCO TRIP</title><content type='html'>++ SAN FRANCISCO TRIP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The left coast was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left Friday morning from Dayton at 5.30am and flew in at 11.30am. We pretty much just went to outdoor stores (REI and AnyMountain) and went to Bay Street over in Berkeley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we went bouldering down at Castle Rock State Park (about an hour and a half south), then went to Palo Alto (Stanford is there) and walked around downtown and ate. Palo Alto is filled with smart and rich people. I wouldn’t say beautiful people. but well dressed and they hold themselves well. Saturday night we met up with most of the college people out there, 8 or 9 of them. It was good to see all of them, briefly, but just the right amount of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday one of our friends took us down to the Lin De Mar, down in Pacifica (about 45 minutes south), Pacifica is just south of Daly City which is just south of San Francisco. We went surfing out there for pretty much the entire morning and half of the afternoon. It was awesome! A little cold at first (even with the wetsuit), but you warm up, and the sun even came out! I’d have to say that was the most all body just exhausted I’ve been in a really long time. I’d equate it to maybe the first time I’d ever gone snowboarding. Later that evening we went up to Tiburon (just north of Sausalito, which is just north of san Francisco, across the golden gate, up in marin county) we ate at this little place called Guaymas. We met up with two other friends for dinner who I hadn’t seen yet. so we’re standing in line waiting to be seated and all three of them turn to me and say, ‘that’s george lucas!’ but with a quiet exclamation point. so I turn and blankly, rudely, (blatantly) just stare at this guy standing no more than 5 feet away from me. graying hair. beard. no taller than me. wife. daughter. little kid with a star wars t-shirt running around. I look back to my friends, ‘that’s not him. there’s no way that could be george lucas.’ he continues to wait in line. we go get seated. seafood dinner was amazing. sure enough I get back to heather’s place, do a google image search for george lucas and there are 10,000 hits of george lucas staring me in the face. it was him! ghiradelli ice cream after dinner topped it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday we went down to fort funston (far southwest side of SF, about a 3 minute drive from daly city) and watched hang-gliders go jump off a 150 foot cliff over a beach. that sport seems nuts to me. I want to try it! we watched them zip back and forth for a while. a walk on the beach. we watched people flying radio controlled airplanes around for a while. (that also seems like something that would be fun to do.) then it over to the beach chalet for lunch/dinner. seafood was good there as well, not quite as good as guaymas though. view was just as nice though. back to the city to walk around downtown one last time. a stroll through the newly renovated ferry building and then we met up with samee for another go at ghiradelli ice cream on the go. (about 5 minutes before I had to leave for the airport he arrive in the city. he had just gotten back from LA.) literally he came running across the street. we said hi and walked straight into the ice cream shop. ordered. then the three of us started walking (ice cream cone in hand) to heather’s to pick up her car. dropped samee off at his place, then to the airport. flight left at 10pm. red-eye. atalanta at 5am. 3 hours of waiting. never seems so long as it does at 5 in the morning. 8am flight. Dayton at 9.30am. and in to work at 10.30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it’s weird. every time I go back to SF it feels like home. sort of. you know, after you’ve lived someplace for 6 months, you are used to it. I already know the area. I don’t need to be entertained. I’m just there doing the local stuff. falling back into a routine. or checking out all the odd-off the beaten path (non-touristy) stuff. (That doesn't mean I'm going to move there. Don't get the wrong idea. You know who you are that I'm directing that comment to. I've just been there a lot times and so I feel comfortable.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next trip, Taiwan in the beginning of December…++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-112629831952708732?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/feeds/112629831952708732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056868&amp;postID=112629831952708732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/112629831952708732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/112629831952708732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/2005/09/san-francisco-trip.html' title='SAN FRANCISCO TRIP'/><author><name>jay.c.b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343305355734250628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056868.post-112377806170419197</id><published>2005-08-11T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T09:34:21.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>POISON IVY</title><content type='html'>++ I HAVE POISON ivy and it sucks. no, no. not &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; poison ivy. the actual poison ivy. i went geo-chaching with hesse and cornell and thielman and got it while searching for an ammo box. after we went geo-caching, we went to the beach and everyone waded into the water except for me, so i assume if they did have it, they got it all washed off. not me. i get poison ivy (well i assume it's poison ivy. it's poison something) fairly easily. i swear i just see poison whatever and i get it. haven't found a good way to get rid of it, except go to the doctor and get some medicine (which is what i'm doing today). ++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-112377806170419197?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/feeds/112377806170419197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056868&amp;postID=112377806170419197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/112377806170419197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/112377806170419197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/2005/08/poison-ivy.html' title='POISON IVY'/><author><name>jay.c.b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343305355734250628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056868.post-110805511357596654</id><published>2005-06-23T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T05:44:00.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GOD BLESS PASSIONATE PEOPLE</title><content type='html'>++ GOD BLESS THE people who are passionate about the things they do and surround themselves with. these are the people who push others beyond their limits of understanding and comprehension and compel them to strive and expand beyond the realm of habitual and customary limits. ++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-110805511357596654?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/feeds/110805511357596654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056868&amp;postID=110805511357596654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/110805511357596654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/110805511357596654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/2005/06/god-bless-passionate-people.html' title='GOD BLESS PASSIONATE PEOPLE'/><author><name>jay.c.b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343305355734250628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056868.post-110575143845585400</id><published>2005-06-14T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T09:14:12.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE HARDEST THING</title><content type='html'>++ BY FAR THE hardest thing i've done (or tried to do) today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.sheppardsoftware.com/states_experiment_drag-drop_Intermed_State15s_500.html&lt;br /&gt;know your united states of america? ++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-110575143845585400?