<?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-1516928357517420756</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:27:08.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I could be a blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couldbeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516928357517420756/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couldbeablog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>i could be a bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07053667549467002501</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>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1516928357517420756.post-5616749517740000165</id><published>2011-05-30T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T21:45:57.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recreating A Conversation Blog</title><content type='html'>Today I had a pretty funny conversation with my sister. I'll keep her name anonymous, for her sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: I watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Fugitive&lt;/span&gt; sequel last night.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh, you saw &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;US Marshals&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;B: No. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fugitive 2&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Me: There is no such movie.&lt;br /&gt;B: Yes there is! They go into this Chicago hotel, and fight and catch the one-armed man, and a DOCTOR is behind it all!&lt;br /&gt;Me: That's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Fugitive&lt;/span&gt;. That's in the original movie.&lt;br /&gt;B: No it isn't.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes. Yes, it is. I worked on it. You know this.&lt;br /&gt;B: They never caught the one-armed man in the first movie!&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Yeaaaah, they did.  Harrison catches the guy, puts the phone down, calls Tommy Lee, leads them to the guy's apartment.&lt;br /&gt;B: Huh.&lt;br /&gt;Me: He's security for some company, that the doctor guy runs.  They catch the one-armed guy, then he goes to the hotel and confronts his doctor friend.  So the one-armed guy broke into the house, accidentally kills Harrison's wife- remember the flowers? She was home early, wasn't supposed to be there.  Guy kills her.&lt;br /&gt;B: I thought they never caught him.&lt;br /&gt;Me: No, they do.&lt;br /&gt;B: I thought it was a sequel.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Nope. Actually, the crazy part, is Harrison's a doctor, pretty smart guy, but hires a pretty crappy lawyer, if they sentence him the way they do. &lt;br /&gt;B: Huh.&lt;br /&gt;Me: It's almost 20 years. You told me you saw the movie.&lt;br /&gt;B: I thought I did!  It seemed pretty new to me, watching last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a pretty bad recreation. It took about 10 minutes of talking to her about the movie.  But it did remind me, that after taking up a huge chunk of my work-life in 1993, working on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;El Fugitivo&lt;/span&gt;, I left that company, and never worked on, or EVER saw, the sequel.  What was the point?  Did the young guy with the pony-tail hair who worked with Tommy Lee in the first movie, return for the sequel? I assume they caught another bad guy who perhaps was trying to find... a one-legged man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the sequel was on netflix instant, I might have watched to find out. As it is, I'm watching all the extras on the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Parks and Recreation&lt;/span&gt; Season 2 disk 4, and don't feel like signing into netflix right now.  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I decided today that I've deprived the world long enough, and needed to post random thoughts about the visual media around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I am watching a NEW episode of Looney Tunes, as I type.  In case you didn't know, they've made new episodes of LT, new voices for Bugs, Daffy et al.  Bugs and Daffy are on a tv show *within* the show called "Besties" trying to win at at game show!  They're playing against the two chipmunks who are kinda gay. (Chip and Dale?) I'm not sure I like the new Looneys, just discovered this today.  Bugs and Daffy lose because Daffy doesn't know Bugs' catch-phrase!  This show must take place in a world where Jacob and his brother destroyed the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-WOW. It's been almost a year since the "Lost" finale! I was SO into it in 2010. Yeah, I was confused about the ending. I'm not a hater though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Looney Tunes reminds me that I still think I need to appear on a tv game show at some point. A few years ago I'd watch Jeopardy! while doing my cardio/bike workout. But the idea of Jeopardy! as my game show premier seems a long shot. Too many topics I'm not good at. Plus, I miss "Potent Potables" as a category!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I think I'd like to be on the "25,000 Pyramid" if that was on- but I'd want it to be old school. All the "new" reboots of game shows, with Regis and silvery sets with people applauding and whooping-n-hollerin' too much just BLOWS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- About a month ago, I saw &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Source Code&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Super&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Water for Elephants&lt;/span&gt; all in one weekend. And then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your Highness&lt;/span&gt; soon thereafter. A movie extravaganza.  Haven't seen a movie since.  I've fallen behind on netflix, I finally watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ghost Writer&lt;/span&gt; on bluray after it sat on the table for 2 months.  A movie funk? Perhaps. How to break it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Received a book called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gone Tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; at Christmas, written by Lee Child. Good book, and a really great character in Jack Reacher. Since finishing it, I've been to the library twice, and have been reading other books Child has written with Reacher. Just finished &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Persuader&lt;/span&gt; last night. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Killing Floor&lt;/span&gt; was before that. I think I have 7 books left to catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- TV stuff: Favorite show has to be Parks and Recreation. Ron Swanson, Leslie Knope et al are just a blast to watch. Rashida Jones ain't too bad on the eyes either ;-)   The Office is still on the tivo, but not nearly as good as it once was.  30 Rock is still good, but losing luster.  I think it's better to watch 30Rock goofiness separately from the other Thursday night stuff. After P&amp;amp;R nothing seems good enough! It's a riot and touching. Kudos to the show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last summer I caught an episode rerun of The Middle, which made me laugh a lot. So I have tried to watch a bit of that this season. It doesn't seem as fun as the few I saw last summer. (The ep I saw that I loved involved the young woman, Sue Heck, and her friend choreographing a fight, to the song &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kung Fu Fighting&lt;/span&gt;, which goes horribly wrong for them.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put An Idiot Abroad on the tivo record, and haven't watched them all yet. But I discovered The Science Channel in the process, and have been totally absorbed in the "How it's Made" series.  Some great stuff, always learning things there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh Lord. Flipping around, I just came across &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Revenge of the Sith&lt;/span&gt;. Why Lucas couldn't have made one good prequel is beyond me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other stuff I tivo now that 24 &amp;amp; Lost ended:&lt;br /&gt;Breaking Bad- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So so good.&lt;/span&gt; Can't wait til it starts up in July again.&lt;br /&gt;The Killing- set the tivo but haven't watched any yet. Hope it's good!&lt;br /&gt;Men of a Certain Age- tivo'd but haven't seen all of them. New eps coming this summer.&lt;br /&gt;Big Bang Theory- took it out of the loop. Just not as fun as it promised. Replaced it with&lt;br /&gt;Bob's Burgers- best new show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to the return of It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia too. This fall I hope?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Red Sox are floundering... but none of the AL East is doing really well, so it's an odd start to the season overall.&lt;br /&gt;- Bruins are doing well! Beat up the Flyers, take on the Tampa Lightning next. Woo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til next time! Hopefully won't be a year between posts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1516928357517420756-7923353702049523711?l=couldbeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couldbeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/7923353702049523711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1516928357517420756&amp;postID=7923353702049523711' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516928357517420756/posts/default/7923353702049523711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516928357517420756/posts/default/7923353702049523711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couldbeablog.blogspot.com/2011/05/yes-its-me-again-blog.html' title='Yes, it&apos;s me again blog'/><author><name>i could be a bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07053667549467002501</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-1516928357517420756.post-5922897981862019359</id><published>2009-05-05T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T19:23:52.