<?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-485444863767351764</id><updated>2012-02-16T23:15:17.995-05:00</updated><category term='randomness'/><category term='animals'/><category term='just a thought'/><category term='farts'/><category term='political'/><category term='sports'/><category term='religion'/><category term='idiots of the world'/><category term='music'/><category term='scents'/><category term='all'/><category term='the missed'/><category term='television'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>the Awkward Handshake by D.B.</title><subtitle type='html'>www.theawkwardhandshake.com</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>89</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-7422041098709949242</id><published>2010-10-05T10:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T11:30:11.387-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all'/><title type='text'>BABY POOL !!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;$2.00 a box&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    (No limit on box purchases.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The box you buy is the hour you own. So, if you buy the 1:00pm /Dec.16th box, that means you win if the baby is born on that day between 1:00pm - 1:59pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Person(Box) closest to time without going over time of birth wins, in case of empty boxes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;50/50 Pool&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;The 50/50 pool means the winner gets half of the total pool and the baby gets the other half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Money needs to be received by us in order to get your bet placed and box purchased.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money can be sent to:&lt;br /&gt;Dustin Betzner&lt;br /&gt;3 Wauwinet ct&lt;br /&gt;Guilford, CT 06437&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Due Date&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Francescas’ Due Date is &lt;br /&gt;December 11th.                          ￼ &lt;br /&gt;Good Luck!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last bets being taken are Thanksgiving Day, money needs to be in by Dec 1st.. You can call your bets in, text them or e-mail me at dmjbetz@yahoo.com or on FaceBook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To buy a box tell me the day and time you're betting on. i.e.- Dec 12 at 3:00pm. if baby is born between 3:00pm-3:59pm on the 12th you win..  I have the grid at home and will fill as bets are placed.. if anyone knows how to post jprinted grid online, please tell me, Thanks and Good Luck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485444863767351764-7422041098709949242?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/7422041098709949242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=7422041098709949242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/7422041098709949242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/7422041098709949242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2010/10/2.html' title='BABY POOL !!!!!'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-1624174322158234423</id><published>2009-07-31T08:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T08:27:56.212-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ortiz &amp; 2004 Sox Frauds!!</title><content type='html'>Thats what strikes me when I hear of the latest outings from the Mitchell Report on Ortiz and Ramirez.&lt;br /&gt;To me this comes as no shock that these two had taken steroids, but it's pretty upsetting to know that someone can be such a giant hypocrite as in the words of David Ortiz. Ortiz had said just this past February, in the wake of Alex Rodriguez's outing: "If I test positive using any kind of banned substance I'm going to disrespect the game, my family, my fans and everybody. And I don't want to face the situation so I won't use it."&lt;br /&gt;Well, you did use and now you will have to face the situation. Ortiz also said that he thinks anyone caught using should be suspended for an entire season. I think anyone making statements like this knowing in the back of their heads that they have used banned substances should receive an even greater punishment.&lt;br /&gt;Look I'm just as sick about this whole steroids issue as the next guy, but come on, if big leaguers are going around declaring their disapproval of cheaters and happen to be one themselves is disrespecting the game of baseball more than just the fact of cheating the game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485444863767351764-1624174322158234423?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/1624174322158234423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=1624174322158234423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/1624174322158234423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/1624174322158234423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2009/07/ortiz-outted.html' title='Ortiz &amp; 2004 Sox Frauds!!'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-1639796485074905412</id><published>2009-03-22T09:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T09:32:44.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'>litter everywhere</title><content type='html'>As I walked Rex yesterday around the hood, I couldn't help notice the amount of trash lying on the side of the road, so this morning I felt it necessary to pick it up. Its a amazing how much litter can be found on the side of the road and its even more amzing how much there is when you actually look for it. I brought with me a small bag you get at a grocery store thinking it would be sufficient. It wasn't. I probably didn't walk 50 yards and it was full. So I think I'll do my good deed week and set a goal to pick up all visible trash this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm doing this I'm reminded of a neighbor of mine who on numerous occasion I've seen him drive off with garbage on top of his s.u.v. While I know his intentions were to stop at the dumpster to drop it off he hasn't the couple of times that I've seen. One time while walking the dog he drove by me with garbage on his car so I pointed to the top of his car and yelled at him to stop and throw out the trash, but he seemed to take my warnings and motions as some kind of greeting because he began waving and giving the thumbs up. This guy is now known by me as the "Trash Guy"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485444863767351764-1639796485074905412?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/1639796485074905412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=1639796485074905412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/1639796485074905412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/1639796485074905412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2009/03/litter-everywhere.html' title='litter everywhere'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-9202368515922029795</id><published>2009-03-04T07:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T07:53:42.999-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just a thought'/><title type='text'>"This Car Climbed Mt. Washington"</title><content type='html'>There is a pretty good chance you've seen this phrase on a bumper sticker on the back of some car at some point in your life. Is this such an amazing feat anymore or in the past couple decades. I could see if your trekking up there with an early model Benz, you know, from the early '20's, now that would be something. Or how about a patch for a hikers backpack that reads, "This person Hiked Mt. Washington". You wouldn't want a bumper sticker that says that because if you sell the car then someone else can claim your accomplishment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485444863767351764-9202368515922029795?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/9202368515922029795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=9202368515922029795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/9202368515922029795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/9202368515922029795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-car-climbed-mt-washington.html' title='&quot;This Car Climbed Mt. Washington&quot;'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-1860360634429831189</id><published>2009-02-22T09:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T10:18:58.381-05:00</updated><title type='text'>observe and question</title><content type='html'>I'd like to meet a police officer who wore sunglasses like &lt;a href="http://www.theagencygroup.com/artistphotos/BootsyCollins.jpg"&gt;Bootsy Collins&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/images/thumbs/20080517043601.jpg"&gt;Kurt Cobain &lt;/a&gt;or even a throw-back of &lt;a href="http://www.exclaim.ca/images/up-mannequin.jpg"&gt;Hollywood Montrose&lt;/a&gt;- from Mannequin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People in Connecticut shouldn't own monkeys and if they do, their friends shouldn't have to pay the price of their stupidity to own a 200lb chimp that could snap at a drop of a dime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time when I was grocery shopping I grabbed the wrong cart. As I wandered through the store I slowly realized what I did, but when I looked in the cart I thought, wow I like everything in here. I could have saved a lot of time, but I didn't proceed to checkout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like heavy metal music, but I don't like heavy metal singing, unless its Paul of Priapism, because I know him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to act or react when someone freestyles in front of me. Its ever stranger when the freestyler incorporates you in the mix. One time someone free styled about my cargo pants and converse one-stars and I was like,"Yeah,yeah-uh-uh." It was awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I burnt the roof of my mouth eating buffalo chicken pizza 2 nites ago and it hurt to eat rice krispies treats this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laugh when people get goured and tossed into the air at the running of the bulls. These people are at the top of the list of 'how to live the most ridiculously stupid lives'. That may the title to a book I may someday write. Or 'A guide to living in a stupid world where people run with bulls'. The first chapter would include the idiot from Connecticut with the monkey. The first chapter will be titled 'I live in CT, I own a monkey and I'm an idiot'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1122113&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485444863767351764-1860360634429831189?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/1860360634429831189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=1860360634429831189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/1860360634429831189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/1860360634429831189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2009/02/observe-and-question.html' title='observe and question'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-8897202606425728739</id><published>2009-02-15T08:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T09:20:39.241-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ohhh Valentines Day</title><content type='html'>I've read a few blurps referring to this holiday and most of which hold the glass is half empty point of view on it. Most which refer to V-Day as a commercialized holiday and more of a business than a celebration. I've shared these same views in the past and now as I am seeing myself growing into a "the glass is half full" person, I am slowly changing the tune I walk to. I am trying to simplify my views and take on life with both eyes open rather than a mind locked closed. I'd like to return to the roots of my creativity and basic ideas and using basic skills that I've acquired through-out my life to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on this Valentines' Day I didn't say to myself,"Christ, another stupid holiday where i need to go and shell out a couple hundred dollars!" as I would have in the past. I went back in history to find out about the holiday and how it came to be, which in itself is interesting and actually has nothing to do with pink hearts and a little naked boy shooting an arrow. But like every story told and told again, the meanings and truths get altered through the years, but when the story was brought to England it became a thought worth celebrating accross the world - The word of love through letters. Though that concept has been Americanized to death and lost through the years it can come back and you won't need to go shell out a load of money. You don't need to buy cards that express what you feel. You can use your own words, your own thoughts and express your own feelings-yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This holiday wasn't meant for people in love to go out and purchase diamonds, it was meant to express your feelings for your loved ones. So on this day, don't be a hater- be a lover.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485444863767351764-8897202606425728739?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/8897202606425728739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=8897202606425728739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/8897202606425728739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/8897202606425728739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2009/02/ohhh-valentines-day.html' title='ohhh Valentines Day'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-2075264173920121674</id><published>2009-02-06T19:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T19:39:02.004-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An idea for death</title><content type='html'>So today my father and I came up with a great idea which I probably shouldn't share. This idea could be a get rich quick scam. So my dad was talking to our local pizza guy about burial plots and how there value has gone down and yada yada..&lt;br /&gt;My father proceeds to say how he'd rather be cremated in which I raised the question of what if you can feel the pain of being burnt. My dad seems to think it'd be quicker than if you still had some sort of consciences laying in a box for eternity, rotting. Morbid, I know, but true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats when we came up with the idea of putting in a small LCD monitor run off solar power in the coffin or a pair of &lt;a href="http://images1.comstock.com/Imagewarehouse/TS/SITECS/NLWMCompingVersions/C0023/C0023041/C0023041.jpg"&gt;virtual reality goggles&lt;/a&gt; .I mean you can just hook up cable and watch ESPN forever or run the virtual experience on a long loop so you at least feel like your doing something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;111112221&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485444863767351764-2075264173920121674?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/2075264173920121674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=2075264173920121674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/2075264173920121674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/2075264173920121674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2009/02/idea-for-death.html' title='An idea for death'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-9147263834874673584</id><published>2009-02-05T07:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T07:57:34.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hope Poster</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SYriLERnZwI/AAAAAAAAAEY/l2QHu2B3r5Q/s1600-h/BARACK-hope-POSTER.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SYriLERnZwI/AAAAAAAAAEY/l2QHu2B3r5Q/s320/BARACK-hope-POSTER.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299296591308875522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading the news this morning I came across a story involving the street artist who painted this picture, The Associated Press and a lawsuit. The painting was based on a picture taken for the AP back in 2006. The Ap is claiming to own the rights to the photograph and is seeking credit and compensation for the poster which has raked in thousands of dollars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is America at its best! Hmmmm... The Associated Press is going after a street artist. This is pathetic. If they want credit for the painting being based on their photo, I understand, but going after this person for money is ridiculous. I would agree if the artist used the picture and blew it up and sold it, but he painted it and put more effort into the painting than it took to take the photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read full story &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20090204/ap_en_ot/obama_poster"&gt;here.......&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485444863767351764-9147263834874673584?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/9147263834874673584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=9147263834874673584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/9147263834874673584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/9147263834874673584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2009/02/hope-poster.html' title='The Hope Poster'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SYriLERnZwI/AAAAAAAAAEY/l2QHu2B3r5Q/s72-c/BARACK-hope-POSTER.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-2338933686712591359</id><published>2009-02-04T08:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T09:02:19.808-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where I live</title><content type='html'>I live in a Condo flanked by Lake Quonnipaug in the north side of Guilford, CT. Aside from our shitty-run management group its a pretty cool place to live. It doesn't have that rich lakeside living feel and it's not the projects. It situated on the side of small (Connecticut)mountain surrounded by pine trees giving off that camping in Vermont feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright enough of my horrible attempt at descriptive writing, so I'll get right to it. I probably should've titled this, "With whom I live with". Im not talking of my wife and dog, rather my strange neighbors. I try not to judge people though I can't help but observe, react and convey what I witness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neighbor 1: Actually the reason that prompted me to write this. A tall lanky man resembling a bald &lt;a href="http://tommcmahon.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2007/10/03/lurch2.jpg"&gt;Lurch&lt;/a&gt; from the original Addams Family. He is very tall and walks a ferocious little Maltese. I pass him almost everyday while walking the dog. I've always said hello to him and he never responds,ever. Its quite rude and in the past has made me very angry. So for the last month I do as he does and just ignore him. Until this morning. I realize why he doesn't say hello, I believe he doesn't speak English. He spoke to me today and I was in such shock, so I thought, that I didn't understand him, so I said "What?" and he repeated what he said and I believe he was speaking Cling-on. Yes, Cling-on, no fuckin joke, I didn't understand what the hell he was saying. Oh and he smokes pipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neighbor 2: Cat lady. Thats what my wife and I call her. She lives alone(with her cat) across the courtyard from us. We are in direct view of her so it's hard not to observe. I've spoken with her on numerous occasions and other neighbors have told me her name, but 'cat lady' is easier to remember. I'll paint the picture for you.