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/feeds/110575143845585400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056868&amp;postID=110575143845585400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/110575143845585400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/110575143845585400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/2005/06/hardest-thing.html' title='THE HARDEST THING'/><author><name>jay.c.b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343305355734250628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056868.post-111413847689305336</id><published>2005-04-21T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T19:54:36.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M HERE I'M HERE!</title><content type='html'>++ I'M HERE I'M HERE&lt;br /&gt;just ridiculously busy lately (which is no excuse to not post i know, but an excuse none the less.)&lt;br /&gt;work is well.&lt;br /&gt;(breckenrdige was better.) icy, but colorado still.&lt;br /&gt;soccer soccer soccer.&lt;br /&gt;a golf league.&lt;br /&gt;cards with friends.&lt;br /&gt;sleep every now and then. (never enough)&lt;br /&gt;more soccer.&lt;br /&gt;building a table (out of a used bowling alley lane and railroad ties.)&lt;br /&gt;never leaving work after 8 hours of work (man salary is not as great as everyone makes it out to be.)&lt;br /&gt;i'll get back in shape here soon.&lt;br /&gt;soon.&lt;br /&gt;soon soon soon.&lt;br /&gt;(hi lisa.)&lt;br /&gt;(hi mike. it's your fault that i felt like i should write something again.)&lt;br /&gt;++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-111413847689305336?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/feeds/111413847689305336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056868&amp;postID=111413847689305336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/111413847689305336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/111413847689305336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/2005/04/im-here-im-here.html' title='I&apos;M HERE I&apos;M HERE!'/><author><name>jay.c.b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343305355734250628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056868.post-110978463589514472</id><published>2005-03-02T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T09:30:35.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BRECKENRIDGE ROAD TRIP</title><content type='html'>++ WILL BE BACK 03/08/2005. little weekend of snowboarding in colorado. ++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-110978463589514472?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/feeds/110978463589514472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056868&amp;postID=110978463589514472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/110978463589514472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/110978463589514472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/2005/03/breckenridge-road-trip.html' title='BRECKENRIDGE ROAD TRIP'/><author><name>jay.c.b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343305355734250628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056868.post-110865475311413103</id><published>2005-02-17T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T07:40:18.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PRETENTIOUS?</title><content type='html'>++ I FIND NEW YORKERS, as a clear blanket statement, to be brash, pretentious, self-righteous, and for the most part look down at every other city. yeah i know this doesn't apply to all new yorkers. i'd even go so far as to say this doesn't apply to all new york city people. i &lt;em&gt;even &lt;/em&gt;have friends in new york. i'll give them the benefit of the doubt. it's a great city. don't get me wrong. i like it. its exciting. it's one of the bigger cities in north america. but seriously, the &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2005/TRAVEL/02/17/ny.slogan.ap/index.html"&gt;world's second home&lt;/a&gt;? give me a break. pretentious a-holes. ++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-110865475311413103?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/feeds/110865475311413103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056868&amp;postID=110865475311413103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/110865475311413103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/110865475311413103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/2005/02/pretentious.html' title='PRETENTIOUS?'/><author><name>jay.c.b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343305355734250628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056868.post-110814438724776457</id><published>2005-02-11T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T09:53:07.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RECENTLY HEARD AT WORK . 05</title><content type='html'>++ FIFTH INSTALLMENT OF things recently heard at work..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;"wouldn't it be a great valentine's day present to get the cd's (construction documents) done by the 14th?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"m.u. (miami university) - have contract. will travel."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"how can we have a permit if we don't even have a p.o. (purchase order)?"&lt;br /&gt;"how can we have a p.o. if we don't even have a project nunmber?"&lt;br /&gt;"how can we already be done if we don't even have any of that?"&lt;br /&gt;"it's done already?"&lt;br /&gt;"yeah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i assume there is a reason why we are redesigning the site and jay is making pretty pictures."&lt;br /&gt;"no. i just like to make pretty pictures."&lt;br /&gt;"they're not that pretty."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"can we get jay to just go out there and hold it while it dries?"&lt;br /&gt;"can i get ncarb (national council of architectural registration board) credits for it?"&lt;br /&gt;"hey, its for a church. you can count it as community service."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"any lessons learned this week?"&lt;br /&gt;"you can't have shit go into a smaller tube."&lt;br /&gt;"smaller than what?"&lt;br /&gt;"smaller than the tube it came from."&lt;br /&gt;"if you do, you'll get constipated."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"god, and i've been hit by lightening twice today."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"and i'm having dinner with my wife tonight. that'll be another religious experience."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"creepy. no, super creepy. were you following me?"&lt;br /&gt;"no, i was following rick."&lt;br /&gt;"he's just trying to make sure we weren't drinking out lunch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"why doeshe keep switching who he talks to."&lt;br /&gt;"he's just happy to get things moving. he's just a happy guy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what scheme are we on now? e? f?"&lt;br /&gt;"well jay called the last scheme, 'landscape blah'."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"if we don't have anything else better to do than play around on the internet, then we can clean out the flat files under the plotters."&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and on that note, this fifth installment of recently heard at work will un-commence, until the the sixth installment of recently heard at work recommences.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056868.post-110800919216392381</id><published>2005-02-10T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T20:21:33.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOR ALL YOU LONDONERS</title><content type='html'>++ NO, I'VE NEVER been to london. yes, i want to go sometime. right now? eh. but in time.&lt;br /&gt;this one is for all you &lt;a href="http://www.backingblair.co.uk/london_underground/"&gt;londoners&lt;/a&gt; and especially for the ones i know. how many do i know, thats right, just one. you know who you are. ++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-110800919216392381?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056868.post-110775589916131060</id><published>2005-02-08T04:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T06:00:21.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUTURE SOCCER PHENOM</title><content type='html'>++ FUTURE SOCCER PHENOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bercasio.com/movies/jean_carlos.wmv"&gt;this kid has more amazing goals in one season than i have had in my entire 20 years of playing soccer.