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wandering Blog</title><content type='html'>I came to the end of a very busy work period, and it happened to coincide with a family gathering. My sister and her kids were flying east to see my Dad for his birthday. I used my fast fingers of fury to fly through Expedia and found quite an enchanting deal. After double checking that no work would sneak in (clients have had a habit of calling &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; as I leave, with more work) but they said "nope" and wished me well on a mini-vacation. That sealed the deal. Albany, ho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traveling from Burbank to Albany NY is arduous. But I think I found a key: flying through Las Vegas. There seems to always be deals involving the City of Sin. I stopped in Vegas going in and out. (TWSS?) To make an early AM flight in Vegas, I flew out the night before. And coming back west, I had to stop in Vegas and stay again last night. So twice in the last week, I was A Single Man Loose In Las Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could tell you more about what happened, but from what I understand, that information is privileged, and I violate some marketing rule about discussing the events. (Perhaps a future blog is in store.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to see my niece and nephew, which was just loads of fun. They are ages 8 and 11, respectively. We went go-kart racing at a "funplex," and they also were on a trampoline/ bungee thing which looked like fun.  My nephew "beat" me in racing (I decided it would be mean for me to bump his kart, since it's not allowed and all that.) The temptation was there. Niece was just a bit too short to run the go-kart herself, but Grandpa let both of them drive around the backyard on the tractor. That may have been their favorite thing in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The niece also found an accountant/ adding machine, the kind that spits out paper. She went out with my sister in support of an Obama presidency last fall, and has decided that Uncle Dan is rich enough to give bills to. Bills larger than the federal deficit. Oh the numbers! I think my bills reached into the trillions. I tried to express that her bills were not itemized. She didn't flinch at ignoring that remark!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ergo, I did something I never have done before: I wrote her a check that will bounce. I wrote it out for a gazillion dollars. I don't have a gazillion dollars. Very hard to teach such an important lesson to an 8 year old. But, this is how our country got in this current mess to begin with! I don't forsee a federal bail-out for Uncle Dan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying goodbye to the kids, and then flying back was a little tough. They're at a great age. Uncle Dan is someone to have fun with, and abuse, and race and send bills. I think I'm gonna have to fly up north and visit them when they get out of school this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, a quick note: I blogged Belz! Suck it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1516928357517420756-5922897981862019359?l=couldbeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couldbeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/5922897981862019359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1516928357517420756&amp;postID=5922897981862019359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516928357517420756/posts/default/5922897981862019359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516928357517420756/posts/default/5922897981862019359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couldbeablog.blogspot.com/2009/05/wandering-blog.html' title='The Wandering Blog'/><author><name>i could be a bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07053667549467002501</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-1516928357517420756.post-5257442673610206851</id><published>2009-04-10T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T15:11:02.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Trailer Blog</title><content type='html'>I just saw this online. Even though it looks like it could be good, it kinda bugs me. But first, here's the trailer for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Extract.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://c.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f8/769343686" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" flashVars="videoId=19126990001&amp;playerId=769343686&amp;viewerSecureGatewayURL=https://console.brightcove.com/services/amfgateway&amp;servicesURL=http://services.brightcove.com/services&amp;cdnURL=http://admin.brightcove.com&amp;domain=embed&amp;autoStart=false&amp;" base="http://admin.brightcove.com" name="flashObj" width="286" height="277" seamlesstabbing="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" swLiveConnect="true" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, the music. "Free Ride"? Really? I just looked it up, it's from 1972. And it's the main music in a current day office comedy?  I'm being Seth and Amy-ish right now-- REALLY??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like most of the people in the cast. But nothing about this made me laugh at all. A guy gets hit in the nuts! Hilarious I guess. JK Simmons remembers the hot girl's name, but not the other guy. Affleck thinks the boss called the "temp" a "tramp."   And I LIKE Mike Judge and Office Space!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This trailer does nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm waffling on what, if any, movies to see. Observe and Report- looks like it could be funny, but I know it gets way raunchy. You can tell from the spots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1516928357517420756-5257442673610206851?l=couldbeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couldbeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/5257442673610206851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1516928357517420756&amp;postID=5257442673610206851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516928357517420756/posts/default/5257442673610206851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516928357517420756/posts/default/5257442673610206851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couldbeablog.blogspot.com/2009/04/trailer-blog.html' title='The Trailer Blog'/><author><name>i could be a bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07053667549467002501</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-1516928357517420756.post-4646174167501056057</id><published>2009-04-07T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T22:11:43.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bugs Bunny Blog</title><content type='html'>Yes, I know. Hold onto yer hats! "Bob" is blogging again! Two consecutive days in a row. It's a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Opening Day of baseball for my beloved Red Sox. They looked mighty good today, posting a Win over the Tampa Bay Rays. 161 more to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I clicked in my tivo and saw that I recorded some Bugs Bunny classics on TCM a few weeks ago, and was just watching them- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's Opera Doc?&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Duck Amuck&lt;/span&gt;. And I realize that I miss cartoons. I know they have entire channels devoted to cartoons now, but I don't think the WB classics have their own channel. (DO they? I have like 600 channels on DirecTV, point it out to me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get some of the channels like BOOM - it's an extra cost. But I see things like Speed Buggy and Flintstones/ Jetsons flipping through the BOOM schedule. No Bugs Bunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bugs&lt;/span&gt; is stuff for kids to watch with their parents. I used to get up around 7am on Saturdays ... yes, way back in the 1970s. Popeye was on early, maybe Pink Panther. Scooby-doo and the other stuff on those mornings were just mediocrities. But Bugs?  My Dad would even come in and watch Bugs with us. I love my Dad for doing that.  We always knew he was a big kid when he'd sit and watch the Looney Tunes with us.  Plus, if Foghorn Leghorn made an appearance, we'd get his impecable Foghorn imitation.  Good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my buddy Bill watches The Clone Wars /Star Wars stuff with his boys. They're geeks like that. I won't demean their shared experience- I see them interact all the time and it's a great family to be a part of, when I do things with them. But I wish that other parents could watch the Bugs Bunny stuff with their kids today too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="%3Cdiv%3E%3Cobject%20width=%22512%22%20height=%22322%22%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22movie%22%20value=%22http://d.yimg.com/static.video.yahoo.com/yep/YV_YEP.swf?ver=2.2.40%22%20/%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22allowFullScreen%22%20value=%22true%22%20/%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22AllowScriptAccess%22%20VALUE=%22always%22%20/%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22bgcolor%22%20value=%22#000000%22%20/%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22flashVars%22%20value=%22id=964406&amp;amp;vid=42703&amp;amp;lang=en-us&amp;amp;intl=us&amp;amp;thumbUrl=http%3A//l.yimg.com/a/i/us/sch/cn/v/v0/w125/42703_320_240.jpeg&amp;amp;embed=1%22%20/%3E%3Cembed%20src=%22http://d.yimg.com/static.video.yahoo.com/yep/YV_YEP.swf?ver=2.2.40%22%20type=%22application/x-shockwave-flash%22%20width=%22512%22%20height=%22322%22%20allowFullScreen=%22true%22%20AllowScriptAccess=%22always%22%20bgcolor=%22#000000%22%20flashVars=%22id=964406&amp;amp;vid=42703&amp;amp;lang=en-us&amp;amp;intl=us&amp;amp;thumbUrl=http%3A//l.yimg.com/a/i/us/sch/cn/v/v0/w125/42703_320_240.jpeg&amp;amp;embed=1%22%20%3E%3C/embed%3E%3C/object%3E%3Cbr%20/%3E%3Ca%20href=%22http://video.yahoo.com/watch/42703/964406%22%3ERabbit%20of%20Seville,%20featuring%20Bugs%20Bunny%20and%20Elmer%20Fudd%20%281950%29%3C/a%3E%20@%20%3Ca%20href=%22http://video.yahoo.com%22%20%3EYahoo%21%20Video%3C/a%3E%3C/div%3E"&gt;Bugs Bunny and Elmer Fudd, The Rabbit of Seville.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1516928357517420756-4646174167501056057?l=couldbeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couldbeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/4646174167501056057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1516928357517420756&amp;postID=4646174167501056057' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516928357517420756/posts/default/4646174167501056057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516928357517420756/posts/default/4646174167501056057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couldbeablog.blogspot.com/2009/04/bugs-bunny-blog.html' title='The Bugs Bunny Blog'/><author><name>i could be a bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07053667549467002501</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-1516928357517420756.post-2393965084703302859</id><published>2009-04-06T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T20:16:09.