&lt;br /&gt;She lets her cat outside everyday, but the cat is never alone because she follows the cat everywhere it goes. One day as I was going out to my car to head out to work I heard a voice on the side of my vehicle," what are doing under there? Are you hiding from me?" things like this. I was trying to figure out what the hell was happening, then I realized it was just cat lady. &lt;br /&gt;We are so used to calling her cat lady that when I get caught up in neighborhood drama or gossip I just call her cat lady and I think one of my other neighbors told her what we call her. So this past summer cat lady was out front speaking to the person next door to me and when I went out to water my plants she meowed at me. It wasn't a funny little meow either, it was like a cat in heat kinda of meow, if you know what that sounds like you'll understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres more, but this is already long enough and I don't want to tire your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;111&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485444863767351764-2338933686712591359?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/2338933686712591359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=2338933686712591359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/2338933686712591359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/2338933686712591359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2009/02/where-i-live.html' title='Where I live'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-8612292111823779334</id><published>2009-02-01T21:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T21:34:18.107-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bust out with goods</title><content type='html'>These last couple of years in movies have been incredible for me and many people. For the main reason of bringing things from my childhood to the big screen. Transformers, Batman, X-men and things just got a little bit better. Coming soon is one of top 3 favorite shows of all time when I was a kid, G.I.Joe. Im pretty excited. But more recently a rumored event has come pretty close to being confirmed &lt;a href="http://www.contactmusic.com/news.nsf/article/new%20he-man%20movie%20heading%20to%20the%20big%20screen_1093409"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt; He-Man!!!! Yeah Im stoked. I worshipped He-man my entire childhood... PUMPED&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485444863767351764-8612292111823779334?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/8612292111823779334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=8612292111823779334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/8612292111823779334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/8612292111823779334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2009/02/bust-out-with-goods.html' title='Bust out with goods'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-680657652243514008</id><published>2009-01-23T07:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T08:39:39.428-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vampires and Dragons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SXnHpjax84I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/v9wAhgHnWKY/s1600-h/dragons.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SXnHpjax84I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/v9wAhgHnWKY/s320/dragons.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294482353646859138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mythical creatures/beings have always fascinated me. To think that these things possibly exist is exciting. Its easy to disregard these thoughts and say that it's impossible for vampires to exist and if they did they would be destroyed. But hey people believe in an imagery man sitting in a golden throne up in the clouds and not too many people think thats impossible.&lt;br /&gt;Just for the simple reason that 92% of the world believe in a GOD makes me believe in mythical beings. I believe somewhere, somehow that atleast one of these figures exist. Whether it be vampires, werewolves, Sasquatch, dragons, lochness monsters etc... Im not saying they exist today, but I do believe that in one point of human existence they did.&lt;br /&gt;In looking at religion and the stories of Jesus as God's son as God himself in which sounds like a really bad movie plot, but anyhoo there is some truth to the story which helps to lure people into believing the complete theory of a man in the clouds listening to everyone. Based on that alone, I don't understand why people don't warm up to the idea that vampires did or do exist. The one truth comes from Count Dracula. A character authored by Bram Stoker arguably based on the 15th century Prince Vlad Dracula who was known by most as a cruel punisher and through myth linked to vampirism. Though its a very small truth, I believe it keeps the door open for possibility.&lt;br /&gt;As for Dragons and there possibilities there is the idea that large reptiles or even few dinosaurs survived into medieval times and the fear of the people gave them the idea that these creatures were so scary that they breathe fire. As for existence now, highly improbable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485444863767351764-680657652243514008?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/680657652243514008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=680657652243514008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/680657652243514008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/680657652243514008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2009/01/vampires-and-dragons.html' title='Vampires and Dragons'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SXnHpjax84I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/v9wAhgHnWKY/s72-c/dragons.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-8332723457250510985</id><published>2009-01-12T07:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T08:06:57.584-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>Why so Serious??</title><content type='html'>As much as it's been talked to death, Heath Ledger deserved and won awards for his performance in Dark Knight. But I want to talk about many bloggers serious take on Tracy Morgans' acceptance speech for 30 Rocks' golden globe win for best comedic show. This is a man of comedy who in my opinion is one of the funniest people in entertainment today. Its crazy to think how sensitive people still are on the subject of race. Its ridiculous. We're all people, get over it. We need people like Morgan to help realize it and get over it. What he said at the globes wasn't even bad yet people get their panty's all in a bunch over anything having to do with a racial joke. Its comedy and he's a comic. Here's a pretty bad video of the acceptance speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CRHT9EK0uC0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CRHT9EK0uC0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/485444863767351764-8332723457250510985?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/8332723457250510985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=8332723457250510985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/8332723457250510985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/8332723457250510985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-so-serious.html' title='Why so Serious??'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-1269020267557678896</id><published>2009-01-08T21:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T21:23:54.686-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>Eagle pics.........</title><content type='html'>...... and they are horrible.... damn Kodak it takes three seconds after pressing the button before the pictures taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lake Quonnipaug. Guilford, CT. Friday January 2nd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SWa0FyHOhPI/AAAAAAAAAD4/mFZDDKlgNlo/s1600-h/eagle+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SWa0FyHOhPI/AAAAAAAAAD4/mFZDDKlgNlo/s400/eagle+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289112823837656306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SWa0d2zFBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/T8g9vngCM1Q/s1600-h/eagle2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SWa0d2zFBgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/T8g9vngCM1Q/s400/eagle2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289113237412185602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SWa1ARaqoqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/yPqBsOVZX2s/s1600-h/eagle3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SWa1ARaqoqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/yPqBsOVZX2s/s400/eagle3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289113828673102498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485444863767351764-1269020267557678896?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/1269020267557678896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=1269020267557678896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/1269020267557678896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/1269020267557678896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2009/01/eagle-pics.html' title='Eagle pics.........'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SWa0FyHOhPI/AAAAAAAAAD4/mFZDDKlgNlo/s72-c/eagle+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-5728443431556488735</id><published>2009-01-07T14:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T21:27:34.990-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>How can I soar like an eagle when I'm surrounded by turkeys</title><content type='html'>I love that line. I love it because it reminds me of a dumb witted chubby mechanic I used to work with at a marina Westbrook. He was always screwing something up on someones expensive boat and in turn getting chewed out for it. When he'd return from the Service Managers office he'd look at me and say that line with a shit eating grin on his face that read "like I give a shit!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave this title for the sole reason that 'eagle' heads the phrase and the thought of the chubby mechanic gives me a good chuckle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why eagle? Well. because I got to see one on Friday fishing at the lake I live next to. A bald eagle. Big and beautiful. I think most people take these great birds for granted or they can give two craps, but me on the other hand am in awe of these creatures. To see them in person or fly directly above your head(as this one did)is majestic to me, a privilege.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It brings me back to when my father and I used to go on walks looking for these birds and others. There is an excitement in seeing them and witnessing their every move. Where we live(Connecticut) its a rarety to see them so I was pumped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I drove by the lake Friday morning I saw this massive bird standing on the ice in the middle of the lake and I instantly recognized it was a bald eagle. I wanted to stop, but the way the road wraps the lake I couldn't with a big stupid truck behind me so when I saw fit I pulled over and went back. He was still there. I managed to go all the way home, dig out my camera go back just in time to snap one shot before he flew away. So I thought. As he seemed to fly away, he turned back in my direction but maybe a 1/4 mi. ahead of me. As I turned the bend, BAM! There he was, directly above my head, perched. I turned on my camera stuck my head out the window and as went to snap the pic he took off, again. I was only able to snap a shot of his head in the bottom left of a frame and one as he flew off into the trees. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post the pics tonite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485444863767351764-5728443431556488735?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/5728443431556488735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=5728443431556488735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/5728443431556488735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/5728443431556488735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-can-i-soar-like-eagle-when-im.html' title='How can I soar like an eagle when I&apos;m surrounded by turkeys'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-2091206107457406162</id><published>2009-01-07T14:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T14:50:57.587-05:00</updated><title type='text'>helping when I can...</title><content type='html'>... My friend Chris who has in the past months embarked in what I believe is a life altering adventure across the United States has lived and shared many moments with me. He has told of great and humurous stories found &lt;a href="http://www.whateverhappenedtochrisgraham.com"&gt;HERE.&lt;/a&gt; His most recent post reads as follows....&lt;a href="http://whateverhappenedtochrisgraham.com/2009/01/07/if-you-can-i-think-you-should/"&gt;CLICK HERE.&lt;/a&gt;   Check it out and help if you can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485444863767351764-2091206107457406162?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/2091206107457406162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=2091206107457406162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/2091206107457406162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/2091206107457406162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2009/01/helping-when-i-can.html' title='helping when I can...'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-2661788067851936936</id><published>2008-12-20T20:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T20:10:03.434-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mint Chocolate Chip Ice Cream</title><content type='html'>It has been roughly one year since I have eaten my favorite ice cream, Stop&amp;Shops' mint chocolate chip ice cream. For those of you who don't know me very well, I have a ridiculous addiction to ice cream. I literally cannot fall asleep unless I eat a heaping bowl of ice cream covered in strawberries. Many years ago I fell head over heels for above mentioned brand and flavor and can no longer find it at any Stop&amp;Shop from Waterford to East Haven and yes, I've hit 'em all up and nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN YOU STOP&amp;SHOP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1122112&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485444863767351764-2661788067851936936?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/2661788067851936936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=2661788067851936936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/2661788067851936936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/2661788067851936936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2008/12/mint-chocolate-chip-ice-cream.html' title='Mint Chocolate Chip Ice Cream'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-1746737615176366368</id><published>2008-12-10T16:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:03:08.362-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another cell phone complaint</title><content type='html'>Yup, yet another complaint on cell phones, but this time I'm a little more confused than irate. Today while Christmas shopping for my wife I remembered a pretty good deal going on at&amp;t(our cell phone service provider). I went in the store to check it out and I liked the two phones that the deal included. I thought this would be a pretty good Christmas, so as the girl helping went on the computer to check my info I played with crappy display phone that really isn't a phone, but rather a play phone which kind makes you think. It makes me think that the phone you actually get is one step above the junk they have on display.&lt;br /&gt;The girl called me over to her little counter to tell me that I'm ineligible for the deal. She proceeded to tell me that I'll be able to get this deal in March. March? Thats less than 3 months away. Why? Because of contract "obligations". Whatever the hell that means. See, we signed on for a two year service contract and can't get an upgrade until a year and a half. Now here comes the confusing part as I began giving the girl a hard time.&lt;br /&gt;Right now our plan is $85.00/mo. and the deal they're giving now comes with strings attached, big surprise!! Its a buy one get one deal, kind of. You have to buy each phone at $120.00 ea. and then you get a rebate of $70.00 for one and $50.00 for the other. Then aside from a regular cell phone plan you need to activate an all access plan with unlimited web and text at an extra $30.00/mo. With me so far?&lt;br /&gt;So instead of being lenient and giving me the deal they may have dissuaded from remaining a customer after my agreements over. What I don't understand is that with me making these purchases would have given them money in hand for the phones and an extra $30.00/mo. plus another guaranteed 2 years instead of 9 months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485444863767351764-1746737615176366368?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/1746737615176366368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=1746737615176366368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/1746737615176366368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/1746737615176366368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2008/12/another-cell-phone-complaint.html' title='Another cell phone complaint'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-6443574126621575654</id><published>2008-12-07T10:25:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T10:49:37.173-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><title type='text'>The Whalers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/STvrhKfigrI/AAAAAAAAADk/MjrNESiPjaM/s1600-h/hartford_whalers_1996%5B1%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 374px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/STvrhKfigrI/AAAAAAAAADk/MjrNESiPjaM/s400/hartford_whalers_1996%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277070343379518130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't we just bring the Whalers back already. This is becoming more and more a popular subject in Connecticut. There is no professional team in any major sport spotlight in this god forsaken state. This is a state made up of Red Sox and Yankee fans, Giant and Pats fans with the occasional Mets and Jets wishful thinkers. Its a state torn between two other states' professional sports team. Some people say,"well we have the Uconn Huskies." Sorry to say, but I despise the stupid Huskies and they're a college team, not quite the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not even a fan of the NHL or hockey for that matter, but that would not stop me from going to a game and rooting on a home state team. Something that no matter what the visiting team, New York or Boston, there would be a unity of Connecticut-ians? &lt;br /&gt;I remember going with my parents to Whalers' games when I was younger and having a blast. So enough of the political mumbo-jumbo and bring back the Whalers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christ!