&lt;/a&gt; absolutely incredible. ++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-110775589916131060?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/feeds/110775589916131060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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DAY.</title><content type='html'>++ "THE DAY IS mine! ..." ++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-110779853260622778?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/feeds/110779853260622778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056868&amp;postID=110779853260622778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/110779853260622778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/110779853260622778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/2005/02/its-my-day.html' title='IT&apos;S MY DAY.'/><author><name>jay.c.b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343305355734250628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056868.post-110752380107381388</id><published>2005-02-04T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T05:30:59.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SURPRISINGLY HARD GAME</title><content type='html'>++ IT'S A &lt;a href="http://www.miniusa.com/?open=snowmanjumpgame"&gt;SNOWMAN&lt;/a&gt; running or rather rolling and jumping into a mini and getting style points for doing it. and its surprisingly hard. ++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-110752380107381388?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056868.post-110736002239734275</id><published>2005-02-02T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T08:00:22.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GROUNDHOG DAY..</title><content type='html'>++ PUNXSUTAWNEY PHIL&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;aw poop. &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2005/US/02/02/groundhog.day.ap/index.html"&gt;he saw his shadow&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;aw poop. &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2005/US/02/02/groundhog.day.ap/index.html"&gt;he saw his shadow&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;aw poop. &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2005/US/02/02/groundhog.day.ap/index.html"&gt;he saw his shadow&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;aw poop. &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2005/US/02/02/groundhog.day.ap/index.html"&gt;he saw his shadow&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;aw poop. &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2005/US/02/02/groundhog.day.ap/index.html"&gt;he saw his shadow&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;aw poop. &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2005/US/02/02/groundhog.day.ap/index.html"&gt;he saw his shadow&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;aw poo..wait. this has to stop. &lt;br /&gt;aw poo..wait. this has to stop.&lt;br /&gt;aw poo..wait. this has to stop. &lt;br /&gt;aw poo..wait. this has to stop. &lt;br /&gt;aw poo..wait. this has to stop. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;no seriously.++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-110736002239734275?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/feeds/110736002239734275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056868&amp;postID=110736002239734275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/110736002239734275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/110736002239734275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/2005/02/groundhog-day.html' title='GROUNDHOG DAY..'/><author><name>jay.c.b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343305355734250628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056868.post-110729150631156901</id><published>2005-02-01T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T12:58:26.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RECENTLY HEARD AT WORK . 04</title><content type='html'>++ RECENTLY HEARD AT WORK the 4th installation.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;“what happens when the contractor starts asking you to substitute what you’ve specified for something cheaper?”&lt;br /&gt;"that’s where you stand up on your two feet and be glad you put starch in your pants.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“if you aren’t here in 30 seconds, then you don’t get life insurance. i have the power to do it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“we don’t get president’s day off do we?&lt;br /&gt;“no, We aren’t sure this democracy is going to last.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“can you eliminate everything before where its says ‘start specs’? ok, now can you eliminate everything after where if says, ‘start specs’.”&lt;br /&gt;“why didn’t you just tell me to type, ‘start specs’.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“725 kingsridge retail Development, also known as britney spears.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“so we’ve go to nudge him to move on the project. see, chad has him worried about fried chicken.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“i think it is a misapplication of my talent. whatever that may be.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“when you are at the site and you look around, the only thing you see is a sea of asphalt and wooden utility poles.”&lt;br /&gt;“we spent about a million and a half dollars to get it to look like that. and now it looks better than when we started.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“..imperfect symmetry.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“they’ll probably hate it, but hey we own the property. they’ll get over it.” ++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-110729150631156901?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/feeds/110729150631156901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>SHERLOCK HOLMES</title><content type='html'>++ SHERLOCK HOLMES BABY&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;no wait, &lt;a href="http://www.joker-inc.com/.joker?link=sherlock.swf"&gt;sherlock holmes&lt;/a&gt;, baby.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;1. can you beat the number of times it took me to complete it?&lt;br /&gt;2. can you beat the time?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;5 times to complete it.&lt;br /&gt;27 seconds on the 5th try.&lt;br /&gt;(no cheating by trying to look at all the photos before you start the time.) ++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-110681546158646655?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/feeds/110681546158646655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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WASTER</title><content type='html'>++ MY BEST TIME so far &lt;a href="http://www.dumpalink.com/media/1320"&gt;15 seconds&lt;/a&gt;. ++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-110618554645954145?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/feeds/110618554645954145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056868&amp;postID=110618554645954145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/110618554645954145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/110618554645954145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/2005/01/another-time-waster.html' title='ANOTHER TIME WASTER'/><author><name>jay.c.b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343305355734250628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056868.post-110609928670345785</id><published>2005-01-19T03:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T04:43:24.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT TIME IS IT</title><content type='html'>++ WHAT TIME IS IT?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;'its tool time!'.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;uh .. no.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;but this clever little flash pogram does &lt;a href="http://www.lares.dti.ne.jp/~yugo/storage/monocrafts_ver3/29/bclock.html"&gt;know what time it is&lt;/a&gt; at all times of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-110609928670345785?