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Quarterly Blog</title><content type='html'>Hola my peeps. Long time, no blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I've not blogged for a long time. It's that I lost track of the flow, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;je ne sais qua&lt;/span&gt;, the concept of "hey that'll make a good blog" that's needed.  Watching a bad reality tv show, or washing the kitchen floor, or the inanity of building an apartment complex 10 feet away from the LA River --&gt; these are things to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could write about Obama and the concept of "hope."&lt;br /&gt;I could write about my issue with nationally broadcast sporting events.&lt;br /&gt;I could write about mini sirloin burgers. Or Eliza Dushku in that new Hulu commercial.  Or the cool new movies coming out in 3D. Or the car accident I was involved with on March 20th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I came across the issue of the day when I was leaving my office earlier today. I should also say, that I've become used to working out of my house. I had a big mental block with it at first. But as long as I get out and take a walk either at lunch, or at the end of the day, I find I'm okay with it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a to-do list today. I was dealing with a trailer that's finishing, and I needed to go to a lab to look at the 2k timeline of the trailer build. Plus, I had to go to the bank. And mail the checks I wrote this weekend and this morning.  And stop by a 2nd bank and deal with a brief tax-related thing. I hoped to also grab lunch.  And then get to the lab for the session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put all the bank stuff in one folder.  Oh, and I found some coupons and miscellaneous stuff that was in my Lexus (my poor, smashed front end Lexus that's costing thousands of dollars to fix) that I normally have in the glove compartment. (Why do they call it the glove compartment? There's never any gloves...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had all of that in one pile.  Then, the bills, all stamped and ready to go. Now, what else to carry? I have a new "fob" for the alarm system I installed in the house. Then, the car keys for the rental. Keys for the doors to my house. Wallet with license and cash and debit/credit cards.  Glass case for my glasses- I really need my prescription glasses now that I'm older. Wearing my shades as I go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course I can't go anywhere without my damn cellphone now. Due to circumstances, I also have an earpiece bluetooth that I need to bring as well (it's the LAW here in CA now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, the laptop, with all my work files that I'll need at this session at the lab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hit the button to open the garage door, and I'm off! Had the house keys in my hand to lock the door and ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a pile of keys and paper and crap that it all nearly slid out of my grasp while locking the front door. Just to leave the freaking house!  I did throw a lot of this in the laptop carry-case I have, but it's bulky enough with flash drives, power cord and other computer stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such an ordeal to leave the house now. I refuse the man- purse. I have my old briefcase, but that and the laptop is overkill.  And people tell me I should get a Blackberry? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No more hand-held crap!&lt;/span&gt; I've only got two hands. And they're quite full.  With stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never made it to lunch either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Is this blog worth waiting for 4 months?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1516928357517420756-2393965084703302859?l=couldbeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couldbeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/2393965084703302859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1516928357517420756&amp;postID=2393965084703302859' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516928357517420756/posts/default/2393965084703302859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516928357517420756/posts/default/2393965084703302859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couldbeablog.blogspot.com/2009/04/quarterly-blog.html' title='The Quarterly Blog'/><author><name>i could be a bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07053667549467002501</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-1516928357517420756.post-1849045382596430181</id><published>2008-11-29T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T23:41:48.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Months Later blog</title><content type='html'>I'm telling you, the fan letters and phone calls have been &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;non-stop&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why did you stop blogging?" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When are you gonna post again?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can I use your photo for the 'before' photo in my Weight Watchers portfolio?"&lt;br /&gt;"I don't want to pay a lot for this muffler!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GOatora0s8o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GOatora0s8o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no way to catch the public up to what's been going on in my life. So your curiosity is just going to be unsated. You don't get to hear about my life as a videographer/editor for the Jethawks playoff run. Or the vids I cut for The Cherry Bluestorms and Mz Led. (That was actually a lot of fun. ) Or all the work and fixing up done around my house.  Nope. Not for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made&lt;a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/emeril-lagasse/sweet-peas-au-gratin-recipe/index.html"&gt; this dish&lt;/a&gt; for Thanksgiving this year.  I just had my second night of Thanksgiving leftovers, and the peas are still delish. I also made some chili last weekend, and a bit of spaghetti carbonara.  I am leftover king lately.  It's all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got involved in a fantasy football league again this year. I have two teams in Yahoo leagues. I wish I could say I'm doing good, but the Gods have not been kind to my teams/players week to week. I'm on the cusp of the playoffs in one league, if I win the next two weeks.  The Magic 8-ball says "signs point to no" so I'm living with hope, tinged with a side of sadness.  I have turned into a Fantasy Whore, unfortunately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a short blip for now, but I wanted to appease the public, and ease myself back into the "blogging world."  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mission Accomplished!&lt;/span&gt;   Til next time, I leave you this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we human, or are we dancer?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1516928357517420756-1849045382596430181?l=couldbeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couldbeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/1849045382596430181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1516928357517420756&amp;postID=1849045382596430181' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516928357517420756/posts/default/1849045382596430181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516928357517420756/posts/default/1849045382596430181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couldbeablog.blogspot.com/2008/11/five-months-later-blog.html' title='Five Months Later blog'/><author><name>i could be a bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07053667549467002501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1516928357517420756.post-7032093429426670731</id><published>2008-06-21T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T16:23:06.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot in the City blog</title><content type='html'>It says it's 111 degrees outside. I believe the thermometer!  I am now in the cool of my house, with the AC going and some ice water.  I hope to jump in the pool when the sun covers some of the backyard.  It's Africa hot. Even Tarzan couldn't survive this kind of hot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1516928357517420756-7032093429426670731?l=couldbeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couldbeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/7032093429426670731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1516928357517420756&amp;postID=7032093429426670731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516928357517420756/posts/default/7032093429426670731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516928357517420756/posts/default/7032093429426670731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couldbeablog.blogspot.com/2008/06/hot-in-city-blog.html' title='Hot in the City blog'/><author><name>i could be a bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07053667549467002501</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-1516928357517420756.post-2147365465354682783</id><published>2008-04-07T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T23:42:31.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Community Blog</title><content type='html'>I attended a very important Neighborhood Council meeting tonight. I will try to explain some of the issues going on in our neighborhood.  Los Angeles is attempting to be very conducive to developers and in doing so, is trying to kill our Grid with bad decision-making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met a lot of neighbors. I spoke very briefly about some of the issues that concern us.  A developer is building a 40 unit apartment complex and due to complete incompetence with the Department of Transportation, they are having all the traffic come down our small streets, streets so small that only one car can pass at a time on two streets. There are also 5 dead ends in the Grid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This traffic should be going out onto Sherman Way, an 8-lane street instead.  The complex HAD an address on this 8-lane street initially. The developers have now switched the address to ... not even a street.  The dead end street they are trying to destroy is no bigger than a path. So of course it makes sense to divert traffic down our very limited streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As someone who has run a business in Los Angeles, I like the idea of a more business-friendly LA. But bad decision-making on a case by case basis is not "friendly" at all.  Why has no one come into the neighborhood and driven around?  