<?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-4110659</id><updated>2011-04-22T00:10:55.149-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eddie</title><subtitle type='html'>the continuing story of a dog whose gone to the quacks</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>253</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-4307220684242788035</id><published>2008-06-08T20:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T20:08:33.028-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Think Eddie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Think_Tank_%28album%29"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yNpEddYEii0/SExzH8aumjI/AAAAAAAAAM8/aqQVONLYeCE/s1600-h/200px-Think_tank_album_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yNpEddYEii0/SExzH8aumjI/AAAAAAAAAM8/aqQVONLYeCE/s200/200px-Think_tank_album_cover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209665449275333170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to eat lunch today and I saw a waitress with the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Think_Tank_%28album%29"&gt;Think Tank&lt;/a&gt; cover tattooed on her leg... which gets me thinking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What album cover would I get tattooed on my leg?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would not only have to be an album that I like, it would also have to be something cool to have tattooed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think maybe just the one robot from the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Something_to_Write_Home_About"&gt;Something to Write Home About&lt;/a&gt; album cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yNpEddYEii0/SEx0UpFib7I/AAAAAAAAANE/bsX4fV4HEso/s1600-h/TheGet-UpKidsSomethingtoWriteHomeAbout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yNpEddYEii0/SEx0UpFib7I/AAAAAAAAANE/bsX4fV4HEso/s200/TheGet-UpKidsSomethingtoWriteHomeAbout.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209666766936108978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-4307220684242788035?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/4307220684242788035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/4307220684242788035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/2008/06/think-eddie.html' title='Think Eddie'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yNpEddYEii0/SExzH8aumjI/AAAAAAAAAM8/aqQVONLYeCE/s72-c/200px-Think_tank_album_cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-6062284673621677690</id><published>2008-04-26T10:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T10:27:08.725-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bond, James Bond</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aston_Martin_DB9"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yNpEddYEii0/SBM7UMkcllI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Dk1jeHnm6iU/s1600-h/800px-Aston_Martin_DB9_-_Birmingham_-_2005-10-14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_yNpEddYEii0/SBM7UMkcllI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Dk1jeHnm6iU/s200/800px-Aston_Martin_DB9_-_Birmingham_-_2005-10-14.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193560013445830226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I parked next to one of these last night.&lt;/a&gt; Nice car. If you have a spare $200 grand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-6062284673621677690?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/6062284673621677690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/6062284673621677690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/2008/04/bond-james-bond.html' title='Bond, James Bond'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yNpEddYEii0/SBM7UMkcllI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Dk1jeHnm6iU/s72-c/800px-Aston_Martin_DB9_-_Birmingham_-_2005-10-14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-4666168115178470180</id><published>2008-04-06T22:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T22:29:39.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lego Legion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yNpEddYEii0/R_mGyulTgoI/AAAAAAAAAMs/q8sfSfMfGW8/s1600-h/Disney+20080404+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yNpEddYEii0/R_mGyulTgoI/AAAAAAAAAMs/q8sfSfMfGW8/s200/Disney+20080404+028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186324651949916802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lego men are taking over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-4666168115178470180?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/4666168115178470180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/4666168115178470180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/2008/04/lego-legion.html' title='Lego Legion'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yNpEddYEii0/R_mGyulTgoI/AAAAAAAAAMs/q8sfSfMfGW8/s72-c/Disney+20080404+028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-8032460471065769484</id><published>2008-03-08T21:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T21:28:09.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Modern Toys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://demandware.edgesuite.net/aabe_prd/on/demandware.static/Sites-US-Site/Sites-Catalog/en_US/v1204897283353/imagesOnline/products/7980.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://demandware.edgesuite.net/aabe_prd/on/demandware.static/Sites-US-Site/Sites-Catalog/en_US/v1204897283353/imagesOnline/products/7980.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://store.playmobilusa.com/on/demandware.store/Sites-US-Site/en_US/Search-Show?cgid=Citylife-Modernes_Wohnen"&gt;A basketball, really? That's the accessory&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-8032460471065769484?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/8032460471065769484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/8032460471065769484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/2008/03/modern-toys.html' title='Modern Toys'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-4264154310101102068</id><published>2008-02-10T08:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T08:32:55.689-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Obama</title><content type='html'>So I heard a funny yesterday: Auburn fans can't vote for Obama because if you add a "G" to his last name, it's "GoBama".&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-4264154310101102068?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/4264154310101102068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/4264154310101102068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/2008/02/obama.html' title='Obama'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-5815222331776222012</id><published>2007-09-05T12:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T12:58:55.351-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Garage Sale Tips &amp; Maps</title><content type='html'>There's a website for everything so why not &lt;a href="http://www.garage-sale-tips-maps.com/"&gt;garage sales&lt;/a&gt;. This should help me find that well needed Velvet Elvis I've been looking for. Oooo. Or those dogs playing poker. &lt;br /&gt;Too bad Elvis isn't playing with the dogs. That would be grand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yNpEddYEii0/Rt7gEPffnuI/AAAAAAAAAME/j7CxcK2SWIE/s200/2025~Friend-in-Need-Posters.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106765390967447266" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-5815222331776222012?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/5815222331776222012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/5815222331776222012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/2007/09/garage-sale-tips-maps.html' title='Garage Sale Tips &amp; Maps'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yNpEddYEii0/Rt7gEPffnuI/AAAAAAAAAME/j7CxcK2SWIE/s72-c/2025~Friend-in-Need-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-2513564934780779581</id><published>2007-08-30T21:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T21:07:02.392-04:00</updated><title type='text'>iLovit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yNpEddYEii0/Rtdpe_ffnlI/AAAAAAAAALA/Sa_8MjXaKKQ/s1600-h/pIROBOT1-3641916_robot1_dt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yNpEddYEii0/Rtdpe_ffnlI/AAAAAAAAALA/Sa_8MjXaKKQ/s200/pIROBOT1-3641916_robot1_dt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104664683808267858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got our first robot yesterday. It's a &lt;a href="http://store.irobot.com/product/index.jsp?productId=2666938"&gt;scooba&lt;/a&gt;. Given that we have all hardwoods a roomba would have just been silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, when do I get my flying car?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-2513564934780779581?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/2513564934780779581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/2513564934780779581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/2007/08/ilovit.html' title='iLovit'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yNpEddYEii0/Rtdpe_ffnlI/AAAAAAAAALA/Sa_8MjXaKKQ/s72-c/pIROBOT1-3641916_robot1_dt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-2791985858616939118</id><published>2007-04-04T14:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T14:50:12.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'>RPS</title><content type='html'>Mastered this, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;script&gt;document.write('&lt;img border="0" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/e/e6/Rock_paper_scissors.jpg/250px-Rock_paper_scissors.jpg" width ="' + sp + '"&gt;')&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then try this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;script&gt;document.write('&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.umop.com/images/hands.jpg" width ="' + lp + '"&gt;')&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;script&gt;document.write('&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.umop.com/images/rps9.jpg" width ="' + lp + '"&gt;')&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;script&gt;document.write('&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.umop.com/images/rps11.jpg" width ="' + lp + '"&gt;')&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or even this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;script&gt;document.write('&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.umop.com/images/rps15.jpg" width ="' + lp + '"&gt;')&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;But you might need to see what does what &lt;a href="http://www.umop.com/rps15.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. And this might inspire you to join &lt;a href="http://www.worldrps.com/"&gt;the society&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-2791985858616939118?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/2791985858616939118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/2791985858616939118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/2007/04/rps.html' title='RPS'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-3869978985960374169</id><published>2007-03-29T16:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T16:19:33.624-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The classic battle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.threadless.com/submission/114253/Squid_vs_Octopus?streetteam=eddiemurmur" title="Squid vs Octopus - Threadless, Best T-shirts Ever"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.threadless.com/subbanner/114253/banner1.png" width="220" height="119" border="0" alt="Squid vs Octopus - Threadless, Best T-shirts Ever"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-3869978985960374169?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/3869978985960374169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/3869978985960374169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/2007/03/classic-battle.html' title='The classic battle'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-2013599800966415320</id><published>2007-03-23T16:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T16:20:26.232-04:00</updated><title type='text'>O Mii of My</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UsX1B5VW67U"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UsX1B5VW67U" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-2013599800966415320?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/2013599800966415320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/2013599800966415320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/2007/03/o-mii-of-my.html' title='O Mii of My'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-7300269269847462613</id><published>2007-02-28T16:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T16:22:31.214-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Her Space</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;friendID=123814121&amp;albumID=0&amp;imageID=3600599"&gt;check it out, she really did add that picture to myspace&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a724.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/54/l_59b7e02ef5b2cd6855662cd200fa8b8b.jpg" width="250"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-7300269269847462613?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/7300269269847462613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/7300269269847462613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/2007/02/her-space.html' title='Her Space'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-2419453531473053390</id><published>2007-02-23T13:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T14:47:14.281-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Seu</title><content type='html'>Every once in a while you hear something and it just click. I just heard it. It's Seu Jorge: the guy who did the music for &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;the Life Aquatic&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only is he the brazillian Dave Matthews and has a brilliant voice and style, but he also has a pretty cool site too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yNpEddYEii0/Rt75k_ffnwI/AAAAAAAAAMU/v84x_WcgB1A/s1600-h/Seu.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_yNpEddYEii0/Rt75k_ffnwI/AAAAAAAAAMU/v84x_WcgB1A/s200/Seu.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106793441398857474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://seujorge.com/"&gt;Check it out&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-2419453531473053390?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/2419453531473053390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/2419453531473053390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/2007/02/seu.html' title='Seu'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_yNpEddYEii0/Rt75k_ffnwI/AAAAAAAAAMU/v84x_WcgB1A/s72-c/Seu.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-3747265570598159914</id><published>2007-02-01T13:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T13:53:07.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mii</title><content type='html'>It's &lt;a href="http://www.joystiq.com/media/2006/10/mii-v3.swf"&gt;Mii&lt;/a&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yNpEddYEii0/Rt7s8PffnvI/AAAAAAAAAMM/86S3iRo4ON0/s1600-h/mii.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yNpEddYEii0/Rt7s8PffnvI/AAAAAAAAAMM/86S3iRo4ON0/s200/mii.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106779547179654898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-3747265570598159914?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/3747265570598159914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/3747265570598159914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/2007/02/mii.html' title='Mii'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yNpEddYEii0/Rt7s8PffnvI/AAAAAAAAAMM/86S3iRo4ON0/s72-c/mii.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-7564547186349742334</id><published>2006-11-03T16:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T16:37:56.238-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tommy T</title><content type='html'>Vote for &lt;A href="http://coachoftheyear.com/index.aspx"&gt;Tommy&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://the-murmur.org/images/Tommy.PNG"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-7564547186349742334?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/7564547186349742334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/7564547186349742334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/2006/11/tommy-t.html' title='Tommy T'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-8579606325535780854</id><published>2006-08-28T09:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T16:04:40.081-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Propane Mario</title><content type='html'>Look who was hanging out on a propane tank? I thought he only did plumbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yNpEddYEii0/Rt26PvffntI/AAAAAAAAAL8/TXDctNwGiNU/s1600-h/0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yNpEddYEii0/Rt26PvffntI/AAAAAAAAAL8/TXDctNwGiNU/s200/0007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106442332117376722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yNpEddYEii0/Rt26LvffnsI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ky2zYUU8lCo/s1600-h/0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_yNpEddYEii0/Rt26LvffnsI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ky2zYUU8lCo/s200/0006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106442263397899970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-8579606325535780854?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/8579606325535780854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/8579606325535780854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/2006/08/propane-mario.html' title='Propane Mario'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_yNpEddYEii0/Rt26PvffntI/AAAAAAAAAL8/TXDctNwGiNU/s72-c/0007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-1213241707914671101</id><published>2006-08-14T09:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T16:02:09.678-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yNpEddYEii0/Rt25vfffnrI/AAAAAAAAALs/SIgvW1ivVzg/s1600-h/0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_yNpEddYEii0/Rt25vfffnrI/AAAAAAAAALs/SIgvW1ivVzg/s200/0001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106441778066595506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-1213241707914671101?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/feeds/1213241707914671101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4110659&amp;postID=1213241707914671101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/1213241707914671101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/1213241707914671101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/2006/08/sonny.html' title='Sonny'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_yNpEddYEii0/Rt25vfffnrI/AAAAAAAAALs/SIgvW1ivVzg/s72-c/0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-574829976274899655</id><published>2006-03-14T16:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T16:39:10.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Crack that Pill</title><content type='html'>Don't tell me they weren't thinking of Devo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;script&gt;document.write('&lt;img border="0" src="http://the-murmur.org/images/DG18483.jpg" width ="' + sp + '"&gt;')&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when they designed these bottles...&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;script&gt;document.write('&lt;img border="0" src="http://the-murmur.org/images/B000056VHC.jpg" width ="' + sp + '"&gt;')&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-574829976274899655?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/574829976274899655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/574829976274899655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/2006/03/crack-that-pill.html' title='Crack that Pill'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-108082442570748719</id><published>2004-04-01T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T16:03:17.169-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Letter: 001</title><content type='html'>Dear Soup Maker,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for having easy open cans of soup. Not only do I need have to have a can opener to have soup but your revolutionary no-water-adding method has taken all the guess work out of making soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan on buying a monkey and training him to make soup for me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eddie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-108082442570748719?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/108082442570748719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/108082442570748719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/2004/04/open-letter-001.htm' title='Open Letter: 001'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-108068374672272226</id><published>2004-03-28T16:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T16:16:56.339-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving On Down</title><content type='html'>I'm in the apartment. It's weird to be sharing walls with people. I've been way to spoiled by thinking that any noise I heard was attributable to someone I probably knew. Now they could be anything. Although, I haven't really heard any noise yet. Maybe the other places are vacant? Maybe they're just really tiny people that are incapable of making noise? Maybe I'm going deaf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's probably that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-108068374672272226?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/108068374672272226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/108068374672272226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/2004/03/moving-on-down.htm' title='Moving On Down'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-107995808379593320</id><published>2004-03-22T07:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T16:08:21.021-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In Between Days</title><content type='html'>Not too many people get to have any time off between jobs. I'm lucky in that I do. I'm off all week (hence the smile) and that time will be spent moving stuff from here to yon. &lt;br&gt;.oO(Yon seems so far away. When I'm yon will here feel like yon?)&lt;br&gt;I have to move in stages though and that's not going to be fun and games. I have to try to think of the most essential stuff and take that first - clothes, plates, cups, etc. Then I can come back for the less essential stuff - pictures, the guitar, etc. And then I'll have to come back and haul all the stuff - the bowling pin I bought for $1, the old license plate I have from college days, the big animal cracker container full of logo golf balls. Ok.... back to slacking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-107995808379593320?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107995808379593320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107995808379593320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/2004/03/in-between-days.htm' title='In Between Days'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-107961674186787446</id><published>2004-03-18T08:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T16:16:05.