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/feeds/110609928670345785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056868&amp;postID=110609928670345785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/110609928670345785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/110609928670345785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/2005/01/what-time-is-it.html' title='WHAT TIME IS IT'/><author><name>jay.c.b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343305355734250628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056868.post-110606689701688591</id><published>2005-01-18T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T08:48:17.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ONLINE POKER</title><content type='html'>++ DO YOU PLAY poker online?&lt;br /&gt;do you want to know how to cheat?&lt;br /&gt;well, i can't tell you, because i don't know how to. honestly, even i did know how to cheat, i'm not sure i'd want to. why? it's easy free money you say? yeah, but besides raking in money at will, what fun would it be? i can think of plenty of other ways to acquire large sums of money, those of which i'm pretty sure i wouldn't do either.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;read about the different ways people cheat at online poker .. &lt;a href="http://slate.msn.com/id/2112213/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. ++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-110606689701688591?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/feeds/110606689701688591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056868&amp;postID=110606689701688591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/110606689701688591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/110606689701688591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/2005/01/online-poker.html' title='ONLINE POKER'/><author><name>jay.c.b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343305355734250628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056868.post-110598191228904524</id><published>2005-01-17T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T09:11:52.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LED LIT HOME</title><content type='html'>++ &lt;a href="http://infiniti.msn.com/?id=12"&gt;A HOME COMPLETELY lit by light emitting diodes (LED)&lt;/a&gt; is supposedly the future of our built environment. i'm not so sure the light quality is the same. (not to saythat it is worse, just different.) yes, it cuts on energy consumption and cost and expenditure, but the effects on human productivity and efficiency and even how it affects the human psyche is both unproven and unstudied on such a macro scale. ++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-110598191228904524?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/feeds/110598191228904524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056868&amp;postID=110598191228904524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/110598191228904524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/110598191228904524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/2005/01/led-lit-home.html' title='LED LIT HOME'/><author><name>jay.c.b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343305355734250628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056868.post-110572699639286541</id><published>2005-01-14T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T10:23:16.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IS SOCCER NEXT..</title><content type='html'>++ WILL SOCCER SUCCUMB to the same kind of crap that has engulfed the NFL, NBA and the NHL? &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;the NFL has resorted to using television in its quest to capture the most audience and effort to steal the 'national pastime' away from baseball. instant replays and challenges and referee reviews are now the norm for professional football. its a rare sight to see a game pass without these new fandangled red flags being thrown one after another (usually by joe gibbs at his most inopportune time and undeniably in err every time.) everyone (including the players and coaches) sit down and take a '2 minute' free time-out to rest their weary bones. in fact new rules have been instituted and whole sections have been added to the rulebook about when and where you can and cannot throw the red flag (and at who and how high and so on and so on.) fine.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;the NBA has utilized the referee instant replay for quite some time now. the claim is that the human brain is not fast enough to make 'important' decisions and cannot process information fast enough. the eye must visually see what happenned, send a signal to the brain where it must be processed before a decision and subsequent action can be made. for this reason, instant replay must be used to help aid the referee in his decision. fine.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;the NHL has similar rules and laws of the game to help aid the referee in his decision making. fine.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;will soccer also make this transition? lets hope not. soccer (as well as football, basketball and hockey) is a game played by people, who are inherently flawed and inherently make mistakes. the game should be governed and decided by the same, humans ... you know what, i don't even feel like trying to make an argument against this whole thing. i guess i'm just irritated that 'in the fairness of the game' that something which is considered a game (regardless of the skill level or level of play) might be brought to such a level where microchips and televisions must be brought in to 'make the game better'. call me a purist. yeah, i know there are arguments such as, "the game should be fair. lets do our best to ensure fair play. lets utilize the current technology to bring this to fruition" or, "humans are inherently flawed and as such cannot be counted on to make game-deciding decisions." or, "how would a human be able to decide the winner for most 100 meter sprints or 'photo' finishes at a horse race." fine. i concede to those two arguments. yes, it would be mighty hard (if not a guess) to decide winners in those arenas of play, but seriously, a soccer game? a football game, a basketball game? there's only one ball people. its not like you are looking at 10 people running at you or 12 horses galloping at breakneck speed. no, its a ball. hell, its a game. let games be decided by the participant's peers. if robots are playing, then let robots decide the outcome of events. if humans play, let humans referee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2005/TECH/01/14/spark.football/index.html"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;is what prompted the rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's just play soccer and leave the microchips to the internet and mobile phones. &lt;br /&gt;we don't need them in a soccer ball.&lt;br /&gt;what's next? &lt;br /&gt;microchips in humans to control their movements from the sideline?&lt;br /&gt;better yet, we'll all just sit in a room and look through 3-d glasses and not actually move at all, but play the World Cup 2006 in Germany all through computers.&lt;br /&gt;it'll save everyone money. ++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-110572699639286541?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/feeds/110572699639286541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056868&amp;postID=110572699639286541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/110572699639286541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/110572699639286541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/2005/01/is-soccer-next.html' title='IS SOCCER NEXT..'/><author><name>jay.c.b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343305355734250628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056868.post-110563676976197978</id><published>2005-01-13T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T09:19:29.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TOP 25 INVENTIONS</title><content type='html'>++ &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2005/TECH/01/03/cnn25.top25.innovations/"&gt;TOP 25 INNOVATIONS of the past 25 years&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;as listed by CNN.