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://http://www.petitiononline.com/2004Whal/petition.html"&gt;sign petition to bring back the whalers!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485444863767351764-6443574126621575654?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/6443574126621575654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=6443574126621575654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/6443574126621575654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/6443574126621575654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2008/12/whalers.html' title='The Whalers.'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/STvrhKfigrI/AAAAAAAAADk/MjrNESiPjaM/s72-c/hartford_whalers_1996%5B1%5D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-5812626550854476273</id><published>2008-12-06T08:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T08:35:03.495-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ummmm, hello? You talkin to me?</title><content type='html'>I will never get used to the fact that people are speaking on their cell phones through a little piece of plastic shoved in their ear. I can't stand it! &lt;br /&gt;So today as I was wandering aimlessly around BestBuy wishing I had lots of money to buy a bunch of crap I don't need I hear directly behind me," hey man, whats going on?" I turn, thinking its someone I know, and see a dude looking at what I thought was me. I was going through my mental rolodex trying to put a name to the face and I came up with nada. I must of looked like a deer caught in headlights *(O.S.)*-I just sneezed all over my computer- He spoke again,"How are ya?" in which I replied,"Im good" and as I was going to continue speaking he said,"Oh, excuse me." as he reached around me to grab a CD. Thats when I noticed the blue tooth ear piece. This guy didn't even acknowledge the fact that I had answered him. I felt stupid. Then I thought to myself that this guy probably thought I was wearing an imbecilic ear piece, so I rolled with it, just for shits and giggles. I had a conversation with an imaginary person on a fictitious ear piece.&lt;br /&gt;These are the reasons why I should be followed around by a camera crew, sometimes. I just mess with people who don't even know they're being messed with only for my pleasure because I usually do this stuff when I'm alone. Sometimes I'll do it while my wife's around, but she doesn't appreciate it as much as I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485444863767351764-5812626550854476273?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/5812626550854476273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=5812626550854476273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/5812626550854476273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/5812626550854476273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2008/12/ummmm-hello-you-talkin-to-me.html' title='Ummmm, hello? You talkin to me?'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-2717869562195074208</id><published>2008-12-06T07:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T08:08:19.248-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>Facebook and MySpace</title><content type='html'>I joined MySpace about two years ago and Facebook about a year later. I was very skeptical at first in thinking of having my info out on the web and getting friended by people whom I could go the rest of my life without hearing from again, happily. Its not that I was a hater or a hider by any means, but more of a pessimist. I also felt, before I joined that I was too old for these kinds of online networks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I took the plunge with a big push from my good buddy Alani who taught what the hell to do. Well I'm glad I did it. Though I started on Myspace I find myself favoring Facebook, I don't know why. I only really use MySpace to check out lesser known music by checking out bands that I likes list of bands that they like or are friends with, its pretty interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing about these sites are the friends and family I have contact and have regained contact with. It's a great feeling when you get to talk to an old friend who you haven't spoken with in years and probably had no other way of finding them unless through one of these sites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if your up to it, put your insecurities and fears aside and try it, you'll be suprised, you may even enjoy it a little. Even if you find one person you'd really like to speak with, it's well worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485444863767351764-2717869562195074208?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/2717869562195074208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=2717869562195074208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/2717869562195074208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/2717869562195074208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2008/12/facebook-and-myspace.html' title='Facebook and MySpace'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-3098310865587217619</id><published>2008-12-02T18:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T18:53:54.368-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idiots of the world'/><title type='text'>Happy Black Friday, IDIOTS!!!</title><content type='html'>This was posted by my cousin Jackie Steele on her MySpace page. I was about to write everything she wrote, but she put it perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO a wal-mart worker got trampled to death yesterday in NY. Trampled to death over the black friday sale. What the christ is wrong with everyone?? Are we on the verge of losing all decency? I know we've been on a decline, but what the hell? CALM down. If you have to fight that hard for a poorly made ten dollar toy that your child doesnt NEED, is it worth it? How about this - instead of standing in line for two days and clawing each others eyes out, spend time with your kids and loved ones. Talk, share, listen. There's a concept. I weep for humanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post written by Jackie Steele.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485444863767351764-3098310865587217619?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/3098310865587217619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=3098310865587217619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/3098310865587217619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/3098310865587217619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-black-friday-idiots.html' title='Happy Black Friday, IDIOTS!!!'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-1825512594662175344</id><published>2008-12-02T17:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T18:44:01.450-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><title type='text'>another memory another tattoo</title><content type='html'>I have a numerous count of tats. But recently I have noticed many people sporting the holy tattoo. I don't understand why people get religious tattoos. Its not because I'm what I call; under the influence of GOD, I don't understand it because in Gods' eyes the body is your temple and to desecrate it in any way would be a sin and I think that stamping yourself permanently with a cross or an erotic angel is an enormous middle finger flaying in the face of your holy father. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only know one person who has a holy tat and he's my brother in-law. As far as I can tell he's not a very religious person(I can't picture him kneeling at his bed and praying) which leads me to believe that most people carrying around the holy ink have a false sense of faith and probably get a holy cross for a tattoo because their parents are religious. This is just an act of breaking in the parents to the idea that their child has a tattoo and the next one will probably be a nudey pin-up of Giselle Bundchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in closing be yourself and express yourself in a way that is true to your beliefs. Get a tat with meaning behind it or for the originality of a tattoo artist that truly impresses you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Old Testament law commanded the Israelites, “Do not cut your bodies for the dead or put tattoo marks on yourselves. I am the LORD” (Leviticus 19:28&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485444863767351764-1825512594662175344?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/1825512594662175344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=1825512594662175344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/1825512594662175344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/1825512594662175344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2008/12/another-memory-another-tattoo.html' title='another memory another tattoo'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-2046333664217594978</id><published>2008-11-24T07:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T07:48:46.149-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From line to line</title><content type='html'>From a young age standing in line at the school cafeteria, I have always disliked standing in line and waiting to get something or get somewhere. But living in a civil community its our duty to stand and wait in an orderly fashion, but there are certain things that occur while waiting in a line that truly turn my vision to red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.If you're in line behind an old person you might as while bust out with the cell phone tetris, which is just a step above the boredom and frustration you're about to experience and at least tetris has a better chance at curbing those profanities that will start flying out from under your breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. While you're waiting you realize the person being helped is complaining over a minimal problem that makes you roll your eyes as far back as they can go. Lets take for example the experience I had yesterday at a local grocery store where a lady was bitching at this poor 15 year old girl behind the counter about how she used a silver coin to get 32 cents off an item when she spent upwards of $160. So this lady probably spent over an hour shopping, most likely had pouch full of coupons, most certainly bought products that were defrosting and possibly melting while waiting in this line and was now complaining over 32 cents. Give me a break!!!! 32 cents? I could see if this lady was covered in dirt and pushing here home around in a stolen Big Y cart, but she was carrying a big ass Coach bag around. Isn't her time, which in my estimation was roughly 15 minutes, worth more than 32 cents?(This also goes with no.1 because old people have far too much time on there hands.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The line cutter. I'm not talking about the actual line cutter, but the guy who keeps coming from behind you to get to the source to ask a couple of stupid questions. This drives me crazy. Especially when it first happens, you turn to the person your with and say something like, " where the hell does this guy think he's going?" Then you realize that he's just asking a question and he returns to his spot in line, but then he keeps going up and the rage ensues. By the 3rd or 4th time your actually considering tripping this a-hole.&lt;br /&gt;Or when you don't realize the person in front of you had a second party with them and they come back in line with a coffee or some crap. I get angerly confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.The person who thinks you know whats going on. If you're in the back of a line and someone else joins the line they always have to ask you, "whats going on? how longs the wait gonna be?" How the F@*# do I know, Im in the back of the goddamn line! Am I wearing a sign that says "I have the answers you need" ? NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The worst is when you get to the front and find out you need to be in a different line.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485444863767351764-2046333664217594978?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/2046333664217594978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=2046333664217594978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/2046333664217594978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/2046333664217594978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2008/11/from-line-to-line.html' title='From line to line'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-6970208747781595935</id><published>2008-11-19T18:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T19:19:45.410-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>STOP puppy mills</title><content type='html'>While checking my Facebook account I noticed my friend Moro had joined a group called 'STOP puppy mills' which in turn I joined after reading and seeing who the group is associated with. I've seen many programs on varoius television channels pertaining to the specific topic and as horrible of sight it is I believe its something every person should see and get sickened by to help put an end to this inhumane act. People need to get educated before they go get a puppy at a pet store. Try a local shelter or a licensed breeder where you know what you're getting and you will also help put these sick a-holes out of business. here are a couple of sites to further your education of puppy mills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://http://www.hsus.org/pets/issues_affecting_our_pets/get_the_facts_on_puppy_mills/"&gt;THS of America&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://http://www.prisonersofgreed.org/"&gt;Prisoners of Greed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://http://www.nopuppymills.com/"&gt;No Puppy Mills&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://http://stoppuppymills.org/"&gt;STOP PUPPY MILLS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you really want to get a puppy try to stay away from purchasing online from any unlicensed uncredited organizations  click &lt;a href="http://http://stoppuppymills.org/puppy_buying_tips.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; for some good buying tips&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485444863767351764-6970208747781595935?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/6970208747781595935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=6970208747781595935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/6970208747781595935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/6970208747781595935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2008/11/stop-puppy-mills.html' title='STOP puppy mills'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-3692076183091530360</id><published>2008-11-14T07:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T10:22:41.982-05:00</updated><title type='text'>in a line</title><content type='html'>From a young age standing in line at the school cafeteria, I have always disliked standing in line and waiting to get something or get somewhere. But living in a civil community its our duty to stand and wait in an orderly fashion, but there are certain things that occur while waiting in a line that truly turn my vision to red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.If you're in line behind an old person you might as while bust out with the cell phone tetris, which is just a step above the bordem and frustration you're about to experience and atleast tetrishas a better chance at curbing those profanities that will flying out under your breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. While you're waiting you realize the person being helped is complaining over a minimal problem that makes you roll your eyes as far back as they can go. Lets take for example the experience I had yesterday at a local grocery store where a lady was bitching at this poor 15 year old girl behind the counter about how she used a silver coin to get 32 cents off an item when she spent upwards of $160. So this lady probably spent over an hour shopping, most likely had pouch full of coupons, most certainly bought products that were defrosting and possibly melting while waiting in this line and was now complaining over 32 cents. Give me a break!!!! 32 cents? I could see if this lady was covered in dirt and pushing here home around in a stolen Big Y cart, but she was carrying a big ass Coach bag around. Isn't her time, which in my estimation was roughly 15 minutes, worth more than 32 cents?(This also goes with no.1 because old people have far too much time on there hands.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The line cutter. I'm not talking about the actual line cutter, but the guy who keeps coming from behind you to get to the source to ask a couple of stupid questions. This drives me crazy. Especially when it first happens, you turn to the person your with and say something like, " where the hell does this guy think he's going?" Then you realize that he's just asking a question and he returns to his spot in line, but then he keeps going up and the rage ensues. By the 3rd or 4th time your actually considering trippin this a-hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.The person who thinks you know whats going on. If you're in the back of a line and someone else joins the line they always have to ask you, "whats going on? how long's the wait gonna be?" How the F@*# do I know, Im in the back of the goddam line! Am I wearing a sign that says "I have the answers you need" ? NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The worst is when you get to the front and find out you need to be in a different line.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485444863767351764-3692076183091530360?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/3692076183091530360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=3692076183091530360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/3692076183091530360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/3692076183091530360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-line.html' title='in a line'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-4079383661481781031</id><published>2008-11-05T07:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T07:31:32.216-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>The greatest band that could ever be.</title><content type='html'>I want to go ahead and create a super group of a band consisting of mainstream musicians that I would be happy to spend $100 a tix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lets start with rhythm guitarists:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Andy Sommers of The Police..