Does a satellite photo show how much this alters our "grid"?  This neighborhood is called a "pocket neighborhood," and was built in the 1950's with dead end streets and limited access.  It helps make the place enclosed.  So many people write about not knowing their neighbors. Well, I've known mine.  They walk their dogs by my house. They say hi. Sure, sometimes they play the music too loud (and my one neighbor can't control his dogs, but that's a whole 'nuther blog) but we are close. We are the middle class of LA, and being made to feel like this city doesn't want us. They never let it be known this complex was going to be built. There were no public meetings about the impact this will have. They want the "empty" space to be filled with tax revenue-generating apartments. They wish to make it more difficult to live in this area by polluting our streets with un-necessary traffic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wendy Greuel is our representative, and she sent some woman from her office to the meeting. Several people addressed the young lady directly and it was not in friendly tones.  We are not trying to stop the apartment building. We are trying to stop the traffic from making our neighborhood even more difficult with cars speeding through it.  But our rep, Wendy, has not shown any desire to help us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Valley Glen Neighborhood Council passed a resolution to not support this ruling by the Dept. of Transportation.  But we need our city representative to stand up and support us.  Let's hope it happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1516928357517420756-2147365465354682783?l=couldbeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couldbeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/2147365465354682783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1516928357517420756&amp;postID=2147365465354682783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516928357517420756/posts/default/2147365465354682783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516928357517420756/posts/default/2147365465354682783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couldbeablog.blogspot.com/2008/04/community-blog.html' title='The Community Blog'/><author><name>i could be a bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07053667549467002501</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-1516928357517420756.post-4632257753258655292</id><published>2008-04-06T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T22:52:35.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cooking Blog</title><content type='html'>I decided in the last month that I had to expand my repertoire of dishes and meals I can make.  The diet I've been on (and off) is very limited.  Mostly I've been making the same things my dietitian recommended eleven years ago.  That's all well and good, but it's been boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I asked a friend of mine to share some ingredients and recipes on some things he makes. He's a good chef. We were roommates years back, and we came to an agreement: split costs, he cooked, and I cleaned. It worked out well, but that was ... over fifteen years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few weeks I've been trying out the recipes. I must say, I'm doing quite well, if I do say so myself.  Made a variation of pasta carbonara tonight. Good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With spring and summer coming up, I shall be doing more grilling.  Chicken, hot links, grilled onions, etc. Any suggestions? Have a twist on a recipe that you wish to share?  Please do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1516928357517420756-4632257753258655292?l=couldbeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couldbeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/4632257753258655292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1516928357517420756&amp;postID=4632257753258655292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516928357517420756/posts/default/4632257753258655292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516928357517420756/posts/default/4632257753258655292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couldbeablog.blogspot.com/2008/04/cooking-blog.html' title='The Cooking Blog'/><author><name>i could be a bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07053667549467002501</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-1516928357517420756.post-1507241266906614567</id><published>2008-03-30T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T19:36:06.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Overdue Blog</title><content type='html'>I saw some bloggers had this going today, and since I've fallen so far off-pace, thought I'd jump-start the writing part of my brain again. I think I've told 12 people about the blog, but haven't posted much since. How dare I let down these 12 people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Name one thing you do every day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, of course I brush my teeth every day. But the one thing that helps me get motivated is to take a shower. It's the one thing that wakes me up, and makes me feel normal. Some people have coffee in the morning,  I need a shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Name five things/people that make you feel good:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like talking to my sister and giving her general crap. That's what being an older brother is all about, right?&lt;br /&gt;Random naps on weekend afternoons. Very rare.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing a really good movie. (This sometimes is rare too.)&lt;br /&gt;Swimming in my pool. Well, to be accurate, floating around on a tube, shades on, reading a book or magazine in the pool. One of the things about SoCal I can indulge in.&lt;br /&gt;Hitting a fastball on the sweet spot and driving the ball a long way. Or, at least, into the netting, visualizing the flight of the ball and imaging I'm in Fenway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Name four things you love to eat but rarely do:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate cake&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate milk&lt;br /&gt;Popcorn&lt;br /&gt;Hot dogs&lt;br /&gt;(Chocolate related items- such is life on a diet.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Name three things that remind you of childhood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas decorations. Putting things around my house in December always makes me think of growing up.&lt;br /&gt;Cigar smoke. Back in the 70's men could smoke in ballparks. I always think of baseball and being a kid when I smell cigar smoke.&lt;br /&gt;Fresh baked chocolate chip cookies. My Mom had the ability to make cookies and have them cooling when we walked in the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Name two things you wish you could learn:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to draw. Actually, I can do stick figures, so... How to draw well.&lt;br /&gt;How to woo women.  You know, so I can get the chicks. In truckloads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! Will try to be better at posting new blogs soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1516928357517420756-1507241266906614567?l=couldbeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couldbeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/1507241266906614567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1516928357517420756&amp;postID=1507241266906614567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516928357517420756/posts/default/1507241266906614567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516928357517420756/posts/default/1507241266906614567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couldbeablog.blogspot.com/2008/03/overdue-blog.html' title='The Overdue Blog'/><author><name>i could be a bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07053667549467002501</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-1516928357517420756.post-8966525811377525062</id><published>2008-03-13T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T13:36:20.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Belated Blog</title><content type='html'>I've been busy with work, and struggling with words the last few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I urge everyone to read this essay/ article/ blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sports.espn.go.com/espn/page2/story?page=simmons/080312"&gt;The 18 year plan - To An Athlete Dying Young.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sympathies to the family of Jamiel Andre Shaw II.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_uacct = "UA-3848308-1";&lt;br /&gt;urchinTracker();&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1516928357517420756-8966525811377525062?l=couldbeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couldbeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/8966525811377525062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1516928357517420756&amp;postID=8966525811377525062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516928357517420756/posts/default/8966525811377525062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516928357517420756/posts/default/8966525811377525062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couldbeablog.blogspot.com/2008/03/belated-blog.html' title='The Belated Blog'/><author><name>i could be a bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07053667549467002501</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-1516928357517420756.post-2475951589423950460</id><published>2008-03-10T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T15:25:45.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Time Change Blog</title><content type='html'>Skipping from 2am Sunday to 3am Sunday sure did mess with my day on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was busy at the end of the day with work related things. Instead of it getting dark around 6pm, I just plowed right thru and worked til around 7pm.  When I realized the time, I was all discombobulated.  7pm! When I'm not too crazy with work, that's usually when I try to be&lt;br /&gt;ready to work out on my bike. It just so happens to correspond with the time when Jeopardy! comes on locally. It's easy to watch: questions flashing on a big blue screen, and when you work out and have iPod earplugs in, the visuals and my brain's processing can concentrate on something other than &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how freaking long I have to go to meet my goals on the bike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, 'round 7:15 or so, I look up at the clock, and then look outside. What the frack? I should be working out! I'm missing Jeopardy people!!!!  