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;most of these for the most part i can remember as always being around and available to use. ..for the most part. ++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-110563676976197978?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/feeds/110563676976197978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056868&amp;postID=110563676976197978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/110563676976197978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/110563676976197978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/2005/01/top-25-inventions.html' title='TOP 25 INVENTIONS'/><author><name>jay.c.b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343305355734250628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056868.post-110470096594302329</id><published>2005-01-12T05:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T05:19:16.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S BEEN BETTER</title><content type='html'>++ IT'S BEEN BETTER..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;1. going to a public restroom wearing sandals when its raining. is it water? is it pee? seriously. stop splashing.&lt;br /&gt;2. you order an iced coffee. he takes some ice and puts it in a cup. he pours the coffee straight from the pot and doesn't shake it up. cool, not cold, on the top. warm in the middle. still scalding on the bottom. what's that? at least shake it up. jerk.&lt;br /&gt;3. cold showers in the winter. you're the last person up. its 7.30am. you need a shower. no, you really need a shower. hair is here, there, and everywhere else. you smell. bad. and its 7.33am now that you're done looking in the mirror at yourself. you've been up for 3 minutes, but your eyes have only been open for 1 minute and the light has only been on for 45 seconds. tired. a little cold. water on. clothes off. ah. hot shower. 30 seconds. squirt. lather. shit. water's getting colder. more hot water. less cold water. clunk. shit. water's getting colder. hair is foamy. water's past luke warm to just luke cold. rinse. faster. FASTER. shit. cold. ice cold. ice. &lt;br /&gt;4. no toilet paper after a sloppy poop. enough said.&lt;br /&gt;5. going somewhere and you've just arrived only to find the thing you were supposed to bring was left at the place you just departed from.&lt;br /&gt;6. dead batteries.&lt;br /&gt;7. no coffee in the morning. &lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wanderlist.com/lists/lists.cgi?listid=314&amp;sort=2"&gt;someone else's most annoying list..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-110470096594302329?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/feeds/110470096594302329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056868&amp;postID=110470096594302329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/110470096594302329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/110470096594302329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/2005/01/its-been-better.html' title='IT&apos;S BEEN BETTER'/><author><name>jay.c.b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343305355734250628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056868.post-110546088060970923</id><published>2005-01-11T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T08:28:00.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>KNIFE IRONING.</title><content type='html'>++ LAST NIGHT I watched my roommate iron his 8" cooking knife.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;thats it. thats the wohle story.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;here ironed one side. cleaned it. then turned it over and ironed the other side. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;apparantly the knife was crooked.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.havanastreet.com/clipart/objects/thumbnails/crooked_knife_gif.gif"&gt;gary's knife&lt;/a&gt;.++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-110546088060970923?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/feeds/110546088060970923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056868&amp;postID=110546088060970923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/110546088060970923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/110546088060970923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/2005/01/knife-ironing.html' title='KNIFE IRONING.'/><author><name>jay.c.b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343305355734250628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056868.post-110531777069499483</id><published>2005-01-09T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T16:46:43.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PAPER FOOTBALL</title><content type='html'>++ PAPER FOOTBALL.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;remember that insanely addictive game you used to play in elementary and junior high school when you needed to waste a little bit of time. oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;electronically brought to you. now without the teacher telling you to stop, this time honored tradition once again presented so you can waste your time again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://proxy.espn.go.com/espn/contests/flickball/index"&gt;"flickball"&lt;/a&gt; ++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-110531777069499483?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/feeds/110531777069499483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056868&amp;postID=110531777069499483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/110531777069499483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/110531777069499483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/2005/01/paper-football.html' title='PAPER FOOTBALL'/><author><name>jay.c.b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343305355734250628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056868.post-110487555955825663</id><published>2005-01-04T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T13:52:39.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLIZZARD AT TAHOE</title><content type='html'>++ IT WAS FUN. got into CA on tuesday. left wednesday morning for squaw. snowboarded all day. left for reno to stay at circus circus. it started snowing in reno about 8. woke up the next morning at 7.30. 18 inches on the ground! I-80 was closed at the border. so we waited at the gas station/casino for 6 hours at exit 1. waiting for the highway to open. it didn't. back to reno for a nigght at the sands casino. a whole day and a half at the casino. lost $15. boo on slots. next morning called the nevada road conditions hotline every 15 minutes for a few hours. finally. I-80 is open. jump out of bed. ready to go in 5 minutes. in the car in 8. get to the ca/nv border. yup. highway is open. then it took another 4 hours to go 20 miles to squaw. chains on the whole trip. one of them breaks. thats alright. we can still drive. just 10 mph slower. base of squaw got 36 inches of powder last night. the top had 48. squaw by noon. on the lifts by 1. last run at 4. night ski a few runs. its cold as crap at 6.30 on mountain when the sun isn't up and the wind is blowing 15 mph. to the car! chains still on. although now with two chain link replacements. ah yes. 35 mph again. still gotta get over donner pass. good thing we ate before we left. can't see a car in front of me. can't see a car behind me. actually, now that i'm looking, can't see anything more than 15 feet in front of me. why isn't this highway closed? 30 mph. 25 mph. 20 mph. i think thats the edge of the road. oh. wait. thats definately the side of the road. steer back the other way. ok. well now we've found out how wide the highway is going at 20 mph. just stay in the middle. hour and a half later. i've balls now. i'm going 30 mph. i'm like superman. except i can't keep the snow from melting on my windshield and then freezing on the wiper blades. gotta stop again to chip the ice off the wipers. 20 miles to sacramento. finally! its now longer tons of snow. its now freezing rain and snow. oh yeah. much better. chains off. no more. now its just rain. tick tock. five and a half hours after we left its 11.57pm 31 december 2004. tick tock. there's sf. boom! double boom! must be midnight. goodbye oakland. hello .. treasure island. triple boom. happy new year! and we're stopped. not quite treasure island. not quite sf. oh wow, thats close. many booms. ok, lets go. time to start the new year by sleeping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-110487555955825663?