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fare The Well</title><content type='html'>Today, yesterday and tomorrow are filled with "good-bye" lunches, breakfasts and well wishes. I'm not really down with having people pay for my food but I guess I'd be doing the same thing.&lt;p&gt;It's also good to know that I'll be missed. There will be an eddie-shaped-hole in the job. &lt;p&gt;In other news, it looks like the office has the &lt;a href="http://sports.yahoo.com/ncaab/bracket/"&gt;Bracket&lt;/a&gt; Flu. Funny how you'll skip work just to watch a ball game. That's the good thing about football: it's played on Sunday and Saturdays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-107961674186787446?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107961674186787446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107961674186787446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/2004/03/fare-well.htm' title='Fare The Well'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-107952662698819248</id><published>2004-03-17T07:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T08:38:34.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pinch Me I'm Irish</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="green"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ergonext.com/aa-clipart/pinch-grip.gif" alt="." style="left: 0; top: 0; float: left; z-index: 0" width="100"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;T&lt;/font&gt;he odds that I would actually get up, remember it's St. Patty's, have something clean that's green and put it on are like 1:100. I totally forgot today was St. Patty's. I don't have green on so pinch me. Please. Just not in the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you get pinched?&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://ki0sk.org/smiley/theme/hmm.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Begin Dream Tools Poll --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;SCRIPT LANGUAGE="JavaScript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;function NewWindow() {&lt;br /&gt;ShowResults=window.open("","PollResults","toolbar=no,scrollbars=yes,directories=no,status=no,menubar=no,resizable=yes,width=600,height=500");&lt;br /&gt;ShowResults.focus();&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/SCRIPT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FORM ACTION="http://www.dream-tool.net/tools/polls.mv?submitjava+pinchyou" TARGET="PollResults" onSubmit="NewWindow()" METHOD="POST"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE BORDER=1 WIDTH=180 CELLPADDING=1 CELLSPACING=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR BGCOLOR="#0000FF"&gt;&lt;TH class="boxdark"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;h2 class="center"&gt;Pinch&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="center"&gt;Do you get pinched today?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE BORDER=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR VALIGN=TOP&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p class="center"&gt;&lt;INPUT TYPE="radio" NAME="selection" VALUE="1"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p class="center"&gt;Yes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR VALIGN=TOP&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p class="center"&gt;&lt;INPUT TYPE="radio" NAME="selection" VALUE="2"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p class="center"&gt;No&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR VALIGN=TOP&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p class="center"&gt;&lt;INPUT TYPE="radio" NAME="selection" VALUE="3"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p class="center"&gt;What are you talking aboot?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;INPUT TYPE="submit" VALUE="  Vote  " id=thebutton name=thebutton&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.dream-tool.net/tools/polls.mv?viewjava+pinchyou" onclick="NewWindow()" TARGET="PollResults"&gt;View Results&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FORM&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- End Dream Tools Poll --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-107952662698819248?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107952662698819248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107952662698819248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/2004/03/pinch-me-im-irish.htm' title='Pinch Me I&apos;m Irish'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-107935378354929333</id><published>2004-03-16T06:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T07:21:29.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just For The Articles</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.uexcape.com/playboy_bunny.gif" alt="Most bunnies wear tuxedos. It's just what they do." style="left: 0; top: 0; float: left; z-index: 0" width="100"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;T&lt;/font&gt;he oddest thing happenend last weekend. I was driving down to play golf with a friend in his new hulking SUV. He mentioned to me that he was loving him XM Radio but that he'd probably only keep it for the 3 months that it was free. I asked him what the channels were and he handed me the channel guide. &lt;br&gt;Much to my surprise I saw the Playboy Channel? "What's up with that?" I blurted out.&lt;br&gt;- "I don't know but it costs extra."&lt;br&gt;So I guess for those people that subscribe to playboy but only do so for the articles, this is you kind of radio station. I just assumed that Playboy was about 99.9% visual. &lt;br&gt;Who knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://ki0sk.org/smiley/theme/tongue.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-107935378354929333?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107935378354929333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107935378354929333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/2004/03/just-for-articles.htm' title='Just For The Articles'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-107935335481124262</id><published>2004-03-15T07:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T07:28:53.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hail To The Taxi</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.btinternet.com/~phil_johnson/taxi.jpg" alt="Are you talking to me?" style="left: 0; top: 0; float: left; z-index: 0" width="100"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;S&lt;/font&gt;omeone once told me that if you took a taxi everywhere you drove for your life, it would be cheaper than owning a car. &lt;br&gt;I'm starting to believe that - &lt;a href="http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&amp;cid=509&amp;ncid=718&amp;e=10&amp;u=/ap/20040315/ap_on_bi_ge/gas_prices" target="_blank"&gt;especially now that gas prices are at a record high.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 30; margin-right: 30"&gt;&lt;font face="Courier New"&gt;The previous combined average record high was $1.76 in May 2001.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; I'm sure that taxi fares would also increase but just imagine all the money you plunk into fixing and maintaining you car? Is it worth it to own a car just so that you have that freedom of owning a car? &lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://ki0sk.org/smiley/theme/hmm.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it would be harder to go through drive-thrus but you might get the taxi driver to do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-107935335481124262?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107935335481124262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107935335481124262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/2004/03/hail-to-taxi.htm' title='Hail To The Taxi'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-107909497138046646</id><published>2004-03-12T07:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T07:21:57.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Code</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://ki0sk.org/images/jeans.jpg" alt="." style="left: 0; top: 0; float: left; z-index: 0" width="100"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;E&lt;/font&gt;very day should be casual Friday. Well.... Saturday would be better.&lt;br&gt;The new job has the exact same dress code that I currenlty have. Do you realize what kind of relief that is? If it was less then I'd have a closet full of useless ties. If it were more then I'd be forced to buy more useless ties.&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://ki0sk.org/smiley/theme/ex.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;And the Friday Five&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. What was the last song you heard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Shame by Matchbox 20. That's the last complete one I heard. One is playing right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;2. What were the last two movies you saw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I rented Radio and Open Range last weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;3. What were the last three things you purchased?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I bouht a co-worker a baby gift. So that was a box of wipes, a baby blanket and a card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;4. What four things do you need to do this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I need to get another baby gift for a 1st birthday part. I need to go to the party. I then need to eat cake. Which will then necessitate a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;5. Who are the last five people you talked to?&lt;br&gt;Myself, the little lady, and 3 friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-107909497138046646?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107909497138046646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107909497138046646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/2004/03/code.htm' title='The Code'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-107900974135725528</id><published>2004-03-11T07:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T08:40:20.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sup Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;W&lt;/font&gt;hat-Do-You-Think Thursday (since no one reminded me that I missed it yesterday).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'll keep it simple. Pick one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Begin Dream Tools Poll --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;SCRIPT LANGUAGE="JavaScript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;function NewWindow() {&lt;br /&gt;ShowResults=window.open("","PollResults","toolbar=no,scrollbars=yes,directories=no,status=no,menubar=no,resizable=yes,width=600,height=500");&lt;br /&gt;ShowResults.focus();&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/SCRIPT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FORM ACTION="http://www.dream-tool.net/tools/polls.mv?submitjava+pickadog" TARGET="PollResults" onSubmit="NewWindow()" METHOD="POST"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE BORDER=1 WIDTH=180 CELLPADDING=1 CELLSPACING=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR BGCOLOR="#0000FF"&gt;&lt;TH class="boxdark"&gt;Woof Woof&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="center"&gt;Pick One...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE BORDER=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR VALIGN=TOP&gt;&lt;TD valign="middle" align="center"&gt;&lt;INPUT TYPE="radio" NAME="selection" VALUE="1"&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD valign="middle" align="center"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.toymuseum.com/inside/c11/3237035.gif" width="58" height="100"&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR VALIGN=TOP&gt;&lt;TD valign="middle" align="center"&gt;&lt;INPUT TYPE="radio" NAME="selection" VALUE="2"&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD valign="middle" align="center"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.wtv-zone.com/7742/cartoons/snoopy.gif" width="170" height="100"&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR VALIGN=TOP&gt;&lt;TD valign="middle" align="center"&gt;&lt;INPUT TYPE="radio" NAME="selection" VALUE="3"&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD valign="middle" align="center"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.theproducesection.com/pix/snoop.jpg" width="104" height="100"&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;INPUT TYPE="submit" VALUE="  Vote  " id=thebutton name=thebutton&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.dream-tool.net/tools/polls.mv?viewjava+pickadog" onclick="NewWindow()" TARGET="PollResults"&gt;View Results&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FORM&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- End Dream Tools Poll --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-107900974135725528?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107900974135725528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107900974135725528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/2004/03/sup-dog.htm' title='Sup Dog'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-107892114163007383</id><published>2004-03-10T07:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T07:22:07.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fame Is A Four Letter Word</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.paperbaghead.com/bagpics/images/tignes2003/DSC00098.jpg" alt="anonymity is your friend" style="left: 0; top: 0; float: left; z-index: 0" width="100"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;I&lt;/font&gt;'ve maintained from the start that I'd never want to be famous. Never.&lt;br&gt;And it's precisely &lt;a href="http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&amp;u=/ibsys/20040309/lo_wrtv/2043154" target="_blank"&gt;for reasons like this&lt;/a&gt; that I still don't ever want to be famous. I mean, c'mon. She's 33 now and she's still doing stunts for a living? That's just sad.... well... still not as sad as the guratantee at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://ki0sk.org/smiley/theme/gasp.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-107892114163007383?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107892114163007383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107892114163007383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/2004/03/fame-is-four-letter-word.htm' title='Fame Is A Four Letter Word'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-107884779788188061</id><published>2004-03-09T10:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T07:22:26.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking Up Is Hard To Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.rockhillridge.com/images/kitchen/Crack%20in%20rock.jpg" alt="I'm one side of the rock, they're the other." style="left: 0; top: 0; float: left; z-index: 0" width="100"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;S&lt;/font&gt;o much drama in the &lt;strike&gt;LBC&lt;/strike&gt; l.i.f.e. It's kinda hard been &lt;strike&gt;Snoop D.O. double G.&lt;/strike&gt; E double D I E.&lt;br&gt;I've never been good at break-ups. My first official girl friend was broken up by the tried-and-true method of just not calling her anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Even though that was years ago, I'm still not better at it. And now it occurs to me that leaving a job is like breaking up. It's like I'm telling them, "it's not you, it's me" and the Dear John letter is just replaced by the Letter of Resignation. &lt;br&gt;The good news is that I did get a new job and they're excited about me starting. The words "your experience is just what we need" were actually uttered. &lt;br&gt;It's good to be wanted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-107884779788188061?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107884779788188061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107884779788188061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/2004/03/breaking-up-is-hard-to-do.htm' title='Breaking Up Is Hard To Do'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-107874867458879951</id><published>2004-03-08T07:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T11:39:38.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hand Painting</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;F&lt;/font&gt;rom the folks that brought you &lt;a href="http://ed.ki0sk.org/2004_02_08_archive.htm#107644726662294354"&gt;sidewalk painting&lt;/a&gt;, here's hand painting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://ki0sk.org/images/Handpainting1s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ki0sk.org/images/Handpainting1s.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://ki0sk.org/images/Handpainting2s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ki0sk.org/images/Handpainting2s.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://ki0sk.org/images/Handpainting3s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ki0sk.org/images/Handpainting3s.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://ki0sk.org/images/Handpainting4s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ki0sk.org/images/Handpainting4s.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://ki0sk.org/images/Handpainting5s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ki0sk.org/images/Handpainting5s.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://ki0sk.org/images/Handpainting6s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ki0sk.org/images/Handpainting6s.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://ki0sk.org/images/Handpainting8s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ki0sk.org/images/Handpainting8s.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Thanks Nicole!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-107874867458879951?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107874867458879951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107874867458879951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/2004/03/hand-painting.htm' title='Hand Painting'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-107842264174012571</id><published>2004-03-04T12:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T07:23:26.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Post LASIK</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.photomosaic.com/p/posters/alien.jpg" alt="." style="left: 0; top: 0; float: left; z-index: 0" width="100"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;T&lt;/font&gt;hat is as close to being beemed up to an alien mothership and examined as you can legally do.&lt;br&gt;Sure i can see without glasses but the actual procedure was bizzare. You stare at a dot then have you eye basically popped out of it's socket so hard that your eye goes black and you don't know if you eye is open or closed. Then the laser is used and you hear clicking and they tell you what's happening but you feel nothing and can only smell something burning. But I did get to wear a surgery mask over my hair. That was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://ki0sk.org/smiley/theme/wink.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ok, enough talking and trying to see. &lt;nr&gt;Back to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-107842264174012571?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107842264174012571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107842264174012571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/2004/03/post-lasik.htm' title='Post LASIK'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-107814404388346309</id><published>2004-03-03T07:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T08:40:50.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Based On A True Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://movies.go.com/images/photogallery/Radio/radio_2.jpg" alt=":-)" style="left: 0; top: 0; float: left; z-index: 0" width="100"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;W&lt;/font&gt;hat-Do-You-Think Wednesday&lt;br&gt;I watched &lt;i&gt;Radio&lt;/i&gt; last night for the first time. I didn't even know until the end that it was based on a true story. It has one of those flashes at the end of the actual character a la &lt;i&gt;Rudy&lt;/i&gt;. Personally, I don't really care if a movie is based on a true story or not. I just want a good story. Then it's just an added bonus if it is. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://ki0sk.org/smiley/theme/hmm.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Begin Dream Tools Poll --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;SCRIPT LANGUAGE="JavaScript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;function NewWindow() {&lt;br /&gt;ShowResults=window.open("","PollResults","toolbar=no,scrollbars=yes,directories=no,status=no,menubar=no,resizable=yes,width=600,height=500");&lt;br /&gt;ShowResults.focus();&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/SCRIPT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FORM ACTION="http://www.dream-tool.net/tools/polls.mv?submitjava+basedontrue" TARGET="PollResults" onSubmit="NewWindow()" METHOD="POST"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE BORDER=1 WIDTH=180 CELLPADDING=1 CELLSPACING=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR BGCOLOR="#0000FF"&gt;&lt;TH class="boxdark"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p class="center"&gt;Based On A True Story&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="center"&gt;What effect does it have on a movie when it's based on a true story.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE BORDER=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR VALIGN=TOP&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;INPUT TYPE="radio" NAME="selection" VALUE="1"&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p class="center"&gt;It has no effect&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR VALIGN=TOP&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;INPUT TYPE="radio" NAME="selection" VALUE="2"&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p class="center"&gt;It makes it better&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;INPUT TYPE="submit" VALUE="  Vote  " id=thebutton name=thebutton&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.dream-tool.net/tools/polls.mv?viewjava+basedontrue" onclick="NewWindow()" TARGET="PollResults"&gt;View Results&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FORM&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- End Dream Tools Poll --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-107814404388346309?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107814404388346309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107814404388346309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/2004/03/based-on-true-story.htm' title='Based On A True Story'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-107822886696991673</id><published>2004-03-02T07:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T15:15:56.