&lt;br /&gt;-Catfish Collins of Parliament Funkadelic and James Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lead Guitarists:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Steve Vai&lt;br /&gt;-Billy Corgan of Smashing Pumpkins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bass player:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Les Claypool of Primus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Drummer:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mike Portnoy of Dream Theater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lead Vocals:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Anthony Keidis of RHCP&lt;br /&gt;-Eddie Vedder of Pearl Jam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Special guest musicians:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Charlie Daniels on violin&lt;br /&gt;-John Popper on harmonica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......sick........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485444863767351764-4079383661481781031?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/4079383661481781031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=4079383661481781031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/4079383661481781031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/4079383661481781031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2008/11/greatest-band-that-could-ever-be.html' title='The greatest band that could ever be.'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-5034164254446986356</id><published>2008-11-05T07:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T19:34:28.920-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='political'/><title type='text'>44th President Elect</title><content type='html'>As I stood in a short line last night waiting to vote, covered in saw dust, having going to the polls straight from work I realized the campaigning for election was coming to an end. As the old man and older lady struggled to find my address amongst the slue of papers that covered their tiny fold-out table I overheard a couple speaking of how this is finally over and that they couldn't take anymore. I thought to myself that I'm going to miss all the debating and funny news stories and the who said whats. It needs to come to a head, I know, but this was a very enthralling election season beginning with the primaries and ending with the Presidential election. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History was made and Im glad as Im sure many people are that I a was a part of it. Now the work really needs to be taken care of. The country is facing a steep hill ahead and hopefully President elect Barack Obama can really be the "change we need." I believe he can be. He holds a certain charismatic quality that is reminiscent of Kennedy and most recently Bill Clinton which is something that has really been missed in the past eight years. I can't wait for the inauguration when I can wave my middle finger in the direction of 'W' in the manner of saying, "arrivederci, faci merda!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So congratulations Barack and good luck..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485444863767351764-5034164254446986356?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/5034164254446986356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=5034164254446986356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/5034164254446986356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/5034164254446986356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2008/11/44th-president-elect.html' title='44th President Elect'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-2657907766515431958</id><published>2008-11-05T06:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T06:58:24.103-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='political'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><title type='text'>Arizona Gay.</title><content type='html'>The state of Arizona voted YES on an amendment banning gay marriage yesterday. There were already laws against gay marriage, but they wanted to add the amendment so no judge could over rule the law. Why do people give such a shit about gay people getting married. People(bigots) need to get over the fact that there are gay people in the world and they should have the same rights as straight people. This all goes back to religion and crazy beliefs branded into many ignorant minds. Well just like the history made last night with the U.S.A. electing the first black president there will one day be history made on nationwide gay marriage approval just as soon as Americans grow up and get over themselves and stop being such a hateful breed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485444863767351764-2657907766515431958?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/2657907766515431958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=2657907766515431958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/2657907766515431958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/2657907766515431958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2008/11/arizona-gay.html' title='Arizona Gay.'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-6828771563271954263</id><published>2008-11-01T19:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T19:36:33.360-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scents'/><title type='text'>Scents III</title><content type='html'>Today as shuffled my way around Home Depot, another store I can't stand being in along with Wal-mart, the whole time in there I'm trying to get the hell out, I came across an aroma that may have literally burned my nostril hairs. As I came out of the wood stove aisle, which is flanked by the all to early Christmas section, I was floored the scent of shit. Not just any shit, the smell shit gets after sitting for while and then gets mushed around. I noticed a man about ten feet away from me just diddling with some Christmas junk, obviously sent over there by his wife who probably couldn't stand it anymore. As I got closer I realized I needed to go the other way. It was FOUL!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485444863767351764-6828771563271954263?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/6828771563271954263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=6828771563271954263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/6828771563271954263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/6828771563271954263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2008/11/scents-iii.html' title='Scents III'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-509539191273815749</id><published>2008-11-01T19:14:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T19:26:37.104-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>the Jackson Five's alive?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SQzlewucZeI/AAAAAAAAADc/YslL37WKO_0/s1600-h/the-jackson-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 328px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SQzlewucZeI/AAAAAAAAADc/YslL37WKO_0/s400/the-jackson-5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263834381127804386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew it was too good to be true. When I was a kid I was a huge fan of Michael Jackson and the Jackson 5, so when rumors flew about the reunion I was a little excited. If there were one thing that could help Michael get out of his funk for a little while, it could be this. When things go a wry in life, you're told to go back to the basics to help find your way. Well this would definitely be going back to the basics for Michael. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though there are still rumors floating around that he will be on board, this statement was released, "My brothers and sisters have my full love and support, and we've certainly shared many great experiences, but at this time I have no plans to record or tour with them," Jackson said in a statement released by rep Dr. Tohme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we'll wait and see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485444863767351764-509539191273815749?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/509539191273815749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=509539191273815749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/509539191273815749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/509539191273815749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2008/11/jackson-fives-alive.html' title='the Jackson Five&apos;s alive?'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SQzlewucZeI/AAAAAAAAADc/YslL37WKO_0/s72-c/the-jackson-5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-3787912836219203672</id><published>2008-11-01T15:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T16:08:13.491-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='television'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>Dog whisperer</title><content type='html'>Im new to the Dog Whisperer television show. I've heard all these amazing things about the show and about Cesar the host/trainor so I DVR'd it and watched a few episodes. I think the show is great and the points he makes about how to train dogs is essential to the happiness of a home. I like the belief he has in that the whole family is a pack and that the dog should never be the alpha and that the humans need to be the leader and take charge, which is ironic that his name is Cesar. Just after watching a few shows and really taking his tips in how-to, I began working with my dog who is a 5 year old, 120lb American Bulldog. I have in the past year really put the time aside for him in stimulating his brain just doing basic training techniques outside in which he has excelled in, but the promblems with him lie in the home with respect to giving space and listening. So I will put Cesars techniques to use and see how quickly Rex can pick up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485444863767351764-3787912836219203672?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/3787912836219203672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=3787912836219203672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/3787912836219203672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/3787912836219203672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2008/11/dog-whisperer.html' title='Dog whisperer'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-8486895723584859013</id><published>2008-10-29T13:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T13:53:52.074-04:00</updated><title type='text'>dlisted.com</title><content type='html'>want a new funny reading? check out &lt;a href="http://www.Dlisted.com"&gt;Dlisted&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485444863767351764-8486895723584859013?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/8486895723584859013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=8486895723584859013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/8486895723584859013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/8486895723584859013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2008/10/dlistedcom.html' title='dlisted.com'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-6328436375757341574</id><published>2008-10-29T07:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T16:10:57.742-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><title type='text'>People who thank GOD</title><content type='html'>Its time to express my views of religion. These are simply my opinions that have developed over the years and in no way are intended to offend anyone who has faith in God or whatever. &lt;br /&gt;    The topic I'd like to touch upon has to do with people who over-thank God for everything. These are professional athletes, politicians, actors and many people who achieve greatness. Its almost the first thing that comes ot their mouths. Its "God gave me life", nope, that'd be your mother who pushed you out her va-jay-jay. Or "God gave me the ability to (fill in the blank)", again, nope, you did that on your own with the possible help of friends and family. Why is an imaginary figure the first thing these people thank?&lt;br /&gt;I believe that they think there is a possibility that if they don't thank God that maybe they'll go to "HELL"! Or maybe they feel insecure and don't realize that they have actually achieved something and developed a talent all on their own. Either way it annoys the hell out of me. If your gonna thank someone, thank someone who has actally existed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485444863767351764-6328436375757341574?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/6328436375757341574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=6328436375757341574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/6328436375757341574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/6328436375757341574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2008/10/people-who-thank-god.html' title='People who thank GOD'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-5175490371650744311</id><published>2008-10-27T18:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T19:00:41.522-04:00</updated><title type='text'>stuff white people like</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.stuffwhitepeoplelike.com"&gt;www.stuffwhitepeoplelike.com&lt;/a&gt; is still one of the greatest blogs. Check it out. Simple and pretty accurate except for the pea coats, Im white and I don't wear a pea coat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485444863767351764-5175490371650744311?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/5175490371650744311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=5175490371650744311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/5175490371650744311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/5175490371650744311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2008/10/stuff-white-people-like.html' title='stuff white people like'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-6826907621617160098</id><published>2008-10-26T20:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T21:06:49.256-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>headlights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SQUSkUwgNzI/AAAAAAAAADE/GmlOWema1nU/s1600-h/headlights.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SQUSkUwgNzI/AAAAAAAAADE/GmlOWema1nU/s320/headlights.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261632154909030194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may be one of the greatest purchases I've ever made. A couple years ago camping up in Maine with a couple friends I was introduced to the headlamp as we scowered through the woods looking for firewood. It just made perfect sense, two free hands. I immediately came home and bought one. I highly recommend this product to any and everyone. Its great for walking my psycho of dog or cooking out on the grill and most recently a power outtage. If you don't have one get one, you will not be disappointed and you'll use it more than you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485444863767351764-6826907621617160098?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/6826907621617160098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=6826907621617160098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/6826907621617160098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/6826907621617160098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2008/10/headlights.html' title='headlights'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SQUSkUwgNzI/AAAAAAAAADE/GmlOWema1nU/s72-c/headlights.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-4399716113282403529</id><published>2008-10-24T07:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T18:58:20.998-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>11:34</title><content type='html'>Ever think something is following you? Believe in strange phenomenons? Well, I don't, but there is a strange feeling surrounding the time 11:34, for me at least. Ever since I was kid, I don't know maybe 9 or 10 years old, when I became aware to the fact that 11:34 flipped upside down spells hell, I always seem to look at the clock at that exact time. It is mind boggling. Even to this day I cannot wrap my brain around it. How is it that almost everyday I look at the clock at that exact time without even being aware of the around about time. I could be thinking that its 12:30 and I look at a clock and BLAM!! its 11:34. Its obviously my internal clock subconsciously telling me to look at the clock. For a while when I was younger I was convinced that if there were a hell that I was going based only on this whole time thing. But the reason I am writing this is because the plot has recently thickened. My coffee maker which displays the time was unplugged to be replaced by a perkalator, but I got sidetracked and I didn't replace nor plug it back in until the next day. The next morning came, I plugged it back in and off to work I went. Well it being unplugged overnight threw off the time so when I came home around five o'clock went in the kitchen for a snack, there it was staring me in the face- 11:34. &lt;br /&gt;     I just googled 11:34 and really only came up with one thing this &lt;a href="http://bible.cc/daniel/11-34.htm"&gt;site here.&lt;/a&gt; Which is holy mumbo jumbo that has no relevance or meaning to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485444863767351764-4399716113282403529?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/4399716113282403529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=4399716113282403529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/4399716113282403529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/4399716113282403529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2008/10/1134.html' title='11:34'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-4565908518720864344</id><published>2008-10-20T07:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T07:59:27.245-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><title type='text'>the World Suckies</title><content type='html'>Well we have two teams for the World Series, but seriously who cares about the Rays and the Phillies? The only people watching the WS this year will people from Philly and the handfull of people who root for the Rays in FLA. Im a Yankee fan, but having the Sox in the play-offs gave me something to root against, now I got nothing because I could care less now who wins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485444863767351764-4565908518720864344?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/4565908518720864344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=4565908518720864344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/4565908518720864344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/4565908518720864344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2008/10/world-suckies.html' title='the World Suckies'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-2936268647256524682</id><published>2008-10-19T08:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T08:45:53.701-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='political'/><title type='text'>Gov. Palin and SNL</title><content type='html'>As SNL may be helping to destroy chances for McCain and Palin in many voters I think that Palin is only helping the ratings for SNL. I haven't really followed SNL since Will Ferrel and Jimmy Fallon left the show yet I tuned in now and then because of Tina Fey, who's becoming more and more of a celebrity though she is not a cast member anymore. But because of the election SNL and Tina Fey have been on point and hilarious and last night was no exception. I am in no way a fan of Sarah Palin, but she took the jokes and critisism on a show that clearly is against her being V.P. very well.  &lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widgets.nbc.com/o/4727a250e66f9723/48fb245ed0ab2111/4741e3c5156499a7/77b3f369/-cpid/5399077a13eda3a3" id="W4727a250e66f972348fb245ed0ab2111" width="384" height="283"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widgets.nbc.com/o/4727a250e66f9723/48fb245ed0ab2111/4741e3c5156499a7/77b3f369/-cpid/5399077a13eda3a3" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485444863767351764-2936268647256524682?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/2936268647256524682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=2936268647256524682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/2936268647256524682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/2936268647256524682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2008/10/gov-palin-and-snl.html' title='Gov. Palin and SNL'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-6882444252049346560</id><published>2008-10-18T07:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T07:36:56.229-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>5k</title><content type='html'>why is a mile run called a 5k? Is it really necessary to abbreviate mile. And if it is why not 5mi? I used to think that a 5k run was a race with a prize of 5k as in 5 thousand dollars. This really needs to be addressed. Its annoying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485444863767351764-6882444252049346560?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/6882444252049346560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=6882444252049346560&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/6882444252049346560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/6882444252049346560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2008/10/5k.html' title='5k'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-2628315363832008143</id><published>2008-10-17T08:02:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T19:09:36.808-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>stumbled upon the 80's</title><content type='html'>surfing the net the other day sent me on trip to the past, the 80's. I think the greatest thing about being a child in the 80's was the toys. I found myself searching a site loaded with toys &lt;a href="http://www.inthe80s.com/toys/"&gt;from the 80's&lt;/a&gt; and had a bunch of great ones icluding my favorite and one that probably every kid had, BigWheels. This was the greatest alternative to a bicycle, actually I think I preferred it to a bike. You could lay the best skid-outs by just cranking that wheel as fast as you could, shooting down hill and halt the pedals and turn and if you didn't flip it there was a good chance you could rip a 360.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SPiA7J6EyFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Q7FOkM0ogcU/s1600-h/bigwheel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SPiA7J6EyFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Q7FOkM0ogcU/s320/bigwheel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258094318715193426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other toy that I hold at the top of my favorites was what I thought to be Castle Greyskull, but actually it is called Snake Mountain. It is pretty much Castle Greyskull, but much better. I would play with this toy for hours. I would even sing Michael Jackson songs through it. I'd put on my own little concerts."From the Castle of Greyskull, Michael Jackson's thriller!" The site mentioned above didn't have a pic or even a write up on it, but YouTube had something even better.&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EMG6ZnQyjW8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EMG6ZnQyjW8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/485444863767351764-2628315363832008143?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/2628315363832008143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=2628315363832008143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/2628315363832008143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/2628315363832008143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2008/10/stumbled-upon.html' title='stumbled upon the 80&apos;s'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SPiA7J6EyFI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Q7FOkM0ogcU/s72-c/bigwheel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-2233918033543858066</id><published>2008-10-16T18:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T18:42:09.963-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idiots of the world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Don't Stand So Close To Me</title><content type='html'>Not only a great song off of The POLICEs’  Zenyatta Mondatta, it was also the feeling I got as I visited the humidity controlled acoustic room in Guitar Center friday night. As I ventured into the acoustic room to play guitars I could never afford, usually ‘Martins’, an older gentleman came in two steps behind me. I turned to look and see if it was an employee only to notice this guy grabbing for a banjo. I payed no mind to him, yet. I reached up to the highest guitar on the wall on the little foot-step provided with a huge sticker on it reading “EMPLOYEES ONLY”. Thats to keep people with no respect from playing the three to five thousand dollar guitars, but thats the only reason I was there. So I started strumming along and wishing I could bring this beautiful instrument home with me when abruptly the right side of my brain began convulsing. This guy who picked up the banjo had no f’n clue had to play it. To hear someone who doesn’t have the slightest clue how to play the banjo, “play” the banjo, it makes you want to rip your ears off. The best part of all is this guy was digging it, I mean I looked at him and he had his eyes closed and he thought he was the Jimi Hendrix of banjo jammin’. As I tried to push this nuisance out of my brain  I began playing The Police’s ‘Dont stand so close to me”, but I don’t think the guy got the hint or he didn’t realize what I was playing because I didn’t have the nerve to sing along.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485444863767351764-2233918033543858066?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/2233918033543858066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=2233918033543858066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/2233918033543858066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/2233918033543858066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2008/10/dont-stand-so-close-to-me.html' title='Don&apos;t Stand So Close To Me'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-2436421643964353387</id><published>2008-10-15T23:01:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T18:36:37.067-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='political'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>George the mediator</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SPawmXfCBXI/AAAAAAAAAC0/05X2WXLukFw/s1600-h/george-w-bush.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SPawmXfCBXI/AAAAAAAAAC0/05X2WXLukFw/s400/george-w-bush.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257583788187321714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The debate tonight would have been alot more entertaining if George W. was the mediator, seeing that his policies and administration put us in the messy shithole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485444863767351764-2436421643964353387?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/2436421643964353387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=2436421643964353387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/2436421643964353387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/2436421643964353387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2008/10/george-mediator.html' title='George the mediator'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SPawmXfCBXI/AAAAAAAAAC0/05X2WXLukFw/s72-c/george-w-bush.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-3982311615219413150</id><published>2008-10-14T07:59:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T08:22:04.180-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scents'/><title type='text'>Scents II</title><content type='html'>Why is it that when someone farts everyone else who smells it thinks its the most disgusting odor, yet the person who lets it rip laughs and doesn't actually mind the smell of their own fart?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485444863767351764-3982311615219413150?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/3982311615219413150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=3982311615219413150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/3982311615219413150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/3982311615219413150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2008/10/scents-ii.html' title='Scents II'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-3711970715706797853</id><published>2008-10-13T07:48:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T08:04:37.282-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>dog eats dog</title><content type='html'>Do NOT feed your dog anything with lots of garlic or onions in it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think a lot of us like to feed our dogs "people food" even though we shouldn't. My wife and I often give our dog people food only because seeing him happy is rapturous for us and when he gets to chow down on people food he is beyond happy, he's be-appy!? But as he is getting older I am doing what I believe I should have been doing a while ago and monitoring and regulating his diet into a more suitable and healthy diet for his weight and age. I have started to get him eating vegetables which is a very good source of antioxidants. There are several dog foods out there claiming that they have added good sources of vegetables and other healthy additives, but these foods also contain preservatives that over time break down the essentials needed in the diet. So the best way for you to know that your dog is actually getting a good source of nutrition is to feed them fresh, organic veggies and fruits straight from the store. Green beans, cabbage, carrots, broccoli, squash are very good for dogs, but all need to be cooked first as dogs do not digest raw veggies very well if at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485444863767351764-3711970715706797853?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/3711970715706797853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=3711970715706797853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/3711970715706797853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/3711970715706797853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2008/10/dog-eats-dog.html' title='dog eats dog'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-8264887032402842572</id><published>2008-10-12T08:02:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T08:26:12.339-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='political'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idiots of the world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>Pallin with Palin</title><content type='html'>How is it that the entire nation is not sick of this woman yet? There should be no way that this lady should be Governor let alone Vice President of the United States. Im going to base this argument on one issue alone. Trophy hunting. She is so ignorant to the fact that Wolves are on the decline that she actually had the nerve to pass a bill and give reward to those who hunt and kill wolves from planes in order to boost populations in moose and caribou which in turn can be hunted for fun bragging rights. I for one am against hunting for all reasons except for necessity, which in most instances is not the case anymore in our world.&lt;br /&gt;She also had the nerve to say that placing the Polar Bear on the endangered species list was a "wrong move".&lt;br /&gt;So if you care for animals and their right to live then there is no way you can even think of supporting an animal hater such as Sarah Palin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485444863767351764-8264887032402842572?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/8264887032402842572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=8264887032402842572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/8264887032402842572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/8264887032402842572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2008/10/pallin-with-palin.html' title='Pallin with Palin'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-8518157627394956585</id><published>2008-10-12T08:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T08:05:04.429-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='political'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>Posted at www.bestfriends.org</title><content type='html'>Obama Family Dog&lt;br /&gt;Obamas to Adopt! Thanks, Petition Signers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 3, 2008 : 11:14 AM&lt;br /&gt;Announcement made on Entertainment Tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Jon Dunn, Best Friends staff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few months ago, we came together as animal lovers and told America how rewarding adoption can be. 50,000 of you signed a petition in just a couple of weeks (a record for Best Friends!) to ask the Obamas to ADOPT their dog after the election was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are thrilled to share this wonderful news: Michelle Obama announced on Entertainment Tonight that they would indeed, “adopt a rescue dog.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you know, adoption is an amazing gift of life to a homeless animal… and it is something that all of us, no matter our political leaning, can enthusiastically support. The Obama family’s decision to adopt will be a great example, and will result in many dogs and cats being saved from euthanasia across the country. This is exactly what we hoped for when we launched obamafamilydog.com and we hope you feel as proud as we do about this development. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for helping us spread the message about the importance of adopting. Now let’s build on our momentum… there are many ways that you can continue to work with Best Friends to help save lives. From fighting puppy mills to raising awareness of the issues of overpopulation, to our work that takes place every day here at the Sanctuary in Southern Utah, none of it can be done without you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bestfriends.org"&gt;• Click here to help us achieve a world of No More Homeless Pets.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• For resources on how you can help find homes for homeless pets, click here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• If you too opt to adopt, go to your local animal shelter or rescue organization or visit Petfinder to search through thousands of pets in need of homes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;a href="http://www.bestfriends.org"&gt;For more Best Friends news click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted by Jennifer Hayes, Best Friends staff&lt;br /&gt;Photo credit: Best Friends Animal Society&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485444863767351764-8518157627394956585?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/8518157627394956585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=8518157627394956585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/8518157627394956585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/8518157627394956585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2008/10/posted-at-wwwbestfriendsorg.html' title='Posted at www.bestfriends.org'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-3740076486951679190</id><published>2008-10-08T17:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T08:03:25.339-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scents'/><title type='text'>Scents</title><content type='html'>One of the greatest smells on this planet is fresh cut grass on a crisp autumn night.&lt;br /&gt;I may go back outside after I type this and enjoy it some more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485444863767351764-3740076486951679190?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/3740076486951679190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=3740076486951679190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/3740076486951679190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/3740076486951679190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2008/10/scents.html' title='Scents'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-7881982200696334644</id><published>2008-10-04T07:26:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T07:52:24.849-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><title type='text'>Religulous II</title><content type='html'>A great movie done in typical 'Maher' style. Humurous with his point and views in the fore-front. What do Santa Claus, The Easter Bunny, the Boogie Man and Religion have in common? They're all made up, fictional stories. And thats exactly the point of the movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485444863767351764-7881982200696334644?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/7881982200696334644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=7881982200696334644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/7881982200696334644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/7881982200696334644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2008/10/religulous-ii.html' title='Religulous II'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-436766176872009039</id><published>2008-10-03T07:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T07:58:49.660-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><title type='text'>Religulous  I</title><content type='html'>Tonite opens for the new film/documentary Religulous. A movie starring Bill Maher, a man I have been a fan of for some years now. I'll take getting my political education from a comic over some cnn reporter anyday. I think comics are one of the last honest and pure sense of media left in todays world. You can't always trust the views and opinions of people working for the likes of CNN, NBC, ABC and on and on. For these companies are owned by large companies with investors who are pursuaded by wealthy ceo's in cahoots with elected officials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the main things that attracts me to Mahers' show is his view on religion. I have for the longest time had a hard time explaining why I don't really believe. My answer to peoples' questions are simply that I have hope rather than belief. The whole thing(religion) is just to easy. Well then I must be an Atheist, wrong. I simply just do not know whats out there if anything. I hope there is something, preferably with a beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway Religulous opens tonite and I will be posting a second blog on the film to hopefully have some questions answered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485444863767351764-436766176872009039?