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeopardy! &lt;/span&gt; (and for anyone who watches, what happened to Alex's hand? It's all bandaged up. He shakes hands like Bob Dole now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong- I have to work late some times, I miss my workout now and then. But the daylight threw me off.  I generally like the idea of "daylight savings." I like when it's sunny so I can do things after work. I just wasn't ready for it today.  Now I have to keep an eye out on the sun- fool me once, shame on me. Don't be fooling me anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS- The Space Shuttle launches tonight at 11:30pm Pacific Time. How do they determine that time frame for launch? Does it reduce the chance of foam hitting the shuttle on lift-off if they ignite the burners at 2:30am in Florida?  I almost hope there's a bunch of letters to the editor around Cape Canaveral about people who wake up when the shuttle's sonic booms hit in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_uacct = "UA-3848308-1";&lt;br /&gt;urchinTracker();&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1516928357517420756-2475951589423950460?l=couldbeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couldbeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/2475951589423950460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1516928357517420756&amp;postID=2475951589423950460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516928357517420756/posts/default/2475951589423950460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516928357517420756/posts/default/2475951589423950460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couldbeablog.blogspot.com/2008/03/time-change-blog.html' title='The Time Change Blog'/><author><name>i could be a bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07053667549467002501</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-1516928357517420756.post-1669884516580734357</id><published>2008-03-09T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T15:26:20.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Questionable Blog</title><content type='html'>Hey! I found the cd that I was looking for yesterday.  Of course, I had put the actual cd in a different case, not the original one.  It's always something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, to try a lazy oft-used convention that I've seen sportswriters use, I hereby list various questions that you, the elusive blog-readers of the world, can perhaps answer for me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where should I go on vacation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your favorite South Park character?  I think mine is Butters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you theoretically did something bad, like felony-bad, and a police officer finds your car and follows you- would you continue the police car chase for hours or pull over?  Have you figured out the odds already, just in case this happens and you have a mental game plan worked out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are these girls "who go wild"?  Does anyone out there know them? They're from another planet, right?  Do their parents and siblings disown them for appearing in Girls Gone Wild?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I look fat in this shirt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_uacct = "UA-3848308-1";&lt;br /&gt;urchinTracker();&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1516928357517420756-1669884516580734357?l=couldbeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couldbeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/1669884516580734357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1516928357517420756&amp;postID=1669884516580734357' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516928357517420756/posts/default/1669884516580734357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516928357517420756/posts/default/1669884516580734357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couldbeablog.blogspot.com/2008/03/questionable-blog.html' title='The Questionable Blog'/><author><name>i could be a bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07053667549467002501</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-1516928357517420756.post-7345120342483857667</id><published>2008-03-08T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T18:48:54.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Blog</title><content type='html'>Going out to see &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendid=80431398"&gt;The Cherry Bluestorms &lt;/a&gt;tonight.  I like "Just a Kiss Away"  and other stuff from their cd Transit of Venus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just on my iTunes, listening to a live version of a song, and went looking for the cd version that I like too.  Found the studio version, and was tempted to buy the song, but before hitting the "buy now" button, it dawned on me that I already own the cd. The question of course- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;where is that cd? Why didn't I digitize it into my iPod? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Since I bought the iPod, I've had this issue a few times. "Don't I own this already?" Much like mis-matched socks because they get lost in the laundry, I swear my house has stolen a few cds from me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come out, come out wherever you are!"  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1516928357517420756-7345120342483857667?l=couldbeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couldbeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/7345120342483857667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1516928357517420756&amp;postID=7345120342483857667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516928357517420756/posts/default/7345120342483857667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516928357517420756/posts/default/7345120342483857667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couldbeablog.blogspot.com/2008/03/saturday-blog.html' title='Saturday Blog'/><author><name>i could be a bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07053667549467002501</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-1516928357517420756.post-7864208191505965555</id><published>2008-03-07T22:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T15:27:11.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Stupid Reality TV Show Blog</title><content type='html'>Just a quick one tonight. Trying to keep my "consecutive" streak going here, and make a post a day for the first week.  Part of my delay was that I decided to watch a banal stupid show on the CMT. That's right. I watched the Country Music Channel!  I think it might be the first time I was on this channel for more than a nano-second while turning to some other station. Someone I know doesn't get this channel, and asked me to do a play-by-play of the show, "Hunt for the next Coyote Ugly" or some variation on that theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did this via chat.  This might seem long to you, the hidden, unknown reader- Can you imagine how long this hour of tv seemed to me? I don't even like what is considered "good" reality shows. I think I deserve a medallion of a sort for what I endured tonight.  Alas, here we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;span&gt;ots of blondes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;- t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;hey just had a TH w/Jess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; They listed her as Marketing rep from Philly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;She's not as freaky as this chick named Taylin&lt;/span&gt; from oklahoma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Wow, some huge tits! on Lindsay.  "Plastic for better living" if you know what I mean&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;hey're all in push up bras and trashy short skirts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Is Jess, um... natural?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;div&gt;(other chatter) &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;T&lt;span&gt;his is what you get for asking me to do play by play&lt;/span&gt;-- me, asking about tits&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;div&gt;(other chatter)&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;She's kind of got an athetic/chunky build.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S&lt;span&gt;he's not really in this main group they're showing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;H&lt;span&gt;er hair is kinda hanging over part of her face &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;over her left eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay they're doing some choreography with her team&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;div&gt;(other chatter) &lt;span&gt;Her goal in life is for a wide amount of people to think she's hot and a whore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; T&lt;span&gt;hey are ragging on a team of blondes and wannabe blonds&lt;/span&gt;.  Cue the peroxide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's hilarious because they don't know how to put a song and dance jig together.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;his black singing coach says they will be tough to "break in"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;"old dogs can't learn new trix"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;e just said before a break&lt;/span&gt; "I've never seen a group do so badly, in my mind they were a catastrophe"&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;and CUT! to Jess dancing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*commercial break*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;T&lt;span&gt;hey haven't shown too much of Jess yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; They edited to show her after the black guy says that "do so badly" line is the first time they've had a close shot on her dancing, outside of the TH which was just a CU blurb&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;CMT music awards! monday april 14th!&lt;br /&gt;*And we're back!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;2 blondes&lt;/span&gt;, Jess, a black chick,&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;and fake redhead- pink group&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;She's dancing- not well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Her hair is getting in the way &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;She's looking very busty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The black guy is saying the catastrophe about her group&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Now the black team is up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Freaky woman has multi colored hair --she's 37!