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Anatomy of the Eye</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://cti.itc.virginia.edu/~psyc220/eye.gif" alt="Sure, but you never see a cross-section of a glass eye." style="left: 0; top: 0; float: left; z-index: 0" width="100"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;I&lt;/font&gt; took anatomy and I understand that the human head is criss-crossed with sinuses, but I'm still taken aback by the fact that when I put my pre-Lasik eyedrops in I can taste them. That's right. About 3 minutes after dropping them into my waiting eye, a nice medicine taste comes over the back of my throat. I can only picture the eyedrops easing their way around the optical organ into a sinus cavity and then being aided by gravity toward the back of my throat. They really should put a warning on the bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://ki0sk.org/smiley/theme/ack.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;On a related note: I've begun compiling a list of things-to-do after lasik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;- See in a pool,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;- See in the shower,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;- See on a humid day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;- See the alarms clock, and most importantly, since spring is coming,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;- Wear a pair of cheap sunglasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Thursday is the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-107822886696991673?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107822886696991673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107822886696991673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/2004/03/anatomy-of-eye.htm' title='Anatomy of the Eye'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-107814415153243495</id><published>2004-03-01T07:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T14:50:35.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Month, A New Smiley</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://theimaginaryworld.com/tic743.jpg" alt="." style="left: 0; top: 0; float: left; z-index: 0" width="100"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;W&lt;/font&gt;elcome Mr. Leprechaun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://ki0sk.org/smiley/theme/wink.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of all the fairy tale creatures, he might be my favorite. The problem is that his cousin Lucky had to go all comercial and get put on that box of cereal. Well... at least it's good cereal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://ki0sk.org/smiley/theme/ex.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-107814415153243495?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107814415153243495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107814415153243495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/2004/03/new-month-new-smiley.htm' title='A New Month, A New Smiley'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-107810395557475527</id><published>2004-02-29T20:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T20:22:07.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Leap Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;I&lt;/font&gt; just felt like posting something on leap day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://ki0sk.org/smiley/theme/wink.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-107810395557475527?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107810395557475527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107810395557475527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/2004/02/leap-day.htm' title='Leap Day'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-107779920047307028</id><published>2004-02-27T07:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T15:19:30.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Words You Can't Say With A Leap Pad Toy</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B00005JG2Q.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" alt="ribbit" style="left: 0; top: 0; float: left; z-index: 0" width="100"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;D&lt;/font&gt;id anyone see last week's &lt;i&gt;Simpsons&lt;/i&gt;. Homer got a hold of one of Maggie's todays that said the pheonetic pronunciation of any letter. He immediately got the toy to say, "This is Homer's Doctor. He is to sick to come in to work today".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I saw a toy just like this at Wal-Mart and immediately started making it say words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;'Dad' was fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;'Bad' was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;But what about f***? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Well... interestingly I got the F - U - .... but when i went for the 'C' it said "oohh that tickles" then "k". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;So it was like "F U oohhh that tickles K". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Somewhere in the deep dark recesses of the Leap Pad company an exec. made a decision to keep this toy from having the ability to curse. And rather than make it not say "k", causing you to think it was broken, it put in the "oohh that tickles" part. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;To me, that's genious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I wonder what the list of words that can't be said is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://ki0sk.org/smiley/theme/bigevilgrin.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;p&gt;Correction from yesterday, Mel isn't actually in the movie, it's just a Mel Gibson movie. He must have produced it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-107779920047307028?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107779920047307028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107779920047307028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/2004/02/7-words-you-cant-say-with-leap-pad-toy.htm' title='7 Words You Can&apos;t Say With A Leap Pad Toy'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-107779839172629575</id><published>2004-02-26T07:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T14:53:23.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Go-To Mel</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.physics.hku.hk/~tboyce/sf/films/71.jpg" alt="the good ole days before Tina" style="left: 0; top: 0; float: left; z-index: 0" width="100"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;T&lt;/font&gt;he &lt;i&gt;Passion of the Christ&lt;/i&gt; came out last night. I heard that many church groups were going to go in flocks to see it (bad pun intended). &lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/news/ap/20040226/107779632000.html" target="_blank"&gt;Reportedly&lt;/a&gt; it took in $15,000,000 to $20,000,000 the first night. I'll skip the whole is-this-movie-too-violent-for-kids discussion and just say that Mel Gibson is the go-to guy for time period movies. After starting off Mad Max in a future setting you'd never think he'd play Hamlet, Jesus and William Wallace. Just goes to show that if you can act, you'll get the good parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://ki0sk.org/smiley/theme/wink.gif"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-107779839172629575?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107779839172629575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107779839172629575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/2004/02/go-to-mel.htm' title='Go-To Mel'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-107771353336376570</id><published>2004-02-25T07:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T14:55:15.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Successful Triumvirate</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.panhistoria.com/Stacks/storyimages/92.jpg" alt="that's an ominous sky." style="left: 0; top: 0; float: left; z-index: 0" width="100"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;W&lt;/font&gt;hat-Do-You-Think Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;(Sure, the American Idol team didn't run any countries, but they also didn't kill each other.)&lt;br&gt;A couple years ago the Prime Time airways were littered with Must See TV. Friends. Er. Seinfeld. Frasier... &lt;br&gt;After this year, very little of that will be left. Shows like Fox's American Idol, the Simpsons, and the OC have propelled it beyond the upstart network into the new unholy empire. &lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://ki0sk.org/smiley/theme/hmm.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;What do you think?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Begin Dream Tools Poll --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;SCRIPT LANGUAGE="JavaScript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;!--&lt;br /&gt;function disableSubmit(form)&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;br /&gt;    form.thebutton.disabled = true;&lt;br /&gt;    return true;&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;//--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/SCRIPT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FORM ACTION="http://www.dream-tool.net/tools/polls.mv?submit+triumverate" METHOD="POST" onSubmit="return disableSubmit(this);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE BORDER=1 WIDTH=200 CELLPADDING=0 CELLSPACING=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR BGCOLOR="#CECECE"&gt;&lt;TH class="boxdark"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;h2 class="center"&gt;Triumvirate&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="center"&gt;More successful?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE BORDER=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR VALIGN=TOP&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;INPUT TYPE="radio" NAME="selection" VALUE="1"&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p class="center"&gt;Julius Caesar , Pompey , and Marcus Licinius Crassus&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR VALIGN=TOP&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;INPUT TYPE="radio" NAME="selection" VALUE="2"&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p class="center"&gt;Octavian ( Augustus ), Marc Antony , and Marcus Aemilius Lepidus&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR VALIGN=TOP&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;INPUT TYPE="radio" NAME="selection" VALUE="3"&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p class="center"&gt;Paula, Randy and Simon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;INPUT TYPE="submit" VALUE="  Vote  " id=thebutton name=thebutton&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.dream-tool.net/tools/polls.mv?view+triumverate"&gt;View Results&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FORM&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- End Dream Tools Poll --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-107771353336376570?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107771353336376570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107771353336376570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/2004/02/more-successful-triumvirate.htm' title='More Successful Triumvirate'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-107762658395242597</id><published>2004-02-24T07:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T14:55:46.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mardi Mess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nola.com/bourbocam/classic/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nola.com/cgi-bin/nph-cachecam.cgi?camid=bourbon&amp;ols=nola&amp;ts=20040224072956&amp;ct=20" alt="." style="left: 0; top: 0; float: left; z-index: 0" width="100"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;T&lt;/font&gt;oday is Mardi Gras. (something I've still never been to). For one week of tourism New Orleans seems to put up with a lot. But anyway... here's a list of places that, if money wasn't an object, I'd like to be at for a one year span:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Jan: New Years: Times Square&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Feb: Groundhog Day: Punxsatawney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mar: St. Patrick's Day: Ireland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Apr: Easter: Jerusalem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;May: Mother's Day: Columbia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Jun: Father's Day: Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Jul: 4th of July: Washington DC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Aug has no holidays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sep. 11: New York City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oct: Halloween: Salem, MS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nov: Thanksgiving: Plymouth, MS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Dec: Christmas: I sure wouldn't want to be at the North Pole. Let's just say I wonder what they do for Christmas in Australia.&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://ki0sk.org/smiley/theme/wink.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-107762658395242597?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107762658395242597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107762658395242597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/2004/02/mardi-mess.htm' title='Mardi Mess'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-107719841258137765</id><published>2004-02-19T08:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T14:58:23.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eddie Translator: 0001</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.tv1.com.au/img/db/programs/quincy.jpg" alt="What is he holding? A slide? Maybe that's his pictures from his last vaca?" style="left: 0; top: 0; float: left; z-index: 0" width="100"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;W&lt;/font&gt;hat the Dr. Says: You need to fast before you appointment tomorrow. No food or drink, besides water, after midnight. &lt;p&gt;What I hear: Make sure you eat a ton of food tonight and stop at around midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have a physical today. &lt;img src="http://ki0sk.org/smiley/theme/cface.gif"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think my Thyroid (or lack thereof) will be tested. I'll also be subject, probably, to a cholesterol screening and a full battery of test. I think I know why it's called a battery. I'll probably know even better after. &lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-107719841258137765?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107719841258137765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107719841258137765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/2004/02/eddie-translator-0001.htm' title='Eddie Translator: 0001'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-107705274701136444</id><published>2004-02-18T04:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T15:03:59.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>C Is For</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://lbn-tattoo.com/images/tattoos/henna/cookie-monster.jpg" alt="what an odd tatoo selection" style="left: 0; top: 0; float: left; z-index: 0" width="100"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;W&lt;/font&gt;hat-Do-You-Think Wednesday?&lt;p&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Begin Dream Tools Poll --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;SCRIPT LANGUAGE="JavaScript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;!--&lt;br /&gt;function disableSubmit(form)&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;br /&gt;    form.thebutton.disabled = true;&lt;br /&gt;    return true;&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;//--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/SCRIPT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FORM ACTION="http://www.dream-tool.net/tools/polls.mv?submit+cisfor" METHOD="POST" onSubmit="return disableSubmit(this);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE BORDER=1 WIDTH=200 CELLPADDING=0 CELLSPACING=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TH&gt;C Is For&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let the image sway your vote.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE BORDER=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR VALIGN=TOP&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;INPUT TYPE="radio" NAME="selection" VALUE="1"&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt;cookie&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR VALIGN=TOP&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;INPUT TYPE="radio" NAME="selection" VALUE="2"&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt;a symbol that sounds like 'see'&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR VALIGN=TOP&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;INPUT TYPE="radio" NAME="selection" VALUE="3"&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt;people who can spell&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;INPUT TYPE="submit" VALUE="  Vote  " id=thebutton name=thebutton&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.dream-tool.net/tools/polls.mv?view+cisfor"&gt;View Results&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;  &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/FORM&gt;&lt;!-- End Dream Tools Poll --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Hr&gt;&lt;p&gt;In other news. I got the SI Swimsuit Issue yesterday in the mail. I was roughly the size of my entire mailbox. I had to give it a cursory flip-through and I was surprised, though, at how many of the models didn't even have the swimsuits on (that or they were tugging at them to try to get them off). It strikes me as ironic that a designer somewhere might get a call saying "hey, we're putting your swimsuit in the swimsuit issue" only to find that when the magazine comes out their product is in an unrecognizable pile on the sand next to a model that looks excited to get that thing off.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-107705274701136444?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107705274701136444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107705274701136444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/2004/02/c-is-for.htm' title='C Is For'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-107702497222705960</id><published>2004-02-17T08:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T15:03:04.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooperate (why don't ya)</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.bloggerheads.com/star_wars/images/star_wars_seinfeld_darren.jpg" alt="I guess I really couldn't see Jerry as Luke. He'd be way too bored with the whole saving-the-universe thing." style="left: 0; top: 0; float: left; z-index: 0" width="100"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;I&lt;/font&gt; need some help from the music industry. Last night the &lt;a href="http://www.stanthecaddy.com/darren.html" target="_blank"&gt;Seinfeld was on where Kramer had an intern to do all his odd chores&lt;/a&gt; for Kramerica Industries. Since I don't Edmerica Industries will be getting an intern any time soon, I need some help from the music industry. I need a menu where I can pick and choose the groups I like and I need that to magically produce a calendar for me of their album release dates and when they're going to be in town. I recently found out that I missed the latest Howie Day release. Now that's just tragic. &lt;p&gt;DARREN!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://ki0sk.org/smiley/theme/ex.gif"&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Century Schoolbook" size="1"&gt;(Scene: At NYU)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Century Schoolbook" size="1"&gt;Kramer: Dean Jones, you wanting to talk to me?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Century Schoolbook" size="1"&gt;Dean Jones: I’ve been reviewing Darren’s internship journal. Doing laundry…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Century Schoolbook" size="1"&gt;Kramer: …Yeah.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Century Schoolbook" size="1"&gt;Dean Jones: …Mending chicken wire, hi-tea with a Mr. Newman.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Century Schoolbook" size="1"&gt;Kramer: I know it sounds pretty glamorous, but it’s business as usual at Kramerica. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Century Schoolbook" size="1"&gt;Dean Jones: As far as I can tell your entire enterprise is more than a solitary man with a messy apartment which may or may not contain a chicken.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Century Schoolbook" size="1"&gt;Kramer: And with Darren’s help, we’ll get that chicken.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-107702497222705960?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107702497222705960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107702497222705960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/2004/02/cooperate-why-dont-ya.htm' title='Cooperate (why don&apos;t ya)'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-10769344415300317</id><published>2004-02-16T07:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T07:22:51.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>America's Sweet&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.celebrity-exchange.com/celebs/photos36/julia-roberts.jpg" alt="." style="left: 0; top: 0; float: left; z-index: 0" width="100"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;I&lt;/font&gt;n the great tradition of DVD gifting, America's Sweethearts was gifted by me to her for Valentine's Day. The amount of sacrifice I made to introduce another Julia Roberts movie into our DVD library cannot be measure. &lt;br&gt;I just don't like that pretty woman.&lt;br&gt;But, below is a list of tolerable movies from her.&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://ki0sk.org/smiley/theme/wink.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;- &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0240772/"&gt;Ocean's Eleven&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0236493/"&gt;The Mexian&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0118883/"&gt;Conspiracy Theory&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0099582/"&gt;Flatliners&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0119738/"&gt;My Best Friend's Wedding&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;.o(Hmmm... those all have actors I like. Brad Pitt, Mell Gibson, Keifer Sutherland and Rupert Everett. Coincidence? I think not.)&lt;hr&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS: Congrats &lt;a href="http://pgatour.com/story/7092102"&gt;John&lt;/a&gt; it's been a while and Happy BDAY &lt;a href="http://bluethrill.net/blog/"&gt;Dave&lt;/a&gt;!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-10769344415300317?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/10769344415300317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/10769344415300317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/2004/02/americas-sweet3.htm' title='America&apos;s Sweet&lt;3'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-107659872472141723</id><published>2004-02-13T05:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T07:22:39.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SouthPark Caricature</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ki0sk.org/dib/eddiesp.