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/436766176872009039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=436766176872009039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/436766176872009039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/436766176872009039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2008/10/religulous-i.html' title='Religulous  I'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-5757732637288265029</id><published>2008-09-28T08:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T08:15:42.033-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='political'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><title type='text'>Im no economist, but.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Yesterday had me baffled. As I visited the Westbrook Outlet mall with my wife, I was a little taken back by the amount of people who were also at the mall. It was a very rainy day at an outside mall and I had trouble finding a parking space. This bothered me in a way because of all the things that have been reported of our collapsing economy, yet people were out shopping as if there was nothing out of the ordirary going on in our country. This made me think. Exactly what is going on right now? These are strange times. Many questions come to mind when thinking of this whole economic debacle such as Who exactly is this affecting right now? Who has the power and know-how to repair this? Would it be as bad as it is if there were no media, such as radio and television? What if there were no stock market? What if the $700 billion went to small banking groups instead of these huge institutions who go on celebratory retreats? Who can we believe right now? Im no economist, but my brain has the capability of problem solving, yet this situation has me baffled. I'm in no way saying I could ever come up with a solution for this mess, but I could atleast think of an idea and say to a friend in conversation, "hey why doesn't the (blank) just go and (blank) the (blank) to fix the economy."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485444863767351764-5757732637288265029?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/5757732637288265029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=5757732637288265029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/5757732637288265029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/5757732637288265029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-no-economist-but.html' title='Im no economist, but.....'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-7987867699044910302</id><published>2008-09-27T20:47:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T08:23:26.672-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>Retiring</title><content type='html'>Today is a sad dayfor two reasons 1: Paul Newman lost his battle with cancer; and on a lighter note 2: I'm retiring my 4 year-old Yankee hat. It's a sad day when you have to give up a piece of something that pretty much grows to you, literally. This hat has seen many different things and has also been soaked with many gallons of sweat, which is the main reason for retirement. In the last month I've heard alot people weighing in on how gross my hat is, but you see people are very predictable and easy to let go of things so I've waited til everyone has stopped telling me to get rid of my disgusting hat, except of course for my wife who is relentless.&lt;br /&gt;   Its difficult to just "throw away" my hat. I'm guessing in my hat wearing life I've worn 6 hats- 4 baseball hats and 2 winter hats. I have probably purchased about twenty in attempts to replace the hats that have molded to my head. Im sure I'm not the only who does this. I also can not bring myself to throw away these hats either. I have kept 4 baseball hats(including the most recent retiree) and 1 winter hat(the other is not dead yet) in storage somewhere. &lt;br /&gt;  So tonite be the nite that I decide on a new hat to wear. So my wife and I go to LiDs, where I buy all my baseball caps. I've always worn Yankees hats and one was a UNC Tarheels hat(which is on the border-line of wearable). But to my surprise they had the same exact hat that I was putting to rest. So there it be. A new hat(kinda) and another 4 years. here's the pic of before/after.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SN7a3u5ORvI/AAAAAAAAACs/X-dZpwf6V-c/s1600-h/hats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SN7a3u5ORvI/AAAAAAAAACs/X-dZpwf6V-c/s400/hats.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250874866576279282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485444863767351764-7987867699044910302?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/7987867699044910302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=7987867699044910302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/7987867699044910302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/7987867699044910302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2008/09/retiring.html' title='Retiring'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SN7a3u5ORvI/AAAAAAAAACs/X-dZpwf6V-c/s72-c/hats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-3627431079867648717</id><published>2008-09-27T10:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T08:24:06.852-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idiots of the world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Hangin' Tough....</title><content type='html'>......and a little lower and to the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SN5GxeyqOgI/AAAAAAAAACc/509rRWI17qs/s1600-h/nkotb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SN5GxeyqOgI/AAAAAAAAACc/509rRWI17qs/s400/nkotb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250712031453657602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                Are you friggin kidding me?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485444863767351764-3627431079867648717?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/3627431079867648717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=3627431079867648717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/3627431079867648717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/3627431079867648717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2008/09/hangin-tough.html' title='Hangin&apos; Tough....'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SN5GxeyqOgI/AAAAAAAAACc/509rRWI17qs/s72-c/nkotb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-7120492500768218866</id><published>2008-09-23T08:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T08:24:36.971-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the missed'/><title type='text'>The Great Gig In The Sky</title><content type='html'>Its been apparent for some years now that the original Pink Floyd would not overcome their differences and give the world what would be one of the greatest 'Reunion Tours' possibly ever. Even when they reunited for Live-Aid a couple years ago, the music was there, but the chemistry wasn't. While learning of the death of keyboardist and co-founding member of Sigma 6 later to become Pink Floyd, Richard Wright, it became an absolute that there would be no reunion tour of the 2nd coming Pink Floyd as the original Pink Floyd lost its chance after Syd Barrett passed away a couple years earlier.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNjf2vKLDUI/AAAAAAAAACU/Wx39YhDjfg4/s1600-h/Richard+Wright.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNjf2vKLDUI/AAAAAAAAACU/Wx39YhDjfg4/s200/Richard+Wright.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249191497165376834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Richard Wright was a brilliant musician and the perfect fit in this abstract collection of psychedelia and rock'n'roll. He will be missed dearly by all who he influenced and that would be anyone who ever listened to and enjoyed Pink Floyd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485444863767351764-7120492500768218866?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/7120492500768218866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=7120492500768218866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/7120492500768218866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/7120492500768218866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2008/09/great-gig-in-sky.html' title='The Great Gig In The Sky'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNjf2vKLDUI/AAAAAAAAACU/Wx39YhDjfg4/s72-c/Richard+Wright.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-2581659631800926942</id><published>2008-09-23T07:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T08:25:02.230-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='political'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idiots of the world'/><title type='text'>"THE BAIL-OUT"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNjYaZ09zHI/AAAAAAAAACM/iC8Cp20eMDY/s1600-h/bush_bozo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNjYaZ09zHI/AAAAAAAAACM/iC8Cp20eMDY/s400/bush_bozo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249183313821551730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    So just when you thought the Bush Administration couldn't put on more of a clown show we end up with "the bailout". Are you kidding me? A proposed, 700 billion dollar bailout to these financial institutions. This money does not come out of thin air you know. George W. doesn't have a friggin money tree in the oval office with $700 billion hanging from it. Oh thats right, actually he does, its called tax payers reserves. This "Bush" administration has got to be in cahoots with some sort of terrorist group. They are shoving us so far down into the shit-hole its getting to be comical.&lt;br /&gt;    How is this Americas' problem? These institutes should take responsibilty for their own assinine actions. &lt;br /&gt;    If the Bush Administration wanted to do some good for once in their eight year embarrasing stint in Washington. They could give that money back to the people, rather than bailout these flunky finance groups. The $700 billion would give every individual an estimated $2,300.00. Every person in America would get just over two grand and thats including children. That would definately help boost this economy rather than $300 or in some cases $600.&lt;br /&gt;   for further opinion go &lt;a href="http://www.offthekuff.com/mt/archives2/2008/09/012468.html"&gt;here.........&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485444863767351764-2581659631800926942?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/2581659631800926942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=2581659631800926942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/2581659631800926942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/2581659631800926942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2008/09/bail-out.html' title='&quot;THE BAIL-OUT&quot;'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNjYaZ09zHI/AAAAAAAAACM/iC8Cp20eMDY/s72-c/bush_bozo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-7854997999908553119</id><published>2008-09-22T08:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T08:25:31.665-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the missed'/><title type='text'>E 161st and River</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNeMAja3FzI/AAAAAAAAACE/CclrpqSbKlU/s1600-h/thestadium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNeMAja3FzI/AAAAAAAAACE/CclrpqSbKlU/s400/thestadium.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248817831859394354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Growing up a Yankee fan, this is obviously the only home for the Yankees that most of us ever knew. If you remember back when the Yanks shared a ballpark with the Giants then god bless ya. There were many mixed emotions about the closing and last day of Yankee Stadium, but Derek Jeter put it all into perspective with the closing of Yankee Stadium speech. Having lived in CT my entire life you were brought up one of three ways: Mets fan, Boston fan or Yankee fan. I was brought up a Yank. The love for the game and for the Yanks was passed down to me from my father who is a Yankees fan. He also brought me to my first of many Yankees games here. So when I first thought of the Stadium being closed, there was definately a feeling of sadness, but the memories I have of going there will always be there. Now I think well I guess all of the fans now are part of something new and exciting. In 50-60 years there will be two events talked about when mentioning Yankee Stadium; the closing of the old stadium and &lt;a href="http://newyork.yankees.mlb.com/media/video.jsp?mid=200809093443211&amp;c_id=nyy"&gt;the opening of the new one.&lt;/a&gt; And we get to part of that history in the "remember whens".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485444863767351764-7854997999908553119?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/7854997999908553119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=7854997999908553119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/7854997999908553119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/7854997999908553119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2008/09/e-161st-and-river.html' title='E 161st and River'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNeMAja3FzI/AAAAAAAAACE/CclrpqSbKlU/s72-c/thestadium.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-503682958459632477</id><published>2008-09-19T16:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T08:25:48.519-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>A World With-OUT Wild Tigers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNRew_VWGkI/AAAAAAAAABI/rYxF7w1PZYM/s1600-h/tiger2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNRew_VWGkI/AAAAAAAAABI/rYxF7w1PZYM/s320/tiger2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247923661521164866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a sad day it would be. This thought has not left my mind since the day it entered when I was just a child. The Tiger has always been a favorite animal of mine, my mother can vouch for that having spent a plenty of money on assorted tiger apparel. I remember vividly one stuffed animal she purchased for me that came with a tag on it, thanking the consumer for the donation that was made with a portion of the money to help in conserving the Tiger. I asked my mom and dad about it and was told of the glooming situation that all tigers were facing. EXTINCTION!! This broke my heart. Just recently I went looking for tiger toys on-line with portions of proceeds going to conservations, but I don't know if the ones I found are credible so I sent out a few e-mails to find out if these toys are credible and if not who is and where you can get them. I highly recommend purchasing toys for your children that have proceeds going to something in a positive direction. If you want to help out this cause go &lt;a href="http://secure.worldwildlife.org/ogc/ogcAC_speciesDetail.cfm?gid=33"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and make a donation and in return get a stuffed animal and a picture or just simply donate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love for these big cats grew when I got to see them in the zoo. But as I got older seeing them in zoos saddened me. These animals were never meant to be caged. Zoos defend keeping them and all the animals namely for research now-a-days. It began as public display and remains that way to this day. Now there is no turning back for these animals being raised hand fed and played with by humans have a very low chance of survival in the wild. In fact a high percentage of animals in zoos have never even been in the wild having been born and raised in captivity. So what is it exactly we can learn now from Tigers raised in captivity? Not a whole lot that has to with saving the wild tiger. Actually there is a problem that has been circulating in the past decade known as "genetic pollution" which bagan in 76' at the Twycross Zoo in England where a female tiger was raised to be released back into the wild in India. Her survival endured and puppies followed, but in the mid 90's scientists discovered siberian tiger traits amongst bengal tigers. With dna tests, proof showed "genetic pollution" was now relevant in wild tigers.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;em&gt;  -from www.indiantiger.org&lt;br /&gt;"The white tiger controversy among zoos is a small part ethics and a large part economics. The tiger Species Survival Plan has condemned breeding white tigers because of their mixed ancestry, most have been hybridized with other subspecies and are of unknown lineage, and because they serve no conservation purpose. Owners of white tigers say they are popular exhibit animals and increase zoo attendance and revenues as well. Similar rationalization can be applied to the selective propagation of white lions, king cheetahs and other phenotypically aberrant animals."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNTkd2rThEI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4qCOm3YtT8M/s1600-h/tiger3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNTkd2rThEI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4qCOm3YtT8M/s320/tiger3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248070667337958466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;strong&gt;-from the forum,"The Fate of Wild Tigers"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;em&gt;The warning signs of the tiger’s decline are ominous.&lt;br /&gt;India, widely considered the stronghold for wild tigers,&lt;br /&gt;suffered a shock in 2005 when it was found that intense&lt;br /&gt;poaching had eliminated all tigers from what had been considered&lt;br /&gt;well-protected sanctuaries, such as the Sariska Tiger&lt;br /&gt;Reserve, and had depleted populations in other tiger sanctuaries,&lt;br /&gt;such as Ranthambore and Bandhavgarh. The gravity&lt;br /&gt;of these losses triggered a loud public outcry that led to a federal&lt;br /&gt;investigation initiated by India’s prime minister (Project&lt;br /&gt;Tiger 2005). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    Have these poachers no soul? Enough is enough. These poachers have pushed these species to the brink, it's sickening. Whats even more disturbing is the demand for tiger parts on the market. People need to wake-up and slap themselves in the face! You do not need Traditional Chinese Medicine(TCM) containing Tiger bone to keep you strong. These old chinese methods that believe in Tiger bone making you strong and aiding ailing joints is a joke. You don't need medicine to help in stay fit - you need exericise. But this is a practice brought down through the generations and inheriting tradition amongst cultures as stubborn as these are slow to break instinct in using "rare" animal parts for TCM. &lt;br /&gt;    All the information I am gathering on this topic has a pretty big finger pointing at TCM as a main culprit in the nearing extinction of the tiger. But why now? Why all of a sudden in the past 50 years has the tiger species come to near extinction because of TCM which has been around for hundreds of years. Is this a case of "who can we blame?" Whenever a problem arises the first step of resolvement is blame. Which isn't always a bad thing for which that would be where to start in fixing the problem. TCM isn't alone. Big game hunting or trophy hunting also had a hand in this. Habitat Destruction is a main problem. When you take away the habitat of these animals you essentially kill them. Tiger habitats in India are being destroyed to accomodate a larger human population, tear down trees to construct wood pulp factories(which is why it's important to recycle paper), and farm for palm oil. These are just a few examples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   These wild animals need the help from the same source that detroyed them, us. Any bit counts. Below are a bunch of links that are credible and are trying deperatley to save Tigers from extinction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.savethetigerfund.org/AM/Template.cfm?Section=Home1"&gt;SAVE THE TIGER FUND: &lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://savingwildtigers.org/savingwildtigers/helpdon.html"&gt;THE SIERRA CLUB:&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http:// www.priderock.org/index.php/how-you-can-help?9a54376a6b1e016929de8f2e1c0ebce4=33bddc2f522f6a8beb1f61203a8d3875  "&gt;PRIDEROCK IN TEXAS:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tigercreek.com/getinvlvd.html"&gt;TIGER CREEK:&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eia-international.org/what_can_i_do/"&gt;THE EIA: &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post more about the Tiger in upcoming months as I research more into different subjects on what good is going on in the protection of Tigers and also the bad. For example the good/bad of Tiger farming and the problems of bringing and breeding tigers in america. Thanks for reading on what is a very important topic to me.                  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT2Ic8n4hI/AAAAAAAAABY/Qa0q22-ww8c/s1600-h/tiger1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT2Ic8n4hI/AAAAAAAAABY/Qa0q22-ww8c/s320/tiger1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248090090863321618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485444863767351764-503682958459632477?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/503682958459632477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=503682958459632477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/503682958459632477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/503682958459632477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2008/09/world-with-out-wild-tigers.html' title='A World With-OUT Wild Tigers'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNRew_VWGkI/AAAAAAAAABI/rYxF7w1PZYM/s72-c/tiger2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-2135099340175403498</id><published>2008-09-16T07:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T08:26:42.095-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farts'/><title type='text'>Mmmmm..... bOOgERs !!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Well driving in beautiful downtown Guilford yesterday, along the green, making my way to my new favorite fishing hole I came up to a stop sign in a 4-way intersection with a pedestrian crosswalk. A mother and child in a stroller slowly crossed the street giving me time scan the scenery when I looked to my left and saw it. A man in a brand new Mercedes wearing a suit and mining for the gold of brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SM-bpXiwBPI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EVvGZgwjySs/s1600-h/nose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SM-bpXiwBPI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EVvGZgwjySs/s320/nose.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246583225906627826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is always an awesome sight for me. I usually give the thumbs up to people that catch me - catching them. But after I saw this man pick his nose and his arm didn't extend out the window with an elegant flick of the booger nor did he discretely do the under the seat wipe I wondered and realized as he stared at the finger that pulled out his prize. "Don't do it!!!", I yelled in my head. I didn't want to lay witness to the display of mucus-anabilism. And then BAM! Right down the shoot, like a bird sucking down a worm. It was like nothing to this man as he then began driving through the intersection singing and bopping his head. All these thoughts ran through my head like what kind of booger was it? Was it hard or was it runny? Either way if you ask me, thats friggin nasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people out there who believe that eating boogers helps the immune system. Well everyone has an answer for everything especially when they get caught doing something lik this. In actuality this theory is correct, but being that the nose is connected to the mouth/throat the average person ingests a quart of mucus a day and doesn't even notice it. So to all the booger eaters out there stop giving us this story of a stronger immunity to certain illness' due booger eating and give us the truth of how you love the taste of boogies. Its better to be honest. Remember you can pick your nose and you can pick your friends and maybe you can pick your friends nose, but don't eat your friends boogers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485444863767351764-2135099340175403498?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/2135099340175403498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=2135099340175403498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/2135099340175403498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/2135099340175403498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2008/09/mmmmm-boogers.html' title='Mmmmm..... bOOgERs !!!!!!'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SM-bpXiwBPI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EVvGZgwjySs/s72-c/nose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-227859293776428018</id><published>2008-09-15T07:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T08:27:05.609-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='political'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idiots of the world'/><title type='text'>McCain's a friggin a-hole!</title><content type='html'>Here are 10 FACTS about John McCain you may or may not know!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. John McCain voted against establishing a national holiday in honor of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. Now he says his position has “evolved,” yet he’s continued to oppose key civil rights laws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. According to Bloomberg News, McCain is more hawkish than Bush on Iraq, Russia and China. Conservative columnist Pat Buchanan says McCain “will make Cheney look like Gandhi.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. His reputation is built on his opposition to torture, but McCain voted against a bill to ban waterboarding, and then applauded President Bush for vetoing that ban.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. McCain opposes a woman’s right to choose. He said, “I do not support Roe versus Wade. It should be overturned.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The Children’s Defense Fund rated McCain as the worst senator in Congress for children. He voted against the children’s health care bill last year, then defended Bush’s veto of the bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. He’s one of the richest people in a Senate filled with millionaires. The Associated Press reports he and his wife own at least eight homes! Yet McCain says the solution to the housing crisis is for people facing foreclosure to get a “second job” and skip their vacations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Many of McCain’s fellow Republican senators say he’s too reckless to be commander in chief. One Republican senator said: “The thought of his being president sends a cold chill down my spine. He’s erratic. He’s hotheaded. He loses his temper and he worries me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. McCain talks a lot about taking on special interests, but his campaign manager and top advisers are actually lobbyists. The government watchdog group Public Citizen says McCain has 59 lobbyists raising money for his campaign, more than any of the other presidential candidates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. McCain has sought closer ties to the extreme religious right in recent years. The pastor McCain calls his “spiritual guide,” Rod Parsley, believes America’s founding mission is to destroy Islam, which he calls a “false religion.” McCain sought the political support of right-wing preacher John Hagee, who believes Hurricane Katrina was God’s punishment for gay rights and called the Catholic Church “the Antichrist” and a “false cult.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. He positions himself as pro-environment, but he scored a 0—yes, zero—from the League of Conservation Voters last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you want this war to go on longer, let 16 year old rape victoms have babies, forget about Martin Luther King, neglect to give children the proper health care they should receive, get a 2nd or 3rd job to pay your mortgage, believe in destroying all Islams and put our environment into an even greater shit-hole than it already is, well then maybe YOU should go out and vote/support McCain!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485444863767351764-227859293776428018?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/227859293776428018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=227859293776428018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/227859293776428018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/227859293776428018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2008/09/mccains-friggin-hole.html' title='McCain&apos;s a friggin a-hole!'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-3796493350700463993</id><published>2008-09-14T09:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T08:27:26.116-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the missed'/><title type='text'>flower sniffin, kitty pettin, baby kissin, corporate rock whores.</title><content type='html'>Thats what read on one of my favorite t-shirts back in the early 90's. It was a phrase coined by one Rocks greatests legends KurDt Cobain. It was meant to show that his band stood for everything the band stood against, Selling Out! Which indeed they did. Its not always a bad thing to "sell-out." And in this case, I believe this was a great example of a band that had to sell-out in order to make way for the new era of music. Nirvana wasn't the only band to have their hand in this. There were many. But they became the poster child for a new generation of music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Im writing this with an indifference I have with a book that was released in 2002, Journals by Kurt Cobain. Last night I was at Borders book store and as I found myself in the Music section of books looking for "the Beatles Complete Chord Collection", I came across "Journals". I told myself when I first heard about the book that I wouldn't look at and especially NOT buy it, well being that I am curious, I had to peek at it. Guilty as I felt, it was like looking into this mans' mind. I went through maybe 4-6 pages in the middle somewhere, lyrics to NEVERMIND mostly, and I thought to myself what an invasion of privacy this is. If Kurt were alive today, there is no way in hell this would be available to the public. But I also couldn't help notice the way in which he wrote his ideas and words, messy/quickly as if the words would be forgotten if not written down immediatley. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now with this book being available to the public, we who buy this and/or even read it have sold-out in a bigger way than Nirvana ever could have. There is no reason for this book to be in circulation. Who besides the publisher is profiting from this? Courtney Love? Most likely, she has profited more off his death than should would have if he were alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485444863767351764-3796493350700463993?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/3796493350700463993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=3796493350700463993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/3796493350700463993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/3796493350700463993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2008/09/flower-sniffin-kitty-pettin-baby-kissin.html' title='flower sniffin, kitty pettin, baby kissin, corporate rock whores.'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-4944426147770810803</id><published>2008-09-12T07:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T08:19:20.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Lotto"</title><content type='html'>The title of this blog has been the story of my life for the past couple of weeks. My wife has been completely consumed with "We need to play Powerball!" She talks of it day and night and has actually figured out how she would spend the winnings. And for the most part its all in good taste. For me Im one of those pessimistic optomist, who thinks negatively in hopes of a positive outcome especially when it comes to the lotto and the Yankees for that matter. But recently I have been thinking what I would do with a shlue of money toching almost $100 million. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I think I'd do the obvious and pay-off alot of crap and invest and yada-yada. But the one thing I'd put a majority of the money and my time and effort into for that matter would be to the help and care of neglected and abused animals. This is a subject that has always touched my heart in the deepest way. That even when I was child I would fight for animals rights in my own neiborhood. It may sound stupid, but I remember a time when I must have been around the age of eight I was playing wiffle ball with all my friends in the 'hood. One of them found a frog and thought it would be fun to play baseball with it. I could not save it in time, but I remember whacking my good friend straight across the face with that bat and making him cry. &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;      Even in high-school when I found myself on the otherside of the law and was given community service at my choice and I chose to help out at an animal clinic/pound where I fell in love with the idea of being able to help these helpless animals. My heart always went out to these dogs who had gone through some of the most f'd up shit you can think of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I recently watched a show on the National Geographic channel called "Dogtown". This season opened with the Michael Vick dogs(In my opinion him and his sick-ass cousin got off way too friggin easy). I fell in love with all these dogs. I also gained a tremendous amount of respect for all the people involved in the rehabilitation of the animals. You can visit www.bestfriends.com to see more of the work all these incredible people do to help all likes of animals. This is something worth donating to and helping out with. I would just love to be able help every animal who needs help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485444863767351764-4944426147770810803?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/4944426147770810803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=4944426147770810803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/4944426147770810803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/4944426147770810803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2008/09/lotto.html' title='&quot;The Lotto&quot;'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-110972682715294863</id><published>2008-09-10T07:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T08:17:48.046-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idiots of the world'/><title type='text'>Paris Hilton should be shot!</title><content type='html'>plain and simple. Her upcoming T.V. show looks like a piece of toilet paper I just wiped my ass with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485444863767351764-110972682715294863?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/110972682715294863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=110972682715294863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/110972682715294863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/110972682715294863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2008/09/paris-hilton-should-be-shot.html' title='Paris Hilton should be shot!'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-6200197680360391270</id><published>2008-08-23T17:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T08:27:54.908-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>SCAR TISSUE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SLB9UkkktlI/AAAAAAAAAA0/u2xgp7hiIbQ/s1600-h/book!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SLB9UkkktlI/AAAAAAAAAA0/u2xgp7hiIbQ/s400/book!!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237824158999819858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished reading "Scar Tissue" an auto-biography by Anthony Kiedis. I literally could not put this book down. It was brutally honest and a little shocking. I give this book two thumbs up, plus, two big toes up, as well. The only books I've ever really read up to a few years ago have been about musicians who have influenced me one way or another and this one definately takes the cake. A must read!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485444863767351764-6200197680360391270?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/6200197680360391270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=6200197680360391270&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/6200197680360391270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/6200197680360391270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2008/08/scar-tissue.html' title='SCAR TISSUE'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SLB9UkkktlI/AAAAAAAAAA0/u2xgp7hiIbQ/s72-c/book!!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-5671396670478517358</id><published>2008-08-21T16:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T08:28:25.472-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the missed'/><title type='text'>Always Look Both Ways</title><content type='html'>I have an incredible bond with my grandfather who I called Poppy. Its strange though, because he passed away when I was just a toddler. People in my family always tell me how close we were those couple years and how we had this special bond since my birth. I have dreams of him now, twenty-something years later, of the two of us just hanging out and doing things that I think we'd be doing today if he were alive. I really can't be to sure of exactly how I remember him. I've seen many photos of him and that will always distort one's memory.