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056868.post-110417633847113359</id><published>2004-12-28T01:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T11:39:46.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OFF TO SAN FRANCISCO!!!</title><content type='html'>++ OFF TO SAN FRANCISCO for a little vacation! &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;back on the 3 january 2005.. ++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-110417633847113359?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/feeds/110417633847113359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056868&amp;postID=110417633847113359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://www.auburn.edu/~shephcd/whatyouare.html"&gt;what are you again?&lt;/a&gt;++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-110375080536884098?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/feeds/110375080536884098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056868&amp;postID=110375080536884098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/110375080536884098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/110375080536884098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-am.html' title='I AM A'/><author><name>jay.c.b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343305355734250628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056868.post-110404017573914361</id><published>2004-12-25T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T21:49:35.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MERRY CHRISTMAS!</title><content type='html'>++ MERRY CHRISTMAS!!! ++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-110404017573914361?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/feeds/110404017573914361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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THOUGH...</title><content type='html'>++ IT SEEMS AS THOUGH urban living has its downfalls. even though we have 16-20 inches of snow here and going to work today is optional, meaning if you think you cannot reach work safely, then you are not expected to come. if it is possible for you to reach work safely in a timely manner, then you should do so. i live a 15 minute walk to work. there is no possible way i can justify not being able to make it to work. therefore i go. 16-20 inches! we haven't had that much snow cumulative since i was born. ok, maybe. but thats pushing it. guh. gotta shower. then spend the next hour digging my car out of this dumping. now if only we had just one mountain.. ++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-110380472994174304?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056868.post-110372110260118368</id><published>2004-12-22T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T13:24:43.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLIDAY SEASON PARKING</title><content type='html'>++ I WENT TO the mall just the other day and it took me longer to find a parking spot than it actually took me to roam the mall. granted to be fair, i already knew where i was going in the mall and i already knew what i was there to see and look at and get, however the mall is a big place and those three places i wanted to go were all on opposite sides of the mall. i hate, no i take that back, i don't hate holiday shopping. its fun. honestly it is. it just takes a whole lot of time and patience to get through it all without wanting to kill someone behind the wheel of another vehicle. i'm pretty sure they let all new drivers take the road at this time and send them off to the mall. no, in fact i'm pretty sure they tell them to seek out all green honda civics and drive in front of them, behind them, and at them one right after the other just for shits and giggles.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/6742389/?GT1=5936"&gt;want to know how to find a parking spot at the mall..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-110372110260118368?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/feeds/110372110260118368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056868&amp;postID=110372110260118368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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is out and you can see a blue sky on the first real snowfall of the winter, the snowflakes stick to your jacket, the wind blows them in every direction and you slyly open your mouth and stick your tongue out to catch any of them hoping that no one notices the guy in the all black business attire stealing this childish delight. ++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-110331675716612187?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/feeds/110331675716612187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056868&amp;postID=110331675716612187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/110331675716612187'/><link rel='self' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056868.post-110348209719394768</id><published>2004-12-19T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T10:48:17.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW TO BUILD A SNOWMAN</title><content type='html'>++ HOW TO BUILD A SNOWMAN.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;geesh.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;finally.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;someone explained &lt;a href="http://bearskinrug.co.uk/projects/06_htbas/index.htm"&gt;how to build a snowman&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;about freakin' time. ++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-110348209719394768?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056868.post-110340666449928306</id><published>2004-12-18T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T13:51:04.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY APARTMENT</title><content type='html'>++ I JUST FOUND some lights in my apartment that i never even knew i had!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;you must have no idea how incredibly enthralled i am to have found these! i've been living in this apartment for about a month and a half and looked up at the ceiling in my kitchen multiple multiple times. i've flipped the light switch to turn on the garbage disposer multiple times and even looked at the other switch next to it. never has it occurred to me to even flip the other switch or wonder what it goes to. today i looked up at the ceiling noticed a row of track lighting and it completely made me ecstatic to find them!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;what a great day! ++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-110340666449928306?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/feeds/110340666449928306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056868&amp;postID=110340666449928306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/110340666449928306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/110340666449928306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-apartment.html' title='MY APARTMENT'/><author><name>jay.c.b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343305355734250628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056868.post-110331649380243746</id><published>2004-12-17T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T12:48:13.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHARLIE BROWN CHIRSTMAS</title><content type='html'>++ LAST NIGHT MY DAD and i sat down and watched A Charlie Brown Christmas Special. neither of us said anything. we just sat there and watched cartoons. just like when i was younger. it was great. ++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-110331649380243746?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056868.post-110317211694935640</id><published>2004-12-16T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T20:41:56.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I GUESS I WENT TO A GOOD SCHOOL</title><content type='html'>++ GOOD SCHOOL? SO THEY TELL ME..