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ki0sk.org/dib/eddiesp.jpg" alt="." style="left: 0; top: 0; float: left; z-index: 0" width="100"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;L&lt;/font&gt;eft (click to enlarge or click &lt;a href="http://www.southparkstudios.com/games/create.html" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to make yourself into a South Park character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; the &lt;a href="http://fridayfive.org" target="_blank"&gt;Friday 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. Are you superstitious?&lt;br&gt;Nope. I like walking under ladder.&lt;br&gt;2. What extremes have you heard of someone going to in the name of superstition?&lt;br&gt;The oddest thing I've ever heard is to never leave through the same door that you entered a house through. How do you do that?&lt;br&gt;3. Believer or not, what's your favorite superstition?&lt;br&gt;I actually think that breaking a mirror is bad luck. Shards of glass? Your reflection as a &lt;a href="http://www.bartleby.com/201/1.html" target="_blank"&gt;heap of broken images&lt;/a&gt;? That's just creepy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://ki0sk.org/smiley/theme/sqiface.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;4. Do you believe in luck? If yes, do you have a lucky number/article of clothing/ritual?&lt;br&gt;No. But I think you can make yourself unlucky via stupidity. It's never a bad idea to cross yourself before a long road trip or a plane flight. &lt;br&gt;5. Do you believe in astrology? Why or why not?&lt;br&gt;I can't believe in astrology because it's based on the path of planets. The planets are on a designated path and therefore it would seem to imply that at some point everything will repeat itself. But in an ever-changing world I can't see that happening. Plus it's up to interpretation by the astologer. And, c'mon, it's all based on the month you were born in? That'd mean that all sets of twins or triplets would have the same fate. We know they don't.&lt;img src="http://ki0sk.org/smiley/theme/siamese.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-107659872472141723?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107659872472141723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107659872472141723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/2004/02/southpark-caricature.htm' title='SouthPark Caricature'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-107643151069318094</id><published>2004-02-11T01:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T15:02:23.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Which is Scarier?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.altergray.50megs.com/images/pho_clowns.jpg" alt="Can't Sleep, Clowns Will Eat Me." style="left: 0; top: 0; float: left; z-index: 0" width="100"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;A&lt;/font&gt;nd you have to choose one. It doesn't matter if you're really &lt;a href="http://altergray.50megs.com/phobia_clowns.html" target="_blank"&gt;coulrophobic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://ki0sk.org/smiley/theme/hmm.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Begin Dream Tools Poll --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;SCRIPT LANGUAGE="JavaScript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;!--&lt;br /&gt;function disableSubmit(form)&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;br /&gt;    form.thebutton.disabled = true;&lt;br /&gt;    return true;&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;//--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/SCRIPT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FORM ACTION="http://www.dream-tool.net/tools/polls.mv?submit+scrriervdayorthirteenth" METHOD="POST" onSubmit="return disableSubmit(this);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE BORDER=1 WIDTH=200 CELLPADDING=0 CELLSPACING=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR BGCOLOR="#CECECE"&gt;&lt;TH class="boxdark"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p class="center"&gt;Scarier&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="center"&gt;Which is scarier?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE BORDER=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR VALIGN=TOP&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;INPUT TYPE="radio" NAME="selection" VALUE="1"&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p class="center"&gt;Valetine's Day&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR VALIGN=TOP&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;INPUT TYPE="radio" NAME="selection" VALUE="2"&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p class="center"&gt;Friday the 13th&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;INPUT TYPE="submit" VALUE="  Vote  " id=thebutton name=thebutton&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.dream-tool.net/tools/polls.mv?view+scrriervdayorthirteenth"&gt;View Results&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FORM&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- End Dream Tools Poll --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-107643151069318094?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107643151069318094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107643151069318094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/2004/02/which-is-scarier.htm' title='Which is Scarier?'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-107636024254076184</id><published>2004-02-10T03:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T15:50:59.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How Not To Get Murdered</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://whowouldyoukill.com/logo2.gif" width="100" alt="." style="left: 0; top: 0; float: left; z-index: 0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;T&lt;/font&gt;here's a lot to be learned &lt;a href="http://whowouldyoukill.com" target="_blank"&gt;from this site&lt;/a&gt;. But besides the fact that &lt;a href="http://whowouldyoukill.com/friends.html" target ="_blank"&gt;I'm not the only one that despises Ross&lt;/a&gt;, you should probably study the least killable people and see what they're traits are.&lt;p&gt;For instance, &lt;a href="http://whowouldyoukill.com/sesamestreet.html" target="_blank"&gt; if you tell it like it is and don't dress up a bad situation, you're less likely to be killed.&lt;/a&gt; Or, &lt;a href="http://whowouldyoukill.com/spincity.html" target="_blank"&gt;if you're a hot chick, you're less likely to be killed.&lt;/a&gt; Sometimes, &lt;a href="http://whowouldyoukill.com/dawson.html" target="_blank"&gt;age and the ability to make a mean muffin will keep you alive&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;p&gt;So study up and get your killability level down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://ki0sk.org/smiley/theme/wink.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-107636024254076184?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107636024254076184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107636024254076184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/2004/02/how-not-to-get-murdered.htm' title='How Not To Get Murdered'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-107607150038751518</id><published>2004-02-06T07:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T15:27:00.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Touch Me, Cause I'm Electric...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.ubergadget.com/blog/archives/images/shock.jpg" alt="now that looks painful" style="left: 0; top: 0; float: left; z-index: 0" width="100"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;A&lt;/font&gt;nd if you touch me, you'll get shocked!. Have you noticed how static electricity is rampant? I think that possibly the aliens and C.I.A. are using static electricity to power the monitors they've implanted in our brains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://ki0sk.org/smiley/theme/tongue.gif"&gt;&lt;hr&gt;The Friday Fiver&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What's the most daring thing you've ever done?&lt;p&gt;daring or stupid? I've ridden on the back of moving cars, played the knife between the finger game, bungee jumped, ran across the world longest suspension bridge and driven without a seatbelt. take your pick.&lt;p&gt;2. What one thing would you like to try that your mother/friend/significant other would never approve of?&lt;p&gt;probably parachuting&lt;p&gt;3. On a scale of 1-10, what's your risk factor? (1=never take risks, 10=it's a lifestyle)&lt;p&gt;probably a 4 but it gets lower every year&lt;p&gt;4. What's the best thing that's ever happened to you as a result of being bold/risky?&lt;p&gt;i learned a good lesson about gravity&lt;p&gt;5. ... and what's the worst?&lt;p&gt;i learned a lesson about antiseptics&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-107607150038751518?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107607150038751518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107607150038751518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/2004/02/dont-touch-me-cause-im-electric.htm' title='Don&apos;t Touch Me, Cause I&apos;m Electric...'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-107598546312110492</id><published>2004-02-05T07:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T07:57:06.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>7:47, 47 After the Hour</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.pa.lamar.edu/campus/images/tower.jpg" alt="I'm sure that's a tower for a country station." style="left: 0; top: 0; float: left; z-index: 0" width="100"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;W&lt;/font&gt;hat if everyone talked like DJ? &lt;p&gt;- Hey, what time is it?&lt;p&gt;- Why it's 7:47. 47 after 7.&lt;p&gt;Do we really need that kind of redundancy? Nope.&lt;img src="http://ki0sk.org/smiley/theme/shh.gif"&gt; &lt;p&gt;Maybe it's required by the FCC. Maybe they have to say it twice to believe that they're actually up at the hour? &lt;p&gt;Who knows?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-107598546312110492?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107598546312110492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107598546312110492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/2004/02/747-47-after-hour.htm' title='7:47, 47 After the Hour'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-107589896726584990</id><published>2004-02-04T07:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T15:19:59.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Groundhog Torture</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.groundhog.org/mainphoto_sixweeks.jpg" alt="booooo" style="left: 0; top: 0; float: left; z-index: 0" width="100"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;W&lt;/font&gt;hat-Do-You-Think Wednesday&lt;p&gt;I think that we can all agree that &lt;a href="groundhog.org" alt="bad rodent, bad" target="_blank"&gt;Punxsatawney Phil&lt;/a&gt; needs to be punished for seeing his shadow on Monday and therefore bestowing upon us further winter torture.&lt;p&gt; But what would be fitting punishment for our rodent friend? (especially in the light of current events)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Begin Dream Tools Poll --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;SCRIPT LANGUAGE="JavaScript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;!--&lt;br /&gt;function disableSubmit(form)&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;br /&gt;    form.thebutton.disabled = true;&lt;br /&gt;    return true;&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;//--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/SCRIPT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FORM ACTION="http://www.dream-tool.net/tools/polls.mv?submit+philpunishment" METHOD="POST" onSubmit="return disableSubmit(this);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE BORDER=1 WIDTH=300 CELLPADDING=0 CELLSPACING=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR BGCOLOR="#CECECE"&gt;&lt;TH&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p class="center"&gt;Punxsatawney Phil Punishment&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="center"&gt;What should his punishment be for rendering 6 more weeks of winter on us?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE BORDER=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR VALIGN=TOP&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p class="center"&gt;&lt;INPUT TYPE="radio" NAME="selection" VALUE="1"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p class="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&amp;amp;u=/afp/20040204/ts_alt_afp/us_jackson_janet_040204085224" target="_blank"&gt;Having&lt;br /&gt;    sunburst nipple clamps put on all 8 of his mammaries?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR VALIGN=TOP&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p class="center"&gt;&lt;INPUT TYPE="radio" NAME="selection" VALUE="2"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p class="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&amp;amp;u=/afp/20040130/ts_alt_afp/us_vote_kerry_people_040130195533" target="_blank"&gt;Having&lt;br /&gt;    painful Botox injections to make him look younger?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR VALIGN=TOP&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p class="center"&gt;&lt;INPUT TYPE="radio" NAME="selection" VALUE="3"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p class="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sports.yahoo.com/nfl/news;_ylc=X3oDMTBpNWZic251BF9TAzI1NjY0ODI1BHNlYwN0aA--?slug=ap-patriotsparade&amp;amp;prov=ap&amp;amp;type=lgns" target="_blank"&gt;Getting&lt;br /&gt;    kicked through an upright from 35 yards? or&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR VALIGN=TOP&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p class="center"&gt;&lt;INPUT TYPE="radio" NAME="selection" VALUE="4"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p class="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://yahoo.eonline.com/Reviews/Facts/Movies/Reviews/0,1052,88339,00.html?yhnws" target="_blank"&gt;Force&lt;br /&gt;    him to watch the new Ashton Kuchar movie?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;INPUT TYPE="submit" VALUE="  Vote  " id=thebutton name=thebutton&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.dream-tool.net/tools/polls.mv?view+philpunishment"&gt;View Results&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FORM&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- End Dream Tools Poll --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://ki0sk.org/smiley/theme/bigevilgrin.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-107589896726584990?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107589896726584990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107589896726584990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/2004/02/groundhog-torture.htm' title='Groundhog Torture'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-107581302107992073</id><published>2004-02-03T07:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T15:29:09.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Western</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.ncl.ac.uk/crif/images/western.jpg" alt="Is that a book or what?" style="left: 0; top: 0; float: left; z-index: 0" width="100"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;S&lt;/font&gt;o you have to know what I have about 4 or 5 ideas for books and movies. I don't really share them unless it comes up. Yesterday it came up. &lt;p&gt;interestingly, my lunch buddy was saying that there was going to be a seminar in town on how to sell your movie script. Naturally, I was like &lt;i&gt;how much is that?&lt;/i&gt; He said $100 and that he was thinking of going? I didn't even know he had a penchant for writing scripts but I asked him what he wanted to write a movie about. He said "A Western that has never been done before". &lt;p&gt;That's actually a good idea. But what would it be like?&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Maverick&lt;/I&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Unforgiven&lt;/I&gt; &amp; &lt;i&gt;Dances With Wolves&lt;/i&gt; come to mind, but most other westerns stay in the genres quite clearly. Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://ki0sk.org/smiley/theme/hmm.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-107581302107992073?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107581302107992073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107581302107992073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/2004/02/best-western.htm' title='Best Western'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-107572438212860929</id><published>2004-02-02T07:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T07:30:39.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bummer</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://us.news2.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/p/ap/20040202/capt.macs10602020514.super_bowl_patriots_reax_macs106.jpg" alt="dude, you're not an indian." style="left: 0; top: 0; float: left; z-index: 0" width="100"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;W&lt;/font&gt;hat a bummer. The Panthers lost (but barely). &lt;a href="http://sports.yahoo.com/nfl/photo?slug=afp-amfoot_super_streaker&amp;prov=afp"&gt;Some naked guy runs out on the field. (Thank God they didn't show that on TV).&lt;/a&gt; And what is it about winning a football game that makes people want to start conflagrations? Does it just go hand-in-hand and I didn't know about it? Is it in the football celebration handbook?&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://ki0sk.org/smiley/theme/hmm.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.groundhog.org/"&gt;More importantly, today is groundhog day. Let's hope for a short winter.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-107572438212860929?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107572438212860929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107572438212860929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/2004/02/bummer.htm' title='Bummer'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-107546592656702789</id><published>2004-01-30T07:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T15:37:11.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rah Rah</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;A&lt;/font&gt;ll I have to say today is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="20" color="#00C7DE"&gt;GO PANTHERS!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://ki0sk.org/smiley/theme/ex.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;and the &lt;a href://fridayfive.org&gt;Friday Five&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;You have just won one million dollars:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. Who do you call first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;my boss and i'd say "um... i'm not coming in to work anymore. k. thanks"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;2. What is the first thing you buy for yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;A ticket to Baja California to go deep sea fishing somewhere it's warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;3. What is the first thing you buy for someone else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'd have to get my mom a ticket to Rome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;4. Do you give any away? If yes, to whom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Just $1,000,000?!?! Probably not. I wouldn't hoard it but that's only enough to live on if you don't waste it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;5. Do you invest any? If so, how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yeah. Of Course. I'd have to enough to start a business so I'd do that and then run it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-107546592656702789?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107546592656702789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107546592656702789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/2004/01/rah-rah.htm' title='Rah Rah'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-107537907854482752</id><published>2004-01-29T07:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T15:46:07.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Carton: Back From Extinction</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.winchestercheese.com/cheesemaking/pix/milking.jpg" alt="So many udders. So little time." style="left: 0; top: 0; float: left; z-index: 0" width="100"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;W&lt;/font&gt;hen was the last time you had a &lt;strong&gt;carton&lt;/strong&gt; of milk? I mean from a carton. &lt;p&gt;It's probably been a while.&lt;p&gt;Well... weather conditions and the miscommunications of delivery drivers conspired against me at the grocery store. Their evil plot (or chance, random event) left me with one decision: Get a carton of milk? or have no milk at all. &lt;p&gt;That's not a tough one since Golden Grahams just aren't the same with water as the soluble. A carton of Organic Whole Milk was my only option. It has just been a while since I had to do the whole carton thing. I guess they went the way of the dodo.&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://ki0sk.org/smiley/theme/lface.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-107537907854482752?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107537907854482752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107537907854482752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/2004/01/carton-back-from-extinction.htm' title='The Carton: Back From Extinction'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-107521440320235268</id><published>2004-01-28T06:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T08:48:00.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Year Of The...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.athens2004.com/images/Products/polos.jpg" alt="Nothing says Olympics like a nice polo shirt." style="left: 0; top: 0; float: left; z-index: 0" width="100"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;W&lt;/font&gt;hat-Do-You-Think-Wednesday.&lt;p&gt;This is obviously an election year. It's also an Olympic Year (summer) and a winter X games year. It's also a leap year. Which are you most excited about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://ki0sk.org/smiley/theme/hmm.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Begin Dream Tools Poll --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;SCRIPT LANGUAGE="JavaScript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;!--&lt;br /&gt;function disableSubmit(form)&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;br /&gt;    form.thebutton.disabled = true;&lt;br /&gt;    return true;&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;//--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/SCRIPT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FORM ACTION="http://www.dream-tool.net/tools/polls.mv?submit+two004" METHOD="POST" onSubmit="return disableSubmit(this);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE BORDER=1 WIDTH=180 CELLPADDING=0 CELLSPACING=0 BORDERCOLOR=#666666 BGCOLOR="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR BGCOLOR="#CECECE"&gt;&lt;TH class="box"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;h2 class="center"&gt;2004: The Year of the...