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mauli B is the black singing coach -- they are picking "the best of the worst"&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;OOH, Tracy red head is getting picked on- not Jess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man it's getting harsh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They didn't show any criticism of Jess!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;They picked on 2 others in her group&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, they called Taylin the 37 yr old, the "old maid" of the group&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;"desperate to go back in time"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;- ouch, &lt;/span&gt;not good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ow they just picked the other group to move on&lt;/span&gt;, so Jess' group doesn't go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before ads, they just made a blond cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*commercials*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;I wouldn't normally watch this, why am I here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;W&lt;span&gt;ait- back from break, and they showed Jess sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;So I guess she's still on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Mauli says now he liked old maid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now he's being all nice to the gals not mean anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man, they are being cruel to some blond&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He called her tone deaf! Oh right, she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"not enough time to teach her"&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Kelly! from the Nat'l Guard in Alabama, she's the crier they keep cutting to&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;they're all dancing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; And the woman said, "you're not dancing with a pole!" HA! love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jacqui the choreographer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's making all the girls feel bad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The red head is terrible!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;She can't dance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her name is Tracey from NEW JERSEY!!! is 32&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I guess Jess is just in the medium&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not bad enough to get picked on but not at the top&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's night time. and so there's talking heads and "confessionals"&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;And shots of girls contemplating what they'll tell their friends when they get kicked off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*commercials*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That whole section with the choreographer was absurd&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;I mean some girls can't sing  and some can't dance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can only think of like 3 girls like Jess, who might be okay at both&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what do I know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They're giving out belts to the girls numbered 1-10&lt;br /&gt;Now that's classy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sarah is #1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sarah- 26 dancer from LA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; #2 is Ashley, fake blond&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#3 Jocleyn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#4 JESS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coyote woman says "I hope your kindness and determination help you"&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;She's in the top 5!  wow  Oh lordy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only #10 is gonna leave!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Is this a series? I thought they'd just pick one, in a single show. It's not like the pickings are ripe. Maybe CMT's desperate for filler shows?&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe they're gonna keep this BS on for ... 9 more weeks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So #10 was the redhead who can't sing or dance---figures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#10, &lt;span&gt; "nightclub promoter"- new slang for dancer/whore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's from Jersey - going home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; They just showed a montage of the worst of the redhead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, she was bad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm back. I apologize profusely for what you've just read. Do they show this as torture to Al Queda prisoners?  I think I lost IQ points. I might need to read some chunk of the Bible to offset the hell that was the hour of TV I watched tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to vent: In what world is this entertainment? Why does anyone with a brain watch this, or American Gladiators, American Idol, ANTM etc?  I think anyone who likes this stuff deserves to be dropped off the planet. Seriously.  Sorry if it offends you. Stupid Reality TV is only watched by stupid stupid people who are wasting their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_uacct = "UA-3848308-1";&lt;br /&gt;urchinTracker();&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1516928357517420756-7864208191505965555?l=couldbeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couldbeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/7864208191505965555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1516928357517420756&amp;postID=7864208191505965555' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516928357517420756/posts/default/7864208191505965555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516928357517420756/posts/default/7864208191505965555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couldbeablog.blogspot.com/2008/03/stupid-reality-tv-show-blog.html' title='The Stupid Reality TV Show Blog'/><author><name>i could be a bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07053667549467002501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1516928357517420756.post-6384682255069267864</id><published>2008-03-06T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T16:54:20.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Scrabble Blog</title><content type='html'>At the end of 2007 I got caught up in the social phenomenon known as Facebook. Several friends of mine from a popular television forum joined up. I stood my ground initially while the wave grew momentum. But I could not hold my position, and weakened when I found out the connection between Facebook and Scrabulous.  Along with the other salmon, I joined in swimming upstream to play my fellow friends in Scrabble and Prolific.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I grew up with the board and the tiles, I was not a great player. We didn’t play it often. I think repetition helps in a game like Scrabble. Instead, I built puzzles. There was a 250 piece Peanuts puzzle that my sisters and I would drag out on rainy days and compete to see how fast a two-player team could finish it. We had a picnic table in the garage and would build it out there. We tried to mix up teams a bit- I have a younger sister and an older sister, and usually we’d have at least friend or neighbor over, to make rotating two-player teams. For some reason, it sticks in my brain that once we finished the puzzle in about 20 minutes, which was a record that stuck around for a while. (When we were kids, we kept track of all accomplishments.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sisters were not into puzzles as much as I was. As a teenager, I had a large flat board that I kept in the corner of the living room near the stereo. Big enough to assemble a 1000 piece puzzle on. My Mom, a fastidious cleaner, would make me responsible to vacuum that area. She stayed away, lest a puzzle piece get scooped up.  I would sometimes listen to Red Sox games on the radio (or TV38 from Boston) while trying to piece together tough puzzles: New York City skyline at night (all little bits of window lights in the pieces) a plate of cookies (pieces of oatmeal vs pieces of chocolate chips) a glass of milk and a pile of Oreo cookies (very tough – all the Oreos looked the same!) Christmas decorations (lots of bows on boxes) and the dreaded all yellow bananas with just the Dole sticker! That one took forever to finish! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With college and my life as an overworked 20-something in Los Angeles, I moved into making different kinds of puzzles, as a professional in the film biz.  Doing puzzles at home was something that was no longer ‘relaxing.’ Basically the job put an end to puzzles. Except for the one time I put together a 3D puzzle of the Millenium Falcon when I was dealing with insomnia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year I went home for Christmas, and my brother in law taught me how to play a variation of &lt;a href="http://www.mrkland.com/games/spscrab.htm"&gt;Speed Scrabble.&lt;/a&gt; No board, 7 pieces facedown, you only play with the pieces in front of you. Whoever uses &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; their pieces to make words on their “own” board &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;successfully &lt;/span&gt;would say Take Two, and every player had to take on an additional 2 pieces. (I will admit the link I have above describes it better than I do.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was addicted! My brother in law is a smart guy, and a good athlete. The fact that I could beat him at Speed Scrabble – not all the time mind you-  was a huge bonus. It definitely was fun to play with the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, a few months into playing Scrabble online, I realize it is something I’m definitely using as a crutch while I’m not working as much. I miss the interaction of playing someone directly, but it’s a lot of fun – &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;as long as I don’t take it so seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So any of you who play me, and read this blog- please know that I enjoy kicking your ass!