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;University of Cincinnati's Master of Architecture's Program &lt;a href="http://www.uc.edu/news/NR.asp?id=2216L"&gt;ranked 6th&lt;/a&gt;. There is some pretty hefty schools in front of us though. If anyone leaves UC to go somewhere else, its always to Harvard's Graduate School of Design, Yale, MIT or Columbia. I'm not exactly sure how or where Penn falls in there. I mean I've heard a little bit about it, but I've never heard of anyone wanting to go to Penn. Not that they aren't a good school. I'm sure they are. But it just never seems to be on anyone's wish list of Graduate Architecture Schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Bearcats. ++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-110317211694935640?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/feeds/110317211694935640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056868&amp;postID=110317211694935640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/110317211694935640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/110317211694935640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-guess-i-went-to-good-school.html' title='I GUESS I WENT TO A GOOD SCHOOL'/><author><name>jay.c.b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343305355734250628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056868.post-110313791019349210</id><published>2004-12-15T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T11:11:50.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MEMO FROM THE DOG</title><content type='html'>++ MEMO FROM THE DOG&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Things I must remember (in order to keep my present living arrangements):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The garbage collector is not stealing our stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I do not need to suddenly stand straight up when I'm lying under the&lt;br /&gt;coffee table.&lt;br /&gt;I will not roll my toys behind the fridge, behind the sofa or under the bed.&lt;br /&gt;I must shake the rainwater out of my fur before entering the house.&lt;br /&gt;I will not eat the cats' food before they eat it or after they throw it up.&lt;br /&gt;I will stop trying to find the few remaining pieces of clean carpet in the&lt;br /&gt;house when I am about to get sick.&lt;br /&gt;I will not throw up in the car.&lt;br /&gt;I will not roll on dead seagulls, fish, crabs, etc., just because I like&lt;br /&gt;the way they smell.&lt;br /&gt;I will not munch on "leftovers" in the kitty litter box; although they are&lt;br /&gt;tasty, they are not food.&lt;br /&gt;I will not eat any more Kleenex or napkins and then redeposit them in the&lt;br /&gt;back yard after processing.&lt;br /&gt;I will not chew my humans' toothbrushes and not tell them.&lt;br /&gt;I will not chew crayons or pens, especially not the red ones, or my people&lt;br /&gt;will think I am hemorrhaging.&lt;br /&gt;When in the car, I will not insist on having the window rolled down when&lt;br /&gt;it's raining outside.&lt;br /&gt;We do not have a doorbell. I will not bark each time I hear one on television.&lt;br /&gt;I will not steal my Mom's underwear and dance all over the backyard with them.&lt;br /&gt;The sofa is not a face towel; neither are Mom and Dad's laps.&lt;br /&gt;My head does not belong in the refrigerator.&lt;br /&gt;I will not bite the officer's hand when he reaches in for Mom's driver's&lt;br /&gt;license and registration.&lt;br /&gt;I will not play tug-of-war with Dad's underwear when he's on the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;I will not roll around in the dirt right after getting a bath.&lt;br /&gt;Sticking my nose into someone's crotch is not an acceptable way of saying&lt;br /&gt;'hello.'&lt;br /&gt;I will not sit in the middle of the living room and lick my crotch when&lt;br /&gt;company is over.&lt;br /&gt;The cat is not a squeaky toy; so when I play with him and he makes that&lt;br /&gt;noise, it's usually not a good thing. ++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-110313791019349210?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/feeds/110313791019349210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056868&amp;postID=110313791019349210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/110313791019349210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/110313791019349210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/2004/12/memo-from-dog.html' title='MEMO FROM THE DOG'/><author><name>jay.c.b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343305355734250628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056868.post-110271308589917199</id><published>2004-12-10T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T13:11:25.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LETTER FROM THE DOG..</title><content type='html'>++ LETTER FROM THE DOG...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do humans smell the flowers, but seldom, if ever, smell one&lt;br /&gt;another?  Where are their priorities?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we get to heaven, can we sit on your couch?  Or is it the same old story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are cars named for the eagle, the cougar, the mustang, the colt, the&lt;br /&gt;stingray, the rabbit, etc., but not ONE named for a dog?  How often do you&lt;br /&gt;see a cougar riding around?  We dogs love a nice ride!  Would it be so hard&lt;br /&gt;to rename the 'Chrysler Eagle' the 'Chrysler Beagle'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a dog barks his head off in the forest and no human hears him, is he&lt;br /&gt;still a bad dog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we come back as humans, is that good or bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More meatballs, less spaghetti, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we get to the Pearly Gates, do we have to shake hands to get in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are there dogs on other planets or are we alone?   I have been howling at&lt;br /&gt;the moon and stars for a long time, but all I ever hear back is the&lt;br /&gt;Schnauzer across the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are there mailmen in Heaven?   If there are, will I have to apologize?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dogs can understand human verbal instructions, hand signals, whistles,&lt;br /&gt;horns, clickers, beepers, scent IDs, electromagnetic energy fields and&lt;br /&gt;Frisbee flight paths.  What do humans understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I have my testicles back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed,&lt;br /&gt;The Dog"&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-110271308589917199?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/feeds/110271308589917199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056868&amp;postID=110271308589917199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/110271308589917199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/110271308589917199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/2004/12/letter-from-dog.html' title='LETTER FROM THE DOG..'/><author><name>jay.c.b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343305355734250628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056868.post-110192900531526811</id><published>2004-12-01T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T11:23:25.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TIME'S A WASTING</title><content type='html'>++ "TIME IS GOD'S way of keeping things from happenning all at once." ++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-110192900531526811?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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CALL'/><author><name>jay.c.b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343305355734250628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056868.post-109839556586851108</id><published>2004-10-21T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T14:52:45.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GO RED SOX!!!</title><content type='html'>++ &lt;a href="http://sports.espn.go.com/espn/page2/story?page=simmons/041021"&gt;GO RED SOX!!!&lt;/a&gt; ++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-109839556586851108?