&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="center"&gt;What are you most excited about in 2004?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE BORDER=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR VALIGN=TOP&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p class="center"&gt;&lt;INPUT TYPE="radio" NAME="selection" VALUE="1"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p class="center"&gt;Presidential Election&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR VALIGN=TOP&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p class="center"&gt;&lt;INPUT TYPE="radio" NAME="selection" VALUE="2"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p class="center"&gt;Winter X Games&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR VALIGN=TOP&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p class="center"&gt;&lt;INPUT TYPE="radio" NAME="selection" VALUE="3"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p class="center"&gt;Summer Olympic Games&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR VALIGN=TOP&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p class="center"&gt;&lt;INPUT TYPE="radio" NAME="selection" VALUE="4"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p class="center"&gt;Leap Year (one extra day in February)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;INPUT TYPE="submit" VALUE="  Vote  " id=thebutton name=thebutton&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.dream-tool.net/tools/polls.mv?view+two004"&gt;View Results&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FORM&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- End Dream Tools Poll --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-107521440320235268?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107521440320235268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107521440320235268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/2004/01/year-of.htm' title='The Year Of The...'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-107521483789949278</id><published>2004-01-27T09:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T15:28:03.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Jacking</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://web.ics.purdue.edu/~cirillo/jack.jpg" alt="Jack in the box... Jacking... get it?" style="left: 0; top: 0; float: left; z-index: 0" width="100"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;H&lt;/font&gt;ave you ever seen &lt;i&gt;Finding Forrester&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;p&gt;If not then go see it, but Sean Connery does something funny in that movie where he uses someone else writing to propel the writer (in this case his pupil) into his own writing. I shall do this from time-to-time and call it Blog Jacking.&lt;p&gt;Today, &lt;a href="http://bluethrill.net/"&gt;Dave&lt;/a&gt;'s blog will be jacked.&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I have &lt;strike&gt;nothing&lt;/strike&gt; very little to say today.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Come back &lt;strike&gt;another day &lt;/strike&gt; on Wednesday&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  When I &lt;strike&gt;may&lt;/strike&gt; have &lt;strike&gt;something to say&lt;/strike&gt; a poll,&lt;br /&gt;  ole!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Yippee Ki-Yay&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Argh...&lt;strike&gt;Monday&lt;/strike&gt; Tuesday&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Snow &lt;i&gt;and ice&lt;/i&gt;, go away&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Wish I was a kid again&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So I could just go play&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Instead of being trapped in&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  This office again all day&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://ki0sk.org/smiley/theme/ctear.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-107521483789949278?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107521483789949278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107521483789949278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/2004/01/blog-jacking.htm' title='Blog Jacking'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-107512667677020543</id><published>2004-01-26T09:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T15:44:37.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>These 5 Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://ww.charmeck.org/arena/arena_image.jpg" alt="Can you see the snow?" style="left: 0; top: 0; float: left; z-index: 0" width="100"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;T&lt;/font&gt;hese 5 things I know are true.&lt;p&gt;* If I was in school today would be a snow day.&lt;p&gt;* Last of the Mohican's is the best movie based on a James Fennimore Cooper book.&lt;p&gt;* I have no idea what Australia day is but I have seen Crocodile Dundee ten too many times on cable.&lt;p&gt;* If static electricity could be harnessed, I could quit my job. and &lt;p&gt;* It's really odd that spackle now comes pink but dries white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://ki0sk.org/smiley/theme/9face.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-107512667677020543?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107512667677020543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107512667677020543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/2004/01/these-5-things.htm' title='These 5 Things'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-107486269082795411</id><published>2004-01-23T07:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T15:00:35.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Five For Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.thedigitalbits.com/articles/anamorphic/aspectratios/fewgoodmen0.jpg" alt="Nobody likes her very much." style="left: 0; top: 0; float: left; z-index: 0" width="100"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;Y&lt;/font&gt;ou know. I think I forgot the What-Do-You-Think Wednesday for this week. Eeek. And now I'm about to run to a meeting so this is all you'll get....&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://ki0sk.org/smiley/theme/ack.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;The Friday Five&lt;br&gt;At this moment, what is your favorite...&lt;br&gt;1. ...song?&lt;br&gt;I was just thinking in the car how much I love Picture of You by the Cure. It was and is still my favorite.&lt;br&gt;2. ...food?&lt;br&gt;At this point, I'll take any food. But if I could choose it would be a Filet Mignon from the Old Mill.&lt;br&gt;3. ...tv show?&lt;br&gt;Wow. Are there any good shows? Maybe PTI.&lt;br&gt;4. ...scent?&lt;br&gt;The scent of a Filet Mignon from the Old Mill.&lt;br&gt;5. ...quote? &lt;br&gt;I have no responsibilities here what so ever" - A Few Good Men&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-107486269082795411?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107486269082795411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107486269082795411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/2004/01/five-for-friday.htm' title='Five For Friday'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-107477721630106782</id><published>2004-01-22T08:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T15:44:13.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>McKindness</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.metroactive.com/papers/metro/10.17.96/gifs/the-who-9642.jpg" alt="Talkin' bout my generation." style="left: 0; top: 0; float: left; z-index: 0" width="100"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;S&lt;/font&gt;o my co-worker and I go to McDonald's for lunch. And right when we walk in we notice that a homeless person is there. (the signs are obvious and we play a chess game of trying to check his out without being checked out ourselves) So we get our food and sit down and start discussing other things when we hear this small-ish voice say, "Hello. Did you eat anything today?"&lt;p&gt;It's a 10-or-so-year-old kid talking to the homeless man. The man is just as astonished as we are and the kid goes on to say, "Do you want any McDonald's?" The man nods and the kid continues, "A cheeseburger and fries?" More nodding. "And a drink?" And with that he goes to the front and with is mom's money orders the food. Granted that his mom is there the kid still did all the talking. Jeff (the aforementioned friend) and I look at each other as if to say, "who is this kid? McAulley Caulkin talking to the scary neighbor in &lt;i&gt;Home Alone?&lt;/i&gt;".&lt;p&gt;I say, "wow." Jeff says, "he did better than I'd do". &lt;p&gt;And it's true. I've done my share of good deeds but yesterday wasn't one of those days. I just saw the homeless man and thought, "wonder how long he's been hanging out here" not "I bet he's hungry". &lt;P&gt;I fear not the younger generation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-107477721630106782?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107477721630106782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107477721630106782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/2004/01/mckindness.htm' title='McKindness'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-107469163979623315</id><published>2004-01-21T08:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T15:43:37.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Impersonating a W2</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.xcskiracer.com/irs.gif" alt="If only the IRS got to carry guns." style="left: 0; top: 0; float: left; z-index: 0" width="100"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;O&lt;/font&gt;pen letter to the imposter...&lt;p&gt;Dear W2 impostors,&lt;p&gt; I know your company is trying to make money. I'm sure you've got to make that next BMW payment. I get it. But don't send me spam in an envelope that is exacly the same size and shape as a W2. I mean, c'mon, we all know that a W2 comes in a specific envelope that you can definitely pick out in a line-up. It's very distinct. In fact, I'd have to say it's the gull-wing Mercedes of the envelope world - you just can't miss it.&lt;p&gt;So when you send me that spam in an identical envelope you're just impersonating a W2 and that's not right. I know that it's also the time of year for W2's so you did catch me off guard.&lt;p&gt;Next month, when you send me that spam-valentines, at least make it cute.&lt;P&gt;&lt;img src="http://ki0sk.org/smiley/theme/inlove.gif"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sincerely and Still Awaiting His W2, &lt;p&gt;Eddie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-107469163979623315?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107469163979623315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107469163979623315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/2004/01/impersonating-w2.htm' title='Impersonating a W2'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-107460220910857970</id><published>2004-01-20T07:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T15:58:43.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LARNJUT</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.egriz.com/images/grizpics/misc/license%20plate.jpg" alt="This I can decipher." style="left: 0; top: 0; float: left; z-index: 0" width="100"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;F&lt;/font&gt;irst of all... GO PANTHERS. Who knew we were so good. And now we're underdogs again so that's just how we like it. Let me just say that Michael Vick will be healthy next year and ATL will win the superbowl. Then it'll be 3 years from the same division and the power vacuum will shift to us. Weeee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Are you ever behind a car and it has a custom plate that's like "LARNJUT" and you spend the whole time behind them trying to figure out if it's LARN - JUT or LA RN (for nurse) and JUT? or just their favorite letters in the order of importance? And then it hits you, this just might be their name. And you wonder why you make everything more complicated that it needs to be. And then you realize you've driven 5 miles and don't remember how you got there or if the lights were red. &lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://ki0sk.org/smiley/theme/shh.gif"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah. I do that too. Often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-107460220910857970?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107460220910857970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107460220910857970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/2004/01/larnjut.htm' title='LARNJUT'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-107425741124928766</id><published>2004-01-16T07:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T15:59:41.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rally With A Cause</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.celebrationofhope.org/contentpic/charm.jpg" alt="..." style="left: 0; top: 0; float: left; z-index: 0" width="100"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;I&lt;/font&gt;'m not sure if this is still a local story or not but it's a good story. The full version is &lt;a href="http://www.celebrationofhope.org/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; but the cliff note version is that a girl named Hope got her wish from "Make-A-Wish" and it was to grant all the other kids wishes. They figured they'd need $1,000,000 to make that happen. She then got involved somehow with the Carolina Panthers and the story was on during a playoff game of hers. Well... she died but they're still trying to grant her wish. &lt;br&gt;I think they've raised around $700,000 to date and there's a pep rally today to honor her. &lt;img src="http://ki0sk.org/smiley/theme/smile.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;and that's where I'll be at lunch.&lt;br&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Friday 5&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it say in the signature line of your emails?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing. i'd change it way too often.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Did you have a senior quote in your high school yearbook? What was it? If you haven't graduated yet, what would you like your quote to be?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey... I really don't know you that well but I'm glad the years over. Good luck next year". Just kidding. That's just what everyone wrote in my yearbook. I quoted a commercial in theirs.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If you had vanity plates on your car, what would they read? If you already have them, what do they say?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONTHITME&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you received any gifts with messages engraved upon them? What did the inscription say?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope. I'm still waiting for my engraved trophy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What would you like your epitaph to be?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch, that hurts. Step off me!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-107425741124928766?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107425741124928766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107425741124928766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/2004/01/rally-with-cause.htm' title='Rally With A Cause'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-107416966082315299</id><published>2004-01-15T07:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T15:01:24.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Count</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.ajourneyofdiscovery.com/egypt.jpg"  alt="Papyrus I knew. Cotton I didn't know they were good at." style="left: 0; top: 0; float: left; z-index: 0" width="100"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;I&lt;/font&gt; certainly don't have the best of everything. I don't have the best &lt;a href="http://www.goehner.com/gates.htm"&gt;house&lt;/a&gt;, the best &lt;a href="http://www.gullwinggroup.org/resources.php"&gt;car&lt;/a&gt; or even the best &lt;a href="http://www.bestbuyplasma.com/Plasma/Product.asp_X_Sku_Y_KDE61XBR950"&gt;TV&lt;/a&gt; of most people I know. I don't live in the best &lt;a href="http://dir.yahoo.com/Regional/Countries/Italy/Regions/Veneto/Provinces/Venice/Cities/Venice/"&gt;city&lt;/a&gt; or have the best &lt;a href="http://www.pebblebeach.com/6c.html"&gt;job&lt;/a&gt; around. I can't say that my dog would even be ranked as the best &lt;a href="http://www.pettails.com/breedarforpr.html"&gt;by some people&lt;/a&gt;, but we like him. I can't say that I have a lot of the best stuff, but this I know. I have got to have the best sheets around.&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://ki0sk.org/smiley/theme/ex.gif"&gt;&lt;p&gt;5 words kiddos: Egyptian Cotton, 400 Thread Count. That'll make you want to stay in bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-107416966082315299?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107416966082315299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107416966082315299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/2004/01/best-count.htm' title='The Best Count'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-107408660091797376</id><published>2004-01-14T08:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T16:01:47.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Space Race</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://static.howstuffworks.com/gif/space-shuttle-launch3a.jpg" alt="did you say 'gimble'?" style="left: 0; top: 0; float: left; z-index: 0" width="100"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;W&lt;/font&gt;hat-Do-You-Think-Wednesday&lt;BR&gt;Sometimes this week the Bush Administration announced some advances that would be made in the space program. I watched a bit on the news where some NASA folks were saying how excited they were that we were getting such good data from our satellites. &lt;p&gt;Sure. That's great. But what about kids who don't have shoes? What about teachers that quit because they aren't getting paid enough to deal with Ritalin hopped up kids?&lt;P&gt;I'm sure the engineers at NASA are nice people, but how much does one of them make? How much rocket fuel is needed for a mission to Mars. &lt;P&gt;I'd like to stay on the technological edge but I'm not sure I'd be saying that if I were a homeless person in Florida that was woken up one morning by the sound of a billion dollar rocket ship taking off. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Begin Dream Tools Poll --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;SCRIPT LANGUAGE="JavaScript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;!--&lt;br /&gt;function disableSubmit(form)&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;br /&gt;    form.thebutton.disabled = true;&lt;br /&gt;    return true;&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;//--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/SCRIPT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FORM ACTION="http://www.dream-tool.net/tools/polls.mv?submit+spacerace" METHOD="POST" onSubmit="return disableSubmit(this);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE BORDER=1 WIDTH=200 CELLPADDING=0 CELLSPACING=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR BGCOLOR="#CECECE"&gt;&lt;TH class="box"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p class="center"&gt;Space Race&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="center"&gt;So the Bush Administration announced that we might have a moon station and a manned trip to Mars soon. Good idea or waste of money?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE BORDER=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR VALIGN=TOP&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p class="center"&gt;&lt;INPUT TYPE="radio" NAME="selection" VALUE="1"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p class="center"&gt;Good Idea&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR VALIGN=TOP&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p class="center"&gt;&lt;INPUT TYPE="radio" NAME="selection" VALUE="2"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p class="center"&gt;Waste of Money&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;INPUT TYPE="submit" VALUE="  Vote  " id=thebutton name=thebutton&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.dream-tool.net/tools/polls.mv?view+spacerace"&gt;View Results&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FORM&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- End Dream Tools Poll --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://ki0sk.org/smiley/theme/hmm.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-107408660091797376?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107408660091797376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107408660091797376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/2004/01/space-race.htm' title='Space Race'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-107399868384844897</id><published>2004-01-13T07:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T16:04:51.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.cuisinart-vs-kitchenaid.com/images/blenders-diagram.gif" alt="ooooo, easy clean base" style="left: 0; top: 0; float: left; z-index: 0" width="100"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;S&lt;/font&gt;ometimes I get my days mixed up. I have the question for the What-Do-You-Think Wednesday today, but don't have much to offer you today. I shall have to resort to offering up recipies. Sure, it's cool.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Peach Smoothie&lt;br&gt;2 pear halves&lt;br&gt;1/2 cup of peach cranberry juice&lt;br&gt;6 ice cubes&lt;br&gt;1 little tubby of Granny Smith apple sauce&lt;br&gt;I small cup of peach yogurt.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;yes, I will try harder tomorrow.&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://ki0sk.org/smiley/theme/9face.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-107399868384844897?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107399868384844897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107399868384844897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/2004/01/sometimes-i-get-my-days-mixed-up.htm' title=''/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-107391047365701942</id><published>2004-01-12T07:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T14:59:47.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A List Of Thank-You's</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.sugarcraft.com/catalog/misc/carpal.jpg" alt="And this is what I'll have to wear when I get carpal tunnels." style="left: 0; top: 0; float: left; z-index: 0" width="100"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;T&lt;/font&gt;hanks to the Carolina Panthers for giving me a few more grey hairs.&lt;P&gt;Thanks to Brett Favre for lobbing that pass up to eliminate your team from the play-off's. &lt;P&gt;Thanks to the PGA Tour for having an event in Hawaii that makes me wish I was back there again. &lt;P&gt;Thanks to mother nature for the snow flakes (no thanks for the freezing weather).&lt;p&gt;Thanks to the makers of Allegra and my Dr. for calling in a prescription fee.&lt;p&gt;Thanks to the lasik place for working me in next Monday (hopefully I will be glasses-free by Spring.