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1516928357517420756-6384682255069267864?l=couldbeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couldbeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/6384682255069267864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1516928357517420756&amp;postID=6384682255069267864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516928357517420756/posts/default/6384682255069267864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516928357517420756/posts/default/6384682255069267864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couldbeablog.blogspot.com/2008/03/scrabble-blog.html' title='The Scrabble Blog'/><author><name>i could be a bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07053667549467002501</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-1516928357517420756.post-4435912689756636254</id><published>2008-03-05T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T15:25:35.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art of Email blog</title><content type='html'>I received an email late yesterday from my tax company asking me to clarify a few things. One question was simply an address confirmation, one was about costs, and the last one was something that is hard to write, and better if I talk about it. I started the reply email thinking how to approach the third question and how I’d write about it, but abandoned the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you approach email? I see it as a resurrection of the lost art of letter writing. I know people lament the passing of writing notes on actual paper, and receiving something in the mail besides bills and junk mail that you only peruse to see if the Big 5 is having a sale on sneakers or other exercise equipment. (Sure, maybe I flip through the Pennysaver too but that’s a whole ‘nuther blog.)  But I enjoy writing emails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write emails to people easily. Sometimes it’s just replying to previous notes, sharing ideas and jokes. (Note: But I don't send multi-forwarded crap. I may have seven years bad luck for not continuing on forwards from friends/relatives.) Often, I will jumpstart conversations that way. My thought process is this: emails can’t hurt.  Write something, hit &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;send &lt;/span&gt;-- it can’t hurt.  Of course, I suggest treating emotional issues on a more personal level, like talking. Getting bad news via email or text is not the way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discretion is needed of course. Don’t hit &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;reply all&lt;/span&gt; -- in fact, why do they have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;reply&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;reply all&lt;/span&gt; so close together?  Know your buttons! I can honestly say after 11 years of being online and having an email address, I’ve never written a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;reply all&lt;/span&gt; email without knowing exactly who would read my missive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I enjoy this communication. If letter writing is “lost,” the idea behind it, of sharing personal notes, is not. I also enjoy talking to people on the phone too. I think there’s a line where I’d rather talk to someone than write an email, so I pick up the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend who tells me he reads all my emails, and enjoys them. But he never replies and writes back. So that’s a one-way email. Much like writing Aunt Barnes with a thank you note when I was a kid. I don’t mind the non-repliers- I take that into account when I write them. If they complain they don’t hear from me anymore, tough cookies. But I can be difficult to shut up and like to share my brilliance with others, so there’s that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a client who can’t stand that conversations go on in email with all sorts of replies, copying him. So he won’t read his email all the time. If I send him correspondence, in order to get his attention I have to call him and say “check your email” then wait for him to view the jpg/information and give feedback. Obviously the client is NOT a Blackberry addict. Nor am I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I am middle aged, you notice I haven’t even touched on texting. I’ve done it a few times. Again, best to know whom you’re communicating. When I went to a convention last October, it was the preferred method of information. But I rolled my eyes several times, thinking out loud  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just call me instead.&lt;/span&gt; If I know someone and just want to send a key piece of info, I can see the benefits of texting. But sometimes texting takes a bit too much effort instead of a phone call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Football Sunday 10am &lt;/span&gt; is a pretty clear cut text message. But in a phone call, you can ask “Whose going to bring bagels? Do you have any beer? I’m not drinking your lame-ass Snapple”  etc.  That’d take up too much typing time on my cell. Plus, I’m not that good at being concise, which is why free form writing from me can run over 600 words very easily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1516928357517420756-4435912689756636254?l=couldbeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couldbeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/4435912689756636254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1516928357517420756&amp;postID=4435912689756636254' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516928357517420756/posts/default/4435912689756636254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516928357517420756/posts/default/4435912689756636254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couldbeablog.blogspot.com/2008/03/art-of-email-blog.html' title='The Art of Email blog'/><author><name>i could be a bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07053667549467002501</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-1516928357517420756.post-7036038855334963338</id><published>2008-03-04T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T15:29:35.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mini Blog</title><content type='html'>I'm a bit distracted today for a few reasons that I want to get out the way early:&lt;br /&gt;1. I washed the kitchen floor. I mean, after yesterday's blog the writing was on the wall. How could I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; wash it? Now even my blog shows that I delay cleanliness for blogging. Priorities!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The HR rep from the company that I had a phone interview with last week, returned my message.  The job went to a different applicant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I got an email from a friend, a "business peer" about having to work all last night to get something done by 9am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Victoria's Secret sent an offer for free panties and $10 off on a purchase of a bra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with the fact that my back is feeling great, I feel much better today.  The phone call was around 10am, and surprised me. I'm always hearing about how people interview and never hear back either way about jobs. So when K called me, even with non-positive news, I was okay with it.  She admitted it was something she meant to do since last Thursday and had put it off and forgot about it.  I had realized last Thursday that not hearing back from the Company, to schedule a face-to-face interview, that the opportunity was dead.  But it was still nice to get that call from K. wishing me well and being friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After allowing myself to make some moves on Scrabulous, it was off to do the floor. And when that was done, I re-read the email I got at midnight from A., who had been at work since 9am Monday, and was still in his office, to approve and make sure this one project got done.  He's Uber-Productive, like I used to be.  Instead, remembering what I used to go through on days/nights like that, I hope he got some rest, a shower, and maybe some time off today.  I always hated the day after working all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I am one of the world's biggest Red Sox fans. Haven't blogged about that yet. But if anyone saw how the Red Sox celebrated on the field after winning the World Series last fall, you'll appreciate the dancing in this &lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/partners/worldnow/nesn.html?catID=80767&amp;amp;clipid=2251105&amp;amp;autoStart=true&amp;amp;mute=false&amp;amp;continuous=true"&gt;video.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1516928357517420756-7036038855334963338?l=couldbeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couldbeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/7036038855334963338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1516928357517420756&amp;postID=7036038855334963338' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516928357517420756/posts/default/7036038855334963338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516928357517420756/posts/default/7036038855334963338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couldbeablog.blogspot.com/2008/03/mini-blog.html' title='The Mini Blog'/><author><name>i could be a bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07053667549467002501</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-1516928357517420756.post-8594698796990188696</id><published>2008-03-03T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T17:01:20.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Productive Blog</title><content type='html'>I recently read an essay that asked, "are you being productive?" It raised the question of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what does it mean to be productive.&lt;/span&gt;  And it ends with the idea that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are the only person with the answer.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after years of having tons of work, and spending huge amounts of overtime and weekends being stretched thin, I have had to re-think this idea. Because I used to move mountains and coordinate things to happen&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; now! &lt;/span&gt;and ignite people to get things done for me &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;asap! &lt;/span&gt;And in the last few months I've done that less and less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one way, I feel so less stress, that I sleep better, eat healthier, have continued my quest to lose weight and feel good physically. (*except when I swung at a pitch in the batting cage last week and tweaked my back. Not fun, but I'm feeling much better, thanks.