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/feeds/109839556586851108/comments/default' 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/&gt;“you know what bothers me the most is the people typing. i don’t know if it’s the sound of the tapping keys or if its just that i know they are typing faster than me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“if engineers do engineering, then what do architects do?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“christmas I think will happen this year.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“hey the meter maid is ticketing your car.”&lt;br /&gt;(sitting in front of the computer yelling at the meter maid outside.) &lt;br /&gt;“go get life you witch. go watch poker on television. bite me.”&lt;br /&gt;“did you put money in the meter?”&lt;br /&gt;“no, there wasn’t any meter.”&lt;br /&gt;..30 minutes later..&lt;br /&gt;“they’re gonna tow your car. do you want me to move it for you?”&lt;br /&gt;“no, the liscence is expired.”&lt;br /&gt;“really?”&lt;br /&gt;“yeah, its ok though. it’s my sister’s anyway.”&lt;br /&gt;“so are you going to be needing a ride home?”&lt;br /&gt;“yeah.”&lt;br /&gt;..15 minutes later as the tow truck arrives..&lt;br /&gt;“oh, i need to get software out of the trunk.”&lt;br /&gt;(talks to the meter maid. gets software. comes back inside.)&lt;br /&gt;“so what’s the verdict?”&lt;br /&gt;(sitting down)&lt;br /&gt;“oh, i have five minutes to move it.”&lt;br /&gt;(thinks for a second.)&lt;br /&gt;“oh, maybe i should go move it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“forget turner. he’s a republican. he doesn’t count anyway.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“days off for christmas and new year’s will be 12/24, 12/27, and 12/31.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“20,000 on a website. i’m going to make it work.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“i think rick and norm are going to get together and have an epiphany.”&lt;br /&gt;“and maybe a budweiser.”&lt;br /&gt;++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-109708508558028773?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056868.post-109706627197528496</id><published>2004-10-06T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T05:37:51.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SPOTTED AGAIN</title><content type='html'>++ I'VE BEEN SPOTTED again, this time gracing the pages of (gasp) &lt;a href="http://www.geeklogs.com/games/message-20040212012902.html"&gt;geeklogs computer news&lt;/a&gt; i'm not sure whether i should be embarrassed about that or flattered. ha.&lt;br /&gt;++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-109706627197528496?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/feeds/109706627197528496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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POWER</title><content type='html'>++ GOD HAS ALL the power in the world (that is if you believe in god) and yet he didn't make eve eat the apple. he let her choose to eat the apple.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;and yet we as the american people (or even we as a society) (or even we as a worldly population) feel we have the power to decide other people's fate. we feel it is up to us to tell people what is right for them. we believe it is our right and we believe we are doing 'them' (whoever it happens to be) a favor to tell them their way of living is wrong and the choices they make are wrong.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;how arrogant are we?&lt;br /&gt;++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-109703545244566386?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/feeds/109703545244566386/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056868.post-109486370034206828</id><published>2004-09-14T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T18:12:24.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KERMIT THE FROG!!</title><content type='html'>++ THANK YOU TO the person who visited &lt;a href="http://rubberdeeduckie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cartwheels Down the Red Carpet&lt;/a&gt; and then came to my site. you have given me the pleasure of another website, &lt;a href="http://www.sarahbrighteyes.com"&gt;Sarah Bright Eyes&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;oh, so many links, which one should you click. you should for thank you sake visit their website, even if its just for a second. it may or may not be your cup of tea, but thats not the point. its a thank you from you for me to them for linking their website.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;and now, the whole reason why i even cited their websites.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;this one's for you Kermit The Frog and your ever so frogged up songs. &lt;a href="http://www.sarahbrighteyes.com/lorie49/kermit.html"&gt;The Rainbow Connection&lt;/a&gt;. ++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-109486370034206828?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/feeds/109486370034206828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056868&amp;postID=109486370034206828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/109486370034206828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/109486370034206828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/2004/09/kermit-frog.html' title='KERMIT THE FROG!!'/><author><name>jay.c.b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343305355734250628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056868.post-109510001646883790</id><published>2004-09-13T11:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T11:26:56.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK FROM PITTSUBURGH</title><content type='html'>++ From a weekend of celebrating a friend's diminishing bachelorhood..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;listening to a friend talk to his girlfriend over the phone while in the car&lt;br /&gt;"i spent $200 last night .. .. i know, but you aren't 7 guys .. .. i love you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a friend referring to the name of a girl at the nudie bar&lt;br /&gt;"you know what's in new york? brooklyn."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting ready for 3 hours of paintball. referring to the male 'unit'&lt;br /&gt;"i'm not wearing my unit socks. baker says when you play paintball, you have to wear unit socks. i know where i'm aiming."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two friends talking about women&lt;br /&gt;"i go by time zone. i'm a faithful man."&lt;br /&gt;"oh, really? i go by area code."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;following tom to paintball. tom suddenly pulls off the road. we follow&lt;br /&gt;"pull up next to him! pull up next to him! oh! oh! wait! he's puking! back away! back away! oh that's disgusting! i can see it from here! keep backing away!"&lt;br /&gt;"hey matt, it's only the first night."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-109510001646883790?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/109486219395443451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/109486219395443451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/2004/09/off-to-pittsburgh.html' title='OFF TO PITTSBURGH'/><author><name>jay.c.b.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04343305355734250628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5056868.post-109486211314106008</id><published>2004-09-09T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T17:25:43.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK FROM SAN FRANCISCO..</title><content type='html'>++ From a week of helping a girl get settled in..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;if you love her, let her go.&lt;br /&gt;if she comes back, keep her and love her forever.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5056868-109486211314106008?l=jaycblackburn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaycblackburn.blogspot.com/feeds/109486211314106008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5056868&amp;postID=109486211314106008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5056868/posts/default/109486211314106008'/><link 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