&lt;p&gt;And thanks, most of all, to my co-worker for sending me a spreadsheet with 8,541 rows for me to go through. Thanks a lot.&lt;img src="http://ki0sk.org/smiley/theme/gasp.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-107391047365701942?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107391047365701942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107391047365701942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/2004/01/list-of-thank-yous.htm' title='A List Of Thank-You&apos;s'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-107365290742179240</id><published>2004-01-09T07:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T14:47:21.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Car Inventory</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.edmunds.com/media/news/column/writeanddrive/01.aug/01.nissan.pathfinder.500.jpg" alt="Mine aint red though." style="left: 0; top: 0; float: left; z-index: 0" width="100"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;C&lt;/font&gt;ontents of my car. &lt;p&gt;2 sets of golf clubs.&lt;BR&gt;1 football.&lt;BR&gt;1 set of jumper cables.&lt;BR&gt;1 CD holder.&lt;BR&gt;12 or so other cd's wandering about the inside.&lt;BR&gt;2 Kukui nut lei's that I really should take inside.&lt;BR&gt;1 pair of sunglasses.&lt;BR&gt;1 jacket.&lt;p&gt;What's missing?&lt;BR&gt;Why, I'm glad you asked.&lt;BR&gt;An umbrella. I even scoured the car and couldn't find one. How, among all my accoutrements, do I not have a single, lousy umbrella? I stopped to get gas? How, among all the lousy candy bars and hot dogs in the hot dog spas, does a gas station not sell umbrellas?&lt;p&gt;So many questions. So little time.&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://ki0sk.org/smiley/theme/sqiface.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Friday Five's For You. (yeah, these are from last week)&lt;p&gt;What one thing are you most looking forward to . . .&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;1. ...today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;being off for two days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;2. ...over the next week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;the panther's playoff game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;3. ...this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;umm... it's a secret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;4. ...over the next five years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;tee ball games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;5. ...for the rest of your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;playing golf 7 days a week when i retire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-107365290742179240?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107365290742179240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107365290742179240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/2004/01/car-inventory.htm' title='Car Inventory'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-107349337978809965</id><published>2004-01-08T01:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T14:59:17.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Over-Worry</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.impagination.com.au/images/phone.gif" alt="weren't we better off before answering machines?" style="left: 0; top: 0; float: left; z-index: 0" width="100"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;I&lt;/font&gt; am seriously a potential medalist if Over-Worrying ever becomes a sport. I was dreading hearing from someone because we've been playing phone tag and, frankly, I've been to busy to work on his project. In the most cowardly way I emailed him yesterday as I was leaving. (yeah, the search is still on for my spine) I expected to have a message waiting to day and there it was.&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://ki0sk.org/smiley/theme/sqiface.gif"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I stared at the "Msg Wait" LED for a few minutes. &lt;p&gt;Pondered freshening up my coffee.&lt;p&gt;Pondered the feasibility of hacking into our voicemail system and deleting all the voicemails. &lt;p&gt;And then finally check my messages. &lt;p&gt;Yup, his was there but to my surprise the project is even on hold. They're waiting for legal. All worry and no play make Eddie a dull boy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://ki0sk.org/smiley/theme/periodface.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-107349337978809965?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107349337978809965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107349337978809965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/2004/01/over-worry.htm' title='Over-Worry'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-107347938875363949</id><published>2004-01-07T07:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T15:16:08.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Frozen Tundra</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.brosha.com/resolute/images/full/iceberg.jpg" alt="A view only a seal could love." style="left: 0; top: 0; float: left; z-index: 0" width="100"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;W&lt;/font&gt;hat-Do-You-Think Wednesday&lt;p&gt;It's days like this where I say, "gee, I wish I was back in the tropics." Little stinging winds that penetrate my clothes and tingle my skin just isn't as pleasant as it sounds. Being able to play golf or go swimming 365 days a year is. But, with that luxury you also have no season. Like everything in life, you gotta take the good with the bad. But is the bad of a high of 40 really worth a few snowmen?&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://ki0sk.org/smiley/snowman.gif"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Who knows. You tell me.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Begin Dream Tools Poll --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;SCRIPT LANGUAGE="JavaScript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;!--&lt;br /&gt;function disableSubmit(form)&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;br /&gt;    form.thebutton.disabled = true;&lt;br /&gt;    return true;&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;//--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/SCRIPT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FORM ACTION="http://www.dream-tool.net/tools/polls.mv?submit+coldhot" METHOD="POST" onSubmit="return disableSubmit(this);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE BORDER=1 WIDTH=200 CELLPADDING=0 CELLSPACING=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR BGCOLOR="#CECECE"&gt;&lt;TH class="box"&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#000000" SIZE=1 FACE=ARIAL&gt;Which is better?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD class="boxdark"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#000000" SIZE=1 FACE=ARIAL&gt;It's days like these where the high barely gets over freezing that I wonder why I don't live in a tropical climate. Would you rather?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE BORDER=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR VALIGN=TOP&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p class="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" size="1" face="ARIAL"&gt;&lt;INPUT TYPE="radio" NAME="selection" VALUE="1"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p class="center"&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#000000" SIZE=1 FACE=ARIAL&gt;Live where there are season.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR VALIGN=TOP&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p class="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" size="1" face="ARIAL"&gt;&lt;INPUT TYPE="radio" NAME="selection" VALUE="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p class="center"&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#000000" SIZE=1 FACE=ARIAL&gt;Live where it's always cold.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR VALIGN=TOP&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p class="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" size="1" face="ARIAL"&gt;&lt;INPUT TYPE="radio" NAME="selection" VALUE="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p class="center"&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="#000000" SIZE=1 FACE=ARIAL&gt;Live where it's always hot.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" size="1" face="ARIAL"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;INPUT TYPE="submit" VALUE="  Vote  " id=thebutton name=thebutton&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.dream-tool.net/tools/polls.mv?view+coldhot"&gt;View Results&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FORM&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- End Dream Tools Poll --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://ki0sk.org/smiley/theme/ohmy.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-107347938875363949?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107347938875363949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107347938875363949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/2004/01/frozen-tundra.htm' title='Frozen Tundra'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-107306855848911136</id><published>2004-01-06T01:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T16:08:49.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"I Haven't Seen This Before"</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.mintypix.com/gallery/images/640/pirates.jpg" alt="I guess that's scary." style="left: 0; top: 0; float: left; z-index: 0" width="100"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;A&lt;/font&gt; little Christmas anecdote for you. We were going to watch "Pirates of the Caribbean" and my niece started telling what was about to happen. I said, "wait, I haven't  seen this before". She still said one more foreshadowed event and then she went to sleep. I was telling my mom the next day how funny it was that she was telling me what was going to happen and didn't even realize it (she's 5). And my mom says.... "well.... I only watched it up until they burned the ship." HELLO. I didn't get that far. She didn't even realize she said it like that. &lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://ki0sk.org/smiley/theme/shh.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-107306855848911136?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107306855848911136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107306855848911136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/2004/01/i-havent-seen-this-before.htm' title='&quot;I Haven&apos;t Seen This Before&quot;'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-107306834505525108</id><published>2004-01-05T01:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T16:12:41.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Incredible Shrinking Office </title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.farscapevault.com/shrink.jpg" alt="That looks nothing like 'shrink'." style="left: 0; top: 0; float: left; z-index: 0" width="100"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;I&lt;/font&gt; open my email and again find that someone is leaving our office. It's like we have the plague. I'm not sure if it's more perplexing that people are leaving in a bad economy or that I'm not the one leaving. Pot&lt;b&gt;&amp;#257;&lt;/b&gt;to. Po&lt;b&gt;&amp;#259;&lt;/b&gt;to. I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://ki0sk.org/smiley/theme/hmm.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-107306834505525108?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107306834505525108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107306834505525108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/2004/01/incredible-shrinking-office.htm' title='The Incredible Shrinking Office '/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-107306796894765999</id><published>2004-01-04T13:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T16:13:22.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance, Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.raauction.com/assets/images/Dance_3rd_Mix.JPG" alt="50 cents please." style="left: 0; top: 0; float: left; z-index: 0" width="100"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;I&lt;/font&gt;f you've been to an arcade in the last 3 months you've seen this dancing game. The premise of it is that you have to hit the certain steps in time with the song. The game tells you when and you have to be coordinated. &lt;br&gt;Well... we go this for X-Box for Christmas and it is a riot. It has the be the ultimate party game. Just watching people gyrate and nearly fall down is worth the price of admission. My brother dancing was hilarious and his kids were funny to. You sweat when you play video games and you can embarrass yourself in the privacy of you own home. &lt;br&gt;Also for a fun treat, try playing Tetris with the foot pad.&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://ki0sk.org/smiley/theme/cool.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-107306796894765999?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107306796894765999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107306796894765999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/2004/01/dance-dance.htm' title='Dance, Dance'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-107306776208628470</id><published>2004-01-03T13:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T16:14:42.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Median Income </title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.uoregon.edu/images/photos/highway.jpg" alt="Where are the cars?" style="left: 0; top: 0; float: left; z-index: 0" width="100"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;S&lt;/font&gt;o I drove over 2,000 miles in the past couple month on this nation's fine interstates and something occured to me. Medians are wasted space. Sure they keep driver from careening into each other and make good places for deer to regroup before attempting to cross the other two lanes. But is that really their best use?&lt;br&gt;Take the drive from Charlotte to Atlanta. 200+ miles of interstate. Medians are about 30 yards wide. So that's 90 feet times 200 miles times 5,280 feet in a mile. That's 31,680,000 square yards. Or over 6,500 acres. That's a nice size farm kids. Why don't we grow something instead of having grass or trees? Just wondering.&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://ki0sk.org/smiley/theme/ohmy_big.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-107306776208628470?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107306776208628470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107306776208628470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/2004/01/median-income.htm' title='Median Income '/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-107304760659142855</id><published>2004-01-02T07:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T16:15:45.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Lite </title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.ceasefirepa.org/chalk_outline.gif" alt="I saw the whole thing officer. Right when the 6th game started, he went down." style="left: 0; top: 0; float: left; z-index: 0" width="100"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;I&lt;/font&gt;'m trying to reecoop from Football poisoning. (It's what happens to you when you watch more than 5 football games in one day.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://ki0sk.org/smiley/theme/cool.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'll take it easy on y'all and just do the friday 5.&lt;br&gt;Yeah these are still last weeks.&lt;br&gt;1. What was your biggest accomplishment this year?&lt;br&gt;Staying Alive. (now I've got that song playing in my head...)&lt;br&gt;2. What was your biggest disappointment?&lt;br&gt;ummm... Auburn loosing it's first 2 games.&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://ki0sk.org/smiley/bag.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt; 3. What do you hope the new year brings?&lt;br&gt;365 days&lt;br&gt;4. Will you be making any New Year's resolutions? If yes, what will they be?&lt;br&gt;None. So I will fulfill them.&lt;br&gt;5. What are your plans for New Year's Eve?&lt;br&gt;They were to watch football. And I did it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-107304760659142855?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107304760659142855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107304760659142855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/2004/01/post-lite.htm' title='Post Lite '/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-107287389541532549</id><published>2003-12-31T07:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T16:16:16.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2003</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://studentweb.tulane.edu/~avion/nice%20mardi%20gras%20house.jpg" alt="They're just beads people." style="left: 0; top: 0; float: left; z-index: 0" width="100"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;W&lt;/font&gt;hat-Do-You-Think Wednesday&lt;p&gt;So driving in today was a breeze. BECAUSE EVERY SANE PERSON IS OFF. Anyhoo. Today's poll is about 2003. Was it a good year? Was it a bad year? It has to be at least better than 2001, but we did start a few wars this years and had a few family crisis. I have to be thankful for &lt;a href="http://emily.ki0sk.org"&gt;her&lt;/a&gt; birth but loosing my dad wasn't that great. &lt;br&gt;And today also is (what I like to call) Mardi Gras lite. Mardi Gras is, of course, the last day to party before lent. Today is the last day to guzzle drinks and eat fruitcake before you resolve to do 1000 situps every morning and get up early to read the entire Wall Street Journal. &lt;br&gt;I'm going to forgo all the resolutions this year. Then I'll actually do them.&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://ki0sk.org/smiley/9face.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Begin Dream Tools Poll --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;SCRIPT LANGUAGE="JavaScript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;!--&lt;br /&gt;function disableSubmit(form)&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;br /&gt;    form.thebutton.disabled = true;&lt;br /&gt;    return true;&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;//--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/SCRIPT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FORM ACTION="http://www.dream-tool.net/tools/polls.mv?submit+howwas2003" METHOD="POST" onSubmit="return disableSubmit(this);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE BORDER=1 WIDTH=200 CELLPADDING=0 CELLSPACING=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR BGCOLOR="#CECECE"&gt;&lt;TH&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p class="center"&gt;How was 2003?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="center"&gt;In general...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE BORDER=0 width="180"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR VALIGN=TOP&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p class="center"&gt;&lt;INPUT TYPE="radio" NAME="selection" VALUE="1"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p class="center"&gt;Good&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR VALIGN=TOP&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p class="center"&gt;&lt;INPUT TYPE="radio" NAME="selection" VALUE="2"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p class="center"&gt;Bad&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR VALIGN=TOP&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p class="center"&gt;&lt;INPUT TYPE="radio" NAME="selection" VALUE="3"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p class="center"&gt;Eh, same ole&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;INPUT TYPE="submit" VALUE="  Vote  " id=thebutton name=thebutton&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.dream-tool.net/tools/polls.mv?view+howwas2003"&gt;View Results&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FORM&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- End Dream Tools Poll --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://ki0sk.org/smiley/theme/sqiface.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-107287389541532549?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107287389541532549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107287389541532549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/2003/12/2003.htm' title='2003'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-107272535356041206</id><published>2003-12-30T02:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T16:16:34.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Land Ho</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.mountwashington.com/pictures/1997-07-20/aerial-view.jpg" alt="Peek-a-Boo."  style="left: 0; top: 0; float: left; z-index: 0" width="100"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;I&lt;/font&gt; learned another intersting fact over the Christmas Break. I learned that my family lost $30,000 when there was governmental friction in Panama in like 1976. $30,000 in 1976. That's huge. My dad was so upset that he started buying real estate and splitting up money in checking accounts to avoid such future crashes. He bough some land in Arizona. What's cool about this whole thing is that with the internet I can not only check the land's value but I can also see an image of it from the air. Talk about checking for squatters. &lt;br&gt;None were found.&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://ki0sk.org/smiley/33.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-107272535356041206?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107272535356041206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107272535356041206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/2003/12/land-ho.htm' title='Land Ho'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-107270134683042328</id><published>2003-12-29T07:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T16:20:52.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;T&lt;/font&gt;hat title reminds me of a college drinking game I used to play. It's one of the few games that requires nothing more than a slight intellect. It can be played with multiple people but the premise of the game is that one person starts by saying "1" and the next person in the circle says "2". You continue as such until you reach a number that has "7" in it; is a double number (like 11, 22, 33, etc.) or is a multiple of "7". When you reach one of these number you say "back" and the direction of the rotation reverses. It's really quite entertaining and will test your math skills. &lt;br&gt;If you get someone in the circle that is bad at math or just says "back" for no reason, you'll never get to 70 (the goal).&lt;p&gt;Future topics from last weeks travels are:&lt;b&gt;&lt;br&gt;- Land Ho,&lt;br&gt;- Median Income, &lt;br&gt;- Dance, Dance, &lt;br&gt;- The Incredible Shrinking Office&lt;/b&gt; and&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;- I Haven't Seen This Before&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;I can't just tell you them all now. Then what would I do tomorrow?&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://ki0sk.org/smiley/theme/wink.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-107270134683042328?