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I find myself at a loss in my work.  I'm not commuting anywhere, therefore I'm not clogging the streets of Los Angeles. So that's a positive.  I have checked out other jobs and talked to people on the phone. I had a phone interview last week, and it went well.  But after being &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt; productive, I read that essay and thought - I am not productive anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got up today, bright and early on Monday- what was I going to produce? What could I accomplish?  Hmm, maybe wash the kitchen floor.  But that's always something that can be pushed off. Until it gets gross.  So I pushed off doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I've done, not counting things that I've done on the computer like check email:&lt;br /&gt;Messed with my bathroom tub drain. Again. It's always acting up.&lt;br /&gt;I watered some plants around the house, inside and outside. I talked to my neighbor about their dog and the incessant barking that goes on all day.  (Never noticed this until I started working at home. I thought he only barked at night. Nope. Full time job for this dog!)&lt;br /&gt;I picked up clothes at the cleaner, and picked up a small lunch.&lt;br /&gt;I filled the gas tank with money and came home. And turned on my laptop again. Played some tunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has my day been productive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a year ago, I bought a book called &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Gig-Americans-Talk-About-Their/dp/0609807072/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1204589390&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gig: Americans talk about their jobs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Even though I enjoyed reading Stud Terkel's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Working&lt;/span&gt; after I got out of college, I had a harder time reading Gig. I don't fault the authors. I thought by reading it, I'd have a better appreciation for my job moving mountains to produce a short-life entertainment product.  But it didn't turn out that way.  I suppose I should have had an epiphany about life and work and how I see myself in context of "what I do"  but I still don't see it.  Right now, my business card is out of date: the old work address is on there, the wrong phone numbers.  Is it only my card that is out of date?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I've become less and less productive in my field of work, and can still do that job well, it's harder to see what's next or what was the point of being so productive.  I miss it, because right now it does feel like a loss.  I feel myself fighting that feeling, that I can make a different kind of puzzle and accomplish something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are the only person with the answer.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the kitchen floor still waits for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1516928357517420756-8594698796990188696?l=couldbeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couldbeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/8594698796990188696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1516928357517420756&amp;postID=8594698796990188696' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516928357517420756/posts/default/8594698796990188696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516928357517420756/posts/default/8594698796990188696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couldbeablog.blogspot.com/2008/03/productive-blog.html' title='The Productive Blog'/><author><name>i could be a bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07053667549467002501</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-1516928357517420756.post-4278047651932290578</id><published>2008-03-02T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T11:46:43.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Importance of Reading Comics on Sunday blog</title><content type='html'>One of the first sites I read every Sunday is comics.com, to read Get Fuzzy and all my favorite comics. I used to get newspapers all the time (of course) but stopped getting the LA Times and LA Daily News about 5-6 years ago.  LOVED reading a Sunday paper, flipping through all the sections, catching up on news that I missed during the week. I'm not gonna say that I'm better off not reading the paper, but with internet news I do feel like I am missing some things I used to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the choice of online comics is better. I like the usual comics, the popular ones (Get Fuzzy, Pearls Before Swine, Doonesbury, Opus) but &lt;a href="http://www.comics.com/comics/getfuzzy/index.html"&gt;comics.com&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://gocomics.com"&gt;gocomics.com&lt;/a&gt; have enabled me to find and enjoy comics that don't get printed in newspapers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only discovered LIO in the last 6 months, and now I love it unconditionally and try to read it everyday. Others I try to read daily: Grand Avenue,  Brevity, Reality Check, Red and Rover, Foxtrot Classics, The FOOB, The Duplex, Loose Parts, Luann, Non Sequitor, The Norm, Rudy Park/Candorville and I guess I have to admit I read On A Claire Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say I read it all week, but I enjoy 9 Chickweed Lane because the creator draws so well, and does exceptional work on Sundays. Frazz is similar- I don't read it often but sometimes it's well done. Sometimes I read Ripley's Believe it or not, but then I scratch my head and curse the idea that I still read something that was interesting to me when I was 7. Some others on my "sometimes" list- Red Meat, Slowpoke, State of the Union, The Argyle Sweater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Better Or For Worse is still the car wreck on the side of the road. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; can't look away. Perplexing how that comic has become more interesting as it gets more cliche and boring.  &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/binky_betsy/"&gt;The FOOBiverse&lt;/a&gt; is a site I found about 2 years ago, and it's a great site to check out.  Oh, and &lt;a href="http://comicsidontunderstand.com/wordpress/"&gt;Comics I just don't understand is a fun site too.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They still do repeat runs of Calvin and Hobbes and Boondocks online. I miss them both, as well as Citizen Dog, a comic that ended its run early as well.  But then there are the "oldies" like Blondie, Hagar the Horrible, Family Circle etc where you wonder why they still take up space. But even these internet sites keep running crap like Ferd'nand, Nancy, Farcus, Fat Cats and Raising Duncan. Makes me wonder what kind of contracts these artists have to enable such junk to continue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll always enjoy reading comics on Sunday, like I did this morning. I tried drawing a comic when I was in college, but I draw terribly and I was under the influence of Doonesbury far too much. When my roommate even couldn't generate interest to view my drawings, the writing was on the wall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1516928357517420756-4278047651932290578?l=couldbeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couldbeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/4278047651932290578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1516928357517420756&amp;postID=4278047651932290578' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516928357517420756/posts/default/4278047651932290578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516928357517420756/posts/default/4278047651932290578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couldbeablog.blogspot.com/2008/03/importance-of-reading-comics-on-sunday.html' title='The Importance of Reading Comics on Sunday blog'/><author><name>i could be a bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07053667549467002501</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-1516928357517420756.post-1312667381034441796</id><published>2008-03-01T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T23:09:55.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The anti-Chunky Peanut Butter blog</title><content type='html'>I like smooth peanut butter. And I only like my pb on Ritz crackers. No sandwiches.  For sandwiches you need good stuff, like roast beef. Or pastrami, chicken breast, turkey etc.  I've had to re-discover my sandwich making abilities with working out of my house. No more walks down a crowded restaurant-filled street to have lunch. No sirree.  In fact, I hardly have traditional fast food much anymore, cutting back on it more and more and more over the years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, why even go to a fast food place? Do they have peanut butter? Seriously.  When I was a kid, my mom made brown bag lunches and I had peanut butter (smooth, no jelly, no jam) like, 3 times a week.  Wendy's? Jack in the Box?  Arby's? No peanut butter related foods.  Don't give me that bull about "allergies" either.   Is the populace demanding fast food PB&amp;amp;J?  Is there a hole in the world, a demand that's not being met?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So even with all this history of peanut butter sandwiches in my life, my childhood... I hardly have it as an adult.  Yet when I make lunch daily, I reach for a bialy, I go for the mustard, the cheese, some lettuce... whither peanut butter? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can tell, this blog hits the hard stuff.  Look out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1516928357517420756-1312667381034441796?l=couldbeablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://couldbeablog.blogspot.com/feeds/1312667381034441796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1516928357517420756&amp;postID=1312667381034441796' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516928357517420756/posts/default/1312667381034441796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1516928357517420756/posts/default/1312667381034441796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://couldbeablog.blogspot.com/2008/03/anti-chunky-peanut-butter-blog.html' title='The anti-Chunky Peanut Butter blog'/><author><name>i could be a bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07053667549467002501</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></feed>