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107270134683042328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107270134683042328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/2003/12/back.htm' title='Back'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-107183641820240466</id><published>2003-12-19T07:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T16:21:11.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.loc.gov/exhibits/oz/images/vc13.jpg" alt="Now... where did I put my flying monkey?" style="left: 0; top: 0; float: left; z-index: 0" width="100"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;I&lt;/font&gt;'m off to see the &lt;s&gt;Wizard&lt;/s&gt; Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;The Wonderful &lt;s&gt;Wizard&lt;/s&gt; Mom of &lt;s&gt;Oz&lt;/s&gt; Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Because because because becauuuseee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Because of the wonderful &lt;s&gt;things she does&lt;/s&gt; mom she is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;p.s. I ended up no regifting. Even better someone is taking care of my gift that I'm supposed to bring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. List your five favorite beverages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Milk. Milkshake. Sweet Tea. Coke. Dr. Pepper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;2. List your five favorite websites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;the first 5 of those who respond. :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;3. List your five favorite snack foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Fruit Roll Ups. Popcorn. Sour Patch Kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;4. List your five favorite board and/or card games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Poker. Scrabble. Monopoly. Gin. Blackjack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;5. List your five favorite computer and/or game system games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tetris. Old Mario Brothers. Madden Football. umm... I'm tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-107183641820240466?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107183641820240466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107183641820240466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/2003/12/off.htm' title='Off'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-107168861938969557</id><published>2003-12-18T02:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T16:21:45.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-Gifting</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;A&lt;/font&gt;s you know from yesterday's post, I had a Chinese Auction at work. I got something that I could specifically re-gift. Most of the stuff wasn't nothing I cared for anyway. Someone did have the Iraqi playing cards but I just can't see my self saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;- "do you have any Iraqi form ministers?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;- "no. go fish." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sure it's not exactly the most holiday spiritesque thing to do but it is the most practical. $10 gift here. $10 gift there. Less shopping. No hassle. Now, if I didn't unwrap it, I'd be golden.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-107168861938969557?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107168861938969557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107168861938969557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/' title='Re-Gifting'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-107166487434401018</id><published>2003-12-17T07:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T16:22:41.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All I Want</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://ki0sk.org/card/images/xmas1.jpg" alt="I just had to use this image at least once before Christmas."  style="left: 0; top: 0; float: left; z-index: 0" width="100"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;W&lt;/font&gt;hat-Do-You-Think-Wednesday&lt;p&gt;All I want for Christmas is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;And don't forget that one of these will put your eye out kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;And for a little more content, today is Stingy Santa at work. We had to get $10 gifts. Not much for a decent gift. I managed to get &lt;i&gt;The Waterboy&lt;/i&gt; on DVD. I will try my hardest to come home with it.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Begin Dream Tools Poll --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;SCRIPT LANGUAGE="JavaScript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;function NewWindow() {&lt;br /&gt;ShowResults=window.open("","PollResults","toolbar=no,scrollbars=yes,directories=no,status=no,menubar=no,resizable=yes,width=600,height=500");&lt;br /&gt;ShowResults.focus();&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/SCRIPT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FORM ACTION="http://www.dream-tool.net/tools/polls.mv?submitjava+alliwant" TARGET="PollResults" onSubmit="NewWindow()" METHOD="POST"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE BORDER=1 WIDTH=200 CELLPADDING=3 CELLSPACING=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR BGCOLOR="#0000FF"&gt;&lt;TH class="boxdark"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p class="center"&gt;Christmas List&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD class="box"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="center"&gt;All I Want For Christmas Is?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE BORDER=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR VALIGN=TOP&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p class="center"&gt;&lt;INPUT TYPE="radio" NAME="selection" VALUE="1"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p class="center"&gt;My Two Front Teeth&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR VALIGN=TOP&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p class="center"&gt;&lt;INPUT TYPE="radio" NAME="selection" VALUE="2"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p class="center"&gt;A Red Rider BB Gun&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR VALIGN=TOP&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p class="center"&gt;&lt;INPUT TYPE="radio" NAME="selection" VALUE="3"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p class="center"&gt;For Pottersville to be Bedford Falls Again&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;INPUT TYPE="submit" VALUE="  Vote  " id=thebutton name=thebutton&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.dream-tool.net/tools/polls.mv?viewjava+alliwant" onclick="NewWindow()" TARGET="PollResults"&gt;View Results&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FORM&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- End Dream Tools Poll --&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-107166487434401018?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107166487434401018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107166487434401018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/' title='All I Want'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-107158150175117881</id><published>2003-12-16T08:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T16:22:58.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bliss I Tell Ya</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;T&lt;/font&gt;hey say ignorance is bliss and I'd have to say I agree. It would be better for me not to know you're supposed to try to feed a fever or starve a fever and feed a cold or starve a cold than to not know at all. Just knowing that there's a polar opposite dietary prescription for the common fever and cold makes me confused. It would be better if I just carried on in my normal eating routine than to get mixed up and do the exact opposite of what I should have done (which I did). Thanks to the folks &lt;a href="http://pub144.ezboard.com/btheneenerbobeenerboard" target="-blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; I realized that I was 180 degrees off center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;In other news, &lt;br /&gt;who knew Saddam was such a big poetry lover?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-107158150175117881?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107158150175117881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107158150175117881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/' title='Bliss I Tell Ya'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-107149523873158507</id><published>2003-12-15T08:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T16:23:13.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribulations</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.pawild.org/images/tributary.jpg" alt="Supposedly this is a tributary. That's all I can think about when you say tribulation." style="left: 0; top: 0; float: left; z-index: 0" width="100"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;Y&lt;/font&gt;ou've hear the term "Trials &amp; Tribulations". What the heck is a tribulation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyway, I think I'm having whatever that is since now my car is acting up. My problems list is seriously getting to long. I think Santa needs to come and wipe away all my problems with his Christmas magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh yeah. And I have a sinus infection. Yay for antibiotics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-107149523873158507?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107149523873158507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107149523873158507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/' title='Tribulations'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-107123447834813637</id><published>2003-12-12T08:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T11:21:33.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'>De Plane De Plane</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.usatoday.com/news/_photos/2001-08-29-plane.jpg" alt="How goofy does Nixon look?"  style="left: 0; top: 0; float: left; z-index: 0" width="100"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;S&lt;/font&gt;o, since I really Hate&lt;i&gt;Friends&lt;/i&gt;, I skipped it last night and watched a special on private planes on TLC. People buy the shell of a 747 at $40,000,000 then add about a $10,000,000 custome interior to it. They'll put a bar, plams TV and bed in that sucker. They also have leather recliners instead of tiny seats. Must be nice to have that kind of money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;The other thing I saw was a special on Air Force One. It was funny to see how little it started out as and to see what it grew into. The first 5 or so AFO's are in Dayton Ohio. I'd never think to go to Dayton but I guess that now if I'm in the neighborhood I'll check it out and get someone to take my picture as I'm exiting the plane so that I can do my presidential wave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://ki0sk.org/smiley/theme/wink.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Forgot the Friday Five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. Do you enjoy the cold weather and snow for the holidays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sure. I used to live in the tropics and had no season. We'd have to flock the trees to make it look like snow. It's nice for it to be always warm, but it's not exciting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;2. What is your ideal holiday celebration? How, where, with whom would you celebrate to make things perfect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Family where everyone gets what they want and we eat so much we have to take naps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;3. Do you do have any holiday traditions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;We used to open one gift on Christmas Eve but we don't do that anymore. My kids will have to have some. I'm too old for that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;4. Do you do anything to help the needy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sure, I pay taxes. (actually last year we helped this family at work and she later got indicted for fraud. that'll sour you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;5. What one gift would you like for yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;A nice drum set.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-107123447834813637?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107123447834813637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107123447834813637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/' title='De Plane De Plane'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-107115955989664499</id><published>2003-12-11T11:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T16:24:23.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Of 2003</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://ki0sk.org/cloud.jpg" alt="It looks like a big hat." style="left: 0; top: 0; float: left; z-index: 0" width="100"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;T&lt;/font&gt;his time of the is know from Christmas, Winter and the Best Of... recaps. My friend sent me the best pictures from 2003. The one to the left is my favorite. Click &lt;a href="http://ki0sk.org/cloud.jpg"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to see it enlarged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;And another thing that's better to do on-line than in person: refilling a prescription. Not only do you get to do it in 2 mintues from whatever but you also don't have to hang around the prescription counter and wonder to yourself, "what does this guy have".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://ki0sk.org/smiley/wacko.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-107115955989664499?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107115955989664499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107115955989664499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/' title='Best Of 2003'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-107107964352110729</id><published>2003-12-10T13:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T16:24:52.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Does It Get More Morbid?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://users.erols.com/va-udc/urn.gif" alt="Punchline: A Benny Shaved is a Benny Urned. The joke is too long." style="left: 0; top: 0; float: left; z-index: 0" width="100"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;W&lt;/font&gt;hat Do You Think Wednesday &lt;BR&gt; Does It Get More Morbid?&lt;br&gt;Well... my dad was cremated. My unlce was burried. I thought I wanted to be burried but now I don't know. My mom said, "I don't want you to have to visit me". My co-worker said, "I just don't want to sit in the ground for eternity." I'm torn. I'd like to be 'somewhere' but I know that space is limited and coffins aren't cheap. Graves either. What do you think?&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Begin Dream Tools Poll --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;SCRIPT LANGUAGE="JavaScript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;function NewWindow() {&lt;br /&gt;ShowResults=window.open("","PollResults","toolbar=no,scrollbars=yes,directories=no,status=no,menubar=no,resizable=yes,width=600,height=500");&lt;br /&gt;ShowResults.focus();&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/SCRIPT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FORM ACTION="http://www.dream-tool.net/tools/polls.mv?submitjava+groundorash" TARGET="PollResults" onSubmit="NewWindow()" METHOD="POST"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE BORDER=1 WIDTH=200 CELLPADDING=3 CELLSPACING=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR BGCOLOR="#0000FF"&gt;&lt;TH class="boxdark"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p class="center"&gt;When I Die I Want To Be?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD class="box"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="center"&gt;Where do you want to be after you're dead?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE BORDER=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR VALIGN=TOP&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p class="center"&gt;&lt;INPUT TYPE="radio" NAME="selection" VALUE="1"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p class="center"&gt;Buried&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR VALIGN=TOP&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p class="center"&gt;&lt;INPUT TYPE="radio" NAME="selection" VALUE="2"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p class="center"&gt;Cremated&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR VALIGN=TOP&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p class="center"&gt;&lt;INPUT TYPE="radio" NAME="selection" VALUE="3"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p class="center"&gt;Something Else (no elaboration needed and I don't know what else there could be)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;INPUT TYPE="submit" VALUE="  Vote  " id=thebutton name=thebutton&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.dream-tool.net/tools/polls.mv?viewjava+groundorash" onclick="NewWindow()" TARGET="PollResults"&gt;View Results&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FORM&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- End Dream Tools Poll --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-107107964352110729?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107107964352110729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107107964352110729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/' title='Does It Get More Morbid?'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-107105988297882625</id><published>2003-12-10T07:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T16:25:19.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Got Wallpaper?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://ki0sk.org/hawaii/Sailboat.jpg" alt="That's not a bad way to spend an afternoon." style="left: 0; top: 0; float: left; z-index: 0" width="100"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;W&lt;/font&gt;ell, now you do because your Uncle Ed has brought some back in his suitcase. Sure it's not real wallpaper. This kind won't stick to itself and then make your room look entirely too small. This kind will make your PC look like a tropical paradise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ok.... enough of the sales pitch. Below are four large pictures that I'm debating having printed out in 8X10's and framed in square-like fashion. They are of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://ki0sk.org/hawaii/Palm.jpg"&gt;A Palm Tree In the Mist&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://ki0sk.org/hawaii/RabbitIsland.jpg"&gt;An Island Called Rabbit Island in Waimanalo Bay&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://ki0sk.org/hawaii/Sailboat.jpg"&gt;A Sailboat On Waikiki Bay&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://ki0sk.org/hawaii/Waikiki.jpg"&gt;A View From the Waikiki Hotel Room&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I think the four would look cool because Waikiki is so modern and you can see all the surfers while Rabbit Island is on a remote side of the island where tourist don't go because it's owned by Hawaiians. The Palm is on land. And the canoe is on the sea. &lt;a href="http://ki0sk.org/hawaii/Cemetary.jpg"&gt;And for Beth a view of the cemetary where my uncle was burried. No headstones.&lt;/a&gt;I also took regular pictures of this thing they had on site where people's ashes were stored. I'll show that one later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-107105988297882625?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107105988297882625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107105988297882625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/' title='Got Wallpaper?'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-107098167619165559</id><published>2003-12-09T09:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T16:25:30.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eddie = Tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://ki0sk.org/hawaii/night/2.jpg" alt="hawaiian soldiers? nope. they're less dressed." style="left: 0; top: 0; float: left; z-index: 0" width="100"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;I&lt;/font&gt; slept last Nnght but  that didn't make up for the 30 minutes I got Sunday night. As promised... "Things to do in Waikiki when everyone's asleep". I'll post more about the actual trip when i'm not so tired that I can't remember my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://ki0sk.org/hawaii/night/1.jpg"&gt;1. Stay out of trouble. The police are nearby.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://ki0sk.org/hawaii/night/2.jpg"&gt;2. Check out the Hawaiian Christmas decorations.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://ki0sk.org/hawaii/night/3.jpg"&gt;3. Walk throught construction zones. Honolulu is very metropolitan. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://ki0sk.org/hawaii/night/4.jpg"&gt;4. Brush up on your Japanese.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://ki0sk.org/hawaii/night/5.jpg"&gt;5. Check out the street performers.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://ki0sk.org/hawaii/night/6.jpg"&gt;6. Check out the very cool bike racks.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://ki0sk.org/hawaii/night/7.jpg"&gt;7. Rent a surf board.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://ki0sk.org/hawaii/night/8.jpg"&gt;8. Verify the time.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://ki0sk.org/hawaii/night/9.jpg"&gt;9. Look at a statue to Duke, the only Hawaiian to have won a gold olypic medal.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://ki0sk.org/hawaii/night/10.jpg"&gt;10. Check out beach to the right.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://ki0sk.org/hawaii/night/11.jpg"&gt;11. Check out the beach to the left.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://ki0sk.org/hawaii/night/12.jpg"&gt;12. Walk back to the hotel... on very cool sidewalk.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-107098167619165559?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107098167619165559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107098167619165559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/' title='Eddie = Tired'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-107063608377450913</id><published>2003-12-05T09:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T16:26:23.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jet Lag? I Say More Like Time Lag</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://ki0sk.org/hawaii/night/1.jpg" alt="What a large hole." style="left: 0; top: 0; float: left; z-index: 0" width="100"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;I&lt;/font&gt;n a future installment of this journal, you will see a photo log called "Things To See on Waikiki Beach When It's 9am in your world but 4 In Theirs". It will include snazzy pictures of Hawaiian Christmas Decorations, Pictures of Snoozing Bums, and the ever-popular Picture of Waikiki Police Departmetn. (Yes they did give me a wierd look when I took the picture).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-107063608377450913?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107063608377450913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107063608377450913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/' title='Jet Lag? I Say More Like Time Lag'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-107045650300726615</id><published>2003-12-03T08:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T16:34:02.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Post... For A While </title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.cosiworld.com/images/toil1.jpg" alt="80's toiletries for Don Johnson." style="left: 0; top: 0; float: left; z-index: 0" width="100"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;U&lt;/font&gt;nless I get on a PC in an airport or on the Islands. I got some mini-toiletries to take on the trip. I'm conserving space. I hate not having a superfluous amount of clothes. It stems from a trip I took once and I had to wear the same shorts for 3 days. (yep, I'm scarred) So these mini toiletries are like that it would be like if my deodorant had a baby... or my shaving cream budded off in a min-me shaving cream... or if my razor was built for a toddler. As time saving and all under $1 but creepy nonetheless. I think I saw some of the normal toiletries in the store pointing at the travel toiletries and calling them name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://ki0sk.org/smiley/lol.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-107045650300726615?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107045650300726615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107045650300726615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/' title='Last Post... For A While '/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-107038400006853501</id><published>2003-12-02T11:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T16:39:27.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://ki0sk.org/emily/images/2003/12012003.jpg" alt="Oh Christmas Tree." style="left: 0; top: 0; float: left; z-index: 0" width="100"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;W&lt;/font&gt;hat Do You Think Wednesday (early) &lt;BR&gt;Most of my stuff is up. I think decorating is festive and makes me forget about stuff. Which do you like best?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Begin Dream Tools Poll --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;SCRIPT LANGUAGE="JavaScript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;function NewWindow() {&lt;br /&gt;ShowResults=window.open("","PollResults","toolbar=no,scrollbars=yes,directories=no,status=no,menubar=no,resizable=yes,width=600,height=500");&lt;br /&gt;ShowResults.focus();&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/SCRIPT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FORM ACTION="http://www.dream-tool.net/tools/polls.mv?submitjava+chrmastrad" TARGET="PollResults" onSubmit="NewWindow()" METHOD="POST"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE BORDER=1 WIDTH=200 CELLPADDING=3 CELLSPACING=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR BGCOLOR="#0000FF"&gt;&lt;TH class="box"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p class="center"&gt;Your Favorite Christmas Tradition Is...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/TH&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD class="boxdark"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="center"&gt;Which is it?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE BORDER=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR VALIGN=TOP&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p class="center"&gt;&lt;INPUT TYPE="radio" NAME="selection" VALUE="1"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p class="center"&gt;Christmas Trees&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR VALIGN=TOP&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p class="center"&gt;&lt;INPUT TYPE="radio" NAME="selection" VALUE="2"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p class="center"&gt;Christmas Light&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR VALIGN=TOP&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p class="center"&gt;&lt;INPUT TYPE="radio" NAME="selection" VALUE="3"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p class="center"&gt;Stockings&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR VALIGN=TOP&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p class="center"&gt;&lt;INPUT TYPE="radio" NAME="selection" VALUE="4"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p class="center"&gt;Cards&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR VALIGN=TOP&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p class="center"&gt;&lt;INPUT TYPE="radio" NAME="selection" VALUE="5"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p class="center"&gt;Presents&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR VALIGN=TOP&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p class="center"&gt;&lt;INPUT TYPE="radio" NAME="selection" VALUE="6"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p class="center"&gt;Egg Nog&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;INPUT TYPE="submit" VALUE="  Vote  " id=thebutton name=thebutton&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.dream-tool.net/tools/polls.mv?viewjava+chrmastrad" onclick="NewWindow()" TARGET="PollResults"&gt;View Results&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/FORM&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- End Dream Tools Poll --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-107038400006853501?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107038400006853501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107038400006853501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/' title='Christmas'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-107036964470656147</id><published>2003-12-02T07:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T16:41:43.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cover &amp; Such</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://insoc.kilna.com/pictures/kurt/kurt_02.jpg" alt="." style="left: 0; top: 0; float: left; z-index: 0" width="100"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;S&lt;/font&gt;o I'm listening to the Atari's "So Long Astoria" and hear comes the cover of "The Boys of Summer". If I had to cover a song, what would it be? I'm thinking it would be Information Society's "Pure Energy". It hasn't been done yet and it's so techno that it'd be nice to hear it with instrumentation. And then maybe I could paint my hair many colors to see what it'd look like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by request.... The Friday Five (from last week)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. Do you like to shop? Why or why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;yeah. why not. i want things and that's the only way to get things. right? unless you just have them delivered and i don't want someone else making that decision for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;2. What was the last thing you purchased?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;a dvd. the hulk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;3. Do you prefer shopping online or at an actual store? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;an actual store. i want to touch the stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;4. Did you get an allowance as a child? How much was it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;nope. i had to usually beg for a quarter to play video games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;5. What was the last thing you regret purchasing? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;gas. because it's like $4 a gallon &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-107036964470656147?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107036964470656147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107036964470656147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/' title='Cover &amp; Such'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-107028373794336512</id><published>2003-12-01T08:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T11:22:18.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving On A Jet Plane</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.auditor.state.mo.us/image/airplane.jpg" alt="Zoom Zoom." style="left: 0; top: 0; float: left; z-index: 0" width="100"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;I&lt;/font&gt;'ve got my flight number and I'm going to head to Hawaii on Thursday morning. Alone. For 12 or so hours. In a plane. With one mean. And a connecting flight. Alone. Yeah. Fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The good news is that I've been told you wear Hawaiian shirts to funerals in Hawaii so at least I can just have a carry on. Nothing to check. Nothing to loose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I haven't flown since '85. This should be a trip. **note to self, fully charge the gameboy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-107028373794336512?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107028373794336512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/107028373794336512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/' title='Leaving On A Jet Plane'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-106993763237428817</id><published>2003-11-27T07:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T08:26:50.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentence Diagram</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="100%"&gt;&lt;td width="100%" class="boxdark"&gt;&lt;table border="0" width="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;p&gt;How About This For An...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="220"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table border="0" width="90%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="100%"&gt;&lt;img src="http://neic.usgs.gov/neis/general/seismicity/hawaii.gif" alt="Aloha." style="left: 0; top: 0; float: left; z-index: 0" width="100"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;p&gt;odd sentence. "I'm going to Hawaii.... to spread my Dad's ashes." What a great place to go. Hawaii. A paradise. And then what a bad reason to go. Since my Dad was in the navy, he's always wanted a navy burial. He always wanted to have his ashes spread in the ocean. We'll take him there to his final resting place. And I guess enjoy some of the scenery too.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" height="10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-106993763237428817?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/106993763237428817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/106993763237428817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/' title='Sentence Diagram'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-106970663427176597</id><published>2003-11-24T15:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T11:22:32.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It Happened </title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.templetons.com/brad/nondig/eclipse-sunset.jpg" style="left: 0; top: 0; float: left; z-index: 0" width="100"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;M&lt;/font&gt;y Dad passed away on Sunday Morning. Sad. He was in the hospital so long that he's really better off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-106970663427176597?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/106970663427176597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/106970663427176597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/' title='It Happened '/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-106941851733638846</id><published>2003-11-21T07:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T11:24:26.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Scooby Doo Moment </title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://users.snowcrest.net/cafemocha/images/scooby.gif" alt="Hello Raggy." style="left: 0; top: 0; float: left; z-index: 0" width="100"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;I&lt;/font&gt; had a Scooby Doo moment earlier this week. I went to get a battery at Auto Zone and the guy installing it just vaolunteered all sorts of information. He was telling me about the logistics of putting in batteries. The number of people that work on a given night. How many batteries are sold in a week. How many people they turn away for buying batteries because of Auto Zone policy conflicts with staffing realizations. He gave me all but the combination to the safe. &lt;img src="http://ki0sk.org/smiley/chaching.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was almost like one of those scenes in a move where that one person divulges huge amounts of information, seemigly for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;They say that people trust people that they look like. I guess this guy trusted me. I won't use the information for evil. Really. I promise.&lt;img src="http://ki0sk.org/smiley/theme/evilgrin.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-106941851733638846?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/106941851733638846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/106941851733638846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/' title='Scooby Doo Moment '/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-106941820540403838</id><published>2003-11-20T12:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T11:25:18.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boom</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="6"&gt;T&lt;/font&gt;hings you can't do in post 9/11 society is have blasting zones in a area full of skyscrapers and not tell anyone. They're blasting to build an arena here but no one knew so when our building shook and we heard a "boom" we naturally paniced. We were soon told what it was but for a little bit I was scared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-106941820540403838?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/106941820540403838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/106941820540403838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/' title='Boom'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-106933061856675420</id><published>2003-11-20T07:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T09:59:05.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghost Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://dominik.net/media/dominik/shadow-on-street.jpg" alt="Just a shadow." style="left: 0; top: 0; float: left; z-index: 0" width="100"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;N&lt;/font&gt;o this isn't turning into a Eddie-talks-about-his-Dad-in-the-Hospital blog, but my brother did tell me something interesting last night. He was explaining a procedure my Dad was about to go through in layman's terms (they're putting a coffee filter in his heart) when he asked me if I'd heard about my Uncle Ed. I said &lt;i&gt;yeah&lt;/i&gt; and then he said that something strange happenend. He said that roughly about the time my uncle died, my Dad said he saw "a man". He said he saw this man standing in the hall. My brother saw no man and thought my Dad was imagining things. Now it's occurred to him that it might have been my Uncle Ed paying my Dad a final, earthly visit. &lt;br /&gt;Creepy.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ki0sk.org/smiley/theme/periodface.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-106933061856675420?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/106933061856675420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/106933061856675420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/' title='Ghost Story'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-106917350637362579</id><published>2003-11-18T11:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T11:27:54.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.edit.ne.jp/~katsu/image/cloud.jpg" alt=":-/" style="left: 0; top: 0; float: left; z-index: 0" width="100"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;M&lt;/font&gt;y aforementioned Uncle just died. he was the one for whom I was named for. he put the Ed in ed.ki0sk.org. bummer. his wife just died. i guess he was lonely. sweet. and sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-106917350637362579?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/106917350637362579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/106917350637362579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/' title='R.I.P.'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-106916001187522101</id><published>2003-11-18T07:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T11:21:59.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TV + ESPN = NPR?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.sensesofcinema.com/images/19/miami.jpg" alt="Sure. It spanned many a t-shirt suit, but it was still cool." style="left: 0; top: 0; float: left; z-index: 0" width="100"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;N&lt;/font&gt;o. That's not some new math. That just sums up a report I heard on NPR. (Yeah, I don't know what I was doing listening to NPR, but I stopped on it because they were talking about sweeps month on TV and the fact that TV viewing is down. The attributed part of it to the internet and video games. I hope it's just the fact that TV's new-ness is wearing off and it's not the cornerstone of the American family. They also said that the male market 18-35 was really dipping. This fall was attributed to the mostly female oriented shows that have been coming out, i.e. Gilmore Girls, the OC, etc. I'd have to say that if given a choice between Monday Night Football and Joe Millionaire, I'm watching MNF. Although I did watch Joe last night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bring back the Hawaii 5-0's. Bring back the Kojaks. Bring back the Miami Vice's. Bring back the Knight Rider's (just not David Hasselhoff). We need some shows with cars, bikinis and men behaving badly. We do not need another show about a girl getting in touch with her emotions by hashing out her difficutlities with the lost triangle that was created in highshool. &lt;img src="http://ki0sk.org/smiley/ack.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-106916001187522101?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/106916001187522101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/106916001187522101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/' title='TV + ESPN = NPR?'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-106908912768359040</id><published>2003-11-17T12:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T11:20:38.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Beginning To Smell A Lot Like Christmas... </title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;E&lt;/font&gt;verywhere I wmell? Well... that seems... a little wrong, in a very Toucan-Sam sort of way. I had to replenish the potpourri at the homestead recently and did so with a Christmas like satchel. I assume it was Christmas-like because even the floss our in stores right now is Christmas themed. So I'm smelling some Christmas-like smells at the house. Smells like pine, cinnamon and vanilla. Combined they're kind like eating ice cream and having cookies under the Christmas tree. That's really all I need to get me in the spirit. I'll soon be out looking at adding another 10 strands to the already Charlie-Brown-jumbled pile of tree light strands. I'll be looking to put "the" wreath on the door and trying not to curse too much as I put the tree up. &lt;img src="http://ki0sk.org/smiley/theme/wink.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ahh... the best holiday by far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-106908912768359040?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/106908912768359040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/106908912768359040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/' title='It&apos;s Beginning To Smell A Lot Like Christmas... '/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-106907649071118458</id><published>2003-11-17T08:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T11:30:17.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Signs II </title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.newfrontier.com/2/!cc-2dis.gif" alt="Come out and look Lula, thar's something wrong wit tha corn." style="left: 0; top: 0; float: left; z-index: 0" width="100"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;I&lt;/font&gt; dreamed the sequel to Signs last night. It was creepy because it took over right where the last movie left off. The aliens came back and this time they assigned a twin to everyone. The twin did whatever the person did and after a while you couldn't tell them apart. I'm sure that's a flawed way of taking over the world but it sure did give me the creeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The word for today is &lt;a href="http://www.m-w.com/cgi-bin/dictionary?va=doppelganger"&gt;doppleganger&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-106907649071118458?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/106907649071118458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/106907649071118458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/' title='Signs II '/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4110659.post-106881473605465290</id><published>2003-11-14T07:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T11:31:45.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Greener Grass</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.tengai.co.uk/jim/caspian/caspian-political-map-1.jpg" alt="And Iran. Iran so far away. I couldn't get away." style="left: 0; top: 0; float: left; z-index: 0" width="100"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;A&lt;/font&gt;pparently the grass IS greener on the other side of a Territory Line. Yeah, those big lines that separate countries. I heard yet another commercial that touted some product that has been in use in the 'far east' for years. The far east and Europe apparently are the places where all mystery products orginate. I don't know what Americans would do if they didn't have European and Asian ingenuity to rely on.&lt;img src="http://ki0sk.org/smiley/theme/lface.gif"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm sure that in Japan they're trying to peddle chia pets as "pets that have been used in the United States for years". Or maybe in Eurpose they will try to sell George Foreman grills and say that "this space aged technology has been in place in America for years".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But seriously, it's hard to rant when Prince's Purple Rain is playing on your WMP. I mean c'mon, I only want to see you dancing in the purple rain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4110659-106881473605465290?l=mr-eddie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/106881473605465290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4110659/posts/default/106881473605465290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mr-eddie.blogspot.com/' title='Greener Grass'/><author><name>eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17981140388041375681</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></entry></feed>