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;             I get these images of being in his old house around Easter-time alot. But I have one memory that will stay with me forever. Him and I were playing with a big bouncy ball in his front yard, which in my opinion is one the greatest way to bond with a child. Maybe not always with a bouncy ball, but some sort of ball. I was little and really didn't always throw the ball in the direction I wanted to and it wound up on the otherside of the street. Not knowing any better, I began running to cross the street and my Poppy ran over and stopped me in my tracks and kindly said, "you can't just run out into the street like that. You need to stop at the edge of the road and &lt;em&gt;look both ways&lt;/em&gt; to make sure its safe to cross."  &lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;         So that being really the only thing I completely remember about Poppy I always brought that into my adult world applying it to lifes' crossroads. Always weighing my options. Thats the thing about life, there are so many options and you need to choose the right one that better suits what you ultimatley want to do with your life. People everyday make a choice out of what can seem like so many options and not even know it. Although I took his advice and looked both ways before crossing I wound up choosing the wrong path every now and then, but thats life's little learning curve and the point is to learn from them and for the most part I have, but yet there are more roads to cross and decisions to make. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        As for now I'll keep putting these pieces of memories I have of him together in my subconscience while I sleep and hopefully learn more from a man who has already taught me alot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485444863767351764-5671396670478517358?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/5671396670478517358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=5671396670478517358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/5671396670478517358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/5671396670478517358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2008/08/always-look-both-ways.html' title='Always Look Both Ways'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-1422827640947585580</id><published>2008-08-19T07:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T08:29:01.669-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='political'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idiots of the world'/><title type='text'>'W' on Global Warming</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nxpEqln5EdQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nxpEqln5EdQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/485444863767351764-1422827640947585580?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/1422827640947585580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=1422827640947585580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/1422827640947585580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/1422827640947585580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2008/08/w-on-global-warming.html' title='&apos;W&apos; on Global Warming'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-1147712882197193819</id><published>2008-08-17T08:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T08:29:23.556-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farts'/><title type='text'>Im askin Santa for a bidet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SKgZbFoW-AI/AAAAAAAAAAs/nSLrO_bLE2Y/s1600-h/bidet.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SKgZbFoW-AI/AAAAAAAAAAs/nSLrO_bLE2Y/s400/bidet.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235462519976818690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;        I miss the bidet. I have traveled to Europe a few times now and was always curious, but skeptical of the bidet. As an ignorant american, always seemed to snub it in a strange way, not as if Im above using it or something. I guess I just wasn't willing to give it a chance. My wife always used it everytime we went and said I was being a baby for not even trying to use it. Well on this last trip to Italy I used it and I friggin loved it. I can pretty much guarantee that there are no Italians walking around with itchy assholes. So the next time I take a crap, wipe my bu-dunk-a-dunk and end up walkin around with itch-ditch I'll be wishing I had a bidet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485444863767351764-1147712882197193819?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/1147712882197193819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=1147712882197193819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/1147712882197193819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/1147712882197193819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-askin-santa-for-bidet.html' title='Im askin Santa for a bidet'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SKgZbFoW-AI/AAAAAAAAAAs/nSLrO_bLE2Y/s72-c/bidet.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-3116128234064535614</id><published>2008-08-16T09:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T08:30:08.632-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idiots of the world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomness'/><title type='text'>Mr. Cool Ice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SKbdbzTblJI/AAAAAAAAAAk/4OxbF5tQirQ/s1600-h/Mr+cool+ice.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SKbdbzTblJI/AAAAAAAAAAk/4OxbF5tQirQ/s400/Mr+cool+ice.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235115086562694290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was getting my tatoo finished up the other day at Transcend Tattoo and noticed these pics that Lou had hanging in his station. I couldn't believe that the tats on this guy were real, but Lou insisted that they were. So I came home and looked him up and sure as shit, they're real. This guy is awesome! I also read some other blogs about Mr. Cool Ice that just completely bash this guy, but I have to agree with Lou that this guy would be a blast to go out drinkin with, he'd have to be, rite?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485444863767351764-3116128234064535614?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/3116128234064535614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=3116128234064535614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/3116128234064535614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/3116128234064535614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2008/08/mr-cool-ice.html' title='Mr. Cool Ice'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SKbdbzTblJI/AAAAAAAAAAk/4OxbF5tQirQ/s72-c/Mr+cool+ice.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-1906366744479641318</id><published>2008-08-16T09:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T08:30:32.254-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idiots of the world'/><title type='text'>King Cowardly James</title><content type='html'>All the hype, all the publicity and all the lies.&lt;br /&gt;A few months ago a petition went around the Cleveland Cavs locker-room protesting the 2008 Olympics being held in China due to the their involvement of Human Rights issues. Two members of the team did NOT sign this petition. Jones and Lebron James. How difficult is it sign a piece of paper that is meant to do nothing but good. When asked about why he did not sign Lebron James said he needed to educate himself on the situation. Well a short while later I believe he did. He even did an interview on how when he got to China he would raise awareness on the issue. Well up to this point he has done nothing of the kind actually going as far as saying to let the politicians handle the political matters. Well Lebron as you plainly said in an interview, "At the end of the day we're talking about Human Rights. Human rights and peoples lives are in jeopardy." doesn't seem to me that this is a political matter as much as a Human matter.&lt;br /&gt;    Im not saying this one person should go against China,put on a suit, stand in front of a court and spit the obvious. But he is going against his word to help raise awareness of the situation and he has the ability,now, to do it on a global scale. He should take full advantage of that with the rest of the USA team especially Kobe who was singing along to the same tune before he got to China. The time to act is now. &lt;br /&gt;       You have accepted the role as "King James" on the court, maybe you should carry that role off the court and really make a stand instead of playing the cowardly lion and fearing loss of a Nike contract or a lashing from the NBA for possible Chinese Fan loss. That stuff is all minimal when your talking about thousands and thousands of people being slaughtered for unseenly reasons. There are many a greater men then you who would love to be in your shoes right now and make a stand. Its not like what you have to do. NBA Basketball in China is unbelievably huge right now and the USA will play China on Sunday and I think the biggest impact on this issue that could be made by a group of USA basketball stars would be to sit out the game in protest. &lt;br /&gt;      Plain and simple. Don't play in the game and shout your reasons for not playing when your interviewed for the sit-out. Stand by your words Lebron!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485444863767351764-1906366744479641318?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/1906366744479641318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=1906366744479641318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/1906366744479641318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/1906366744479641318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2008/08/king-cowardly-james.html' title='King Cowardly James'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-4098689671332678778</id><published>2008-08-16T07:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T08:30:53.382-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Weezers 'Red Album' Review</title><content type='html'>This is my first review of an album and comes at the request of my sister-in-law so here goes. I found a review of the Red Album this morning and was a little shocked. The guy who wrote it has no remorse and really doesn't seem to understand the loyalty that fans have with their favorite bands and tells us how disappointed the fans are and will be. Well I listened to the album and had mixed feelings of it. One being-nice- there are hints of old Weezer and -cool- there are hints of new Weezer. This album keeps it rockin the whole way through wtih the exception of two songs that lets face it, it's nice to hear a slower jam a couple times on a record.I think this album is awesome. I like the fact that the rest of the band really gets involved with singing, that always adds a new dynamic to the creative juices that really help to create a newer sound. As for me being a product of the 80's/90's and all that was offered in pop culture found the ballad 'Heart Songs' fun as he sings of all these groups that I listened to. And its also refreshing to see how many bands and people that one of my favorite bands actually inspired, NIRVANA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Songs that really stick out for me are Trouble Maker, Greatest Man, Dreamin(Classic Weezer sound),Cold Dark World, Automatic(IndyRock)&gt;&gt; Just a bangin album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   This album is edgy with catchy guitar riffs and creative vocal parts as in 'The Greatest Man That Ever Lived'. Its classic Weezer at its best and this other review was obviously written by a douche who was apparently on the rag the day he listened to the album and wrote his review. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEEZER (RED ALBUM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This review below was written by Darryl Sterdan from Sun Media and he titled his review "Say it ain't so"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Weezer &lt;br /&gt;Weezer (Red Album) &lt;br /&gt;(Geffen)&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Rivers Cuomo is screwed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, that's nothing new. Basically, the Weezer frontman sealed his own doom in the early '90s, when he followed up one of the decade's greatest pop albums (that would be the band's self-titled debut, which gave the world Buddy Holly and Undone -- The Sweater Song) with his most ambitious and personal work (that would be the criminally overlooked Pinkerton). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been downhill ever since no matter what he does. If he sticks with the ironic, metal-flaked sound of old, half the fans say he's repeating himself. If he pulls a change-up, the other half charge he's self-indulgent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both sides are going to have plenty to say about the band's sixth disc (and third self-titled release), the so-called Red Album. This time around, Cuomo really isn't doing himself any favours. On the plus side, the 10-tracker -- which reportedly has a $1 million budget and was co-produced by Rick Rubin and Jacknife Lee -- boasts three crunch-rock singles that are as good as anything Weezer have done. On the downside, it's weighted down with a trio of bloated, meandering epics. And, for the first time, the other three bandmembers each take a turn on lead vocals, which may make life more pleasant within Camp Weezer, but isn't likely to thrill the folks who come to the party for Rivers. Finally, it doesn't help that the release date was bumped up three weeks after most of it leaked onto the Net, where it garnered a decidedly mixed response. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately, we're not sure who to feel sorrier for -- Cuomo or Weezer fans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485444863767351764-4098689671332678778?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/4098689671332678778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=4098689671332678778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/4098689671332678778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/4098689671332678778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2008/08/weezers-red-album-review.html' title='Weezers &apos;Red Album&apos; Review'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-4933974683030708598</id><published>2008-08-15T17:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T07:50:23.388-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the missed'/><title type='text'>Blemished Melon</title><content type='html'>What hell is this crap about the new "Blind Melon"?&lt;br /&gt;I may be a little behind the ball and Im in the midst of researching this junk that just recently came to my attention. BLIND MELON without Shannon Hoon?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erroneous!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is such garbage. I as a fan am offended. I don't give a shit what the explanation from the rest of the band is, which will probably be' "this is what Shannon would've wanted." -Bullshit!! Sure Hoon probably would've wanted the rest of the band to keep on keepin on, but not with some Shannon Hoon friggin wanna-be who tries so hard to sound and be like him, its re-goddam-diculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is this band is super talented. I enjoyed and still enjoy listening to them as a whole, but they're lost without their frontman and think the only way to achieve that semi-stardom they once had is to reform and play under the same name, but with a new frontman. Well this new frontman sux. I don't know him and I already hate him. Poser!! I know I'd feel pretty freakin strange filling in for someone like Shannon Hoon let alone trying to sound and act like him. But an asshole like this is probably sittin back slingin some bs about how honored he is to be filling in for such big shoes. NO, it would be an honor if the band payed tribute to Hoon and made an album or played a show casting a number of different musicians to sing different songs of his. What this guy is doing is thievery. Hoon has been dead for 12 years this coming October, so young kids who may not know of the original Blind Melon will get stuck buying some crappy album with Blind Melons name on it not knowing the truly original Blind Melon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for anyone just getting into Blind Melon do yourself the favor of going out and getting their 2 original albums(self-titled and soup) and Nico, the third album, which was the greatest and more proper way of paying homage to Hoon as it was released after his death with all proceeds going to his daughter and to musicians with drug problems. There are also some great bootlegs floating around out there which was how I got hooked on to the them back in the early 90's&gt;&gt;&gt;Beau where is that tape? Had a sick version of 'Fire' and some other Hendrix tune on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485444863767351764-4933974683030708598?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/4933974683030708598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=4933974683030708598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/4933974683030708598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/4933974683030708598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2008/08/blemished-melon.html' title='Blemished Melon'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-3718396059994969511</id><published>2008-08-14T07:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T07:51:31.914-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='political'/><title type='text'>The END of all ENDs</title><content type='html'>The time for gettting over my semi-fear of horses is coming to a head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will the american public, let me re-phrase. When will the non-governmental World run out of oil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should be any matter of time now, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon people will be freakin out. And I do mean FREAKIN OUT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much oil can there really be left in the earth to be used for mass consumption? I figure not too much. Sure you can read statements and testimonies of scientists hired by government officials telling you not to worry that "as of right now, we know that we have atleast 40 years of oil left for consumtion and are drilling in new locations to find even more for reserves."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BULLSHIT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are right now in, what I believe, an oil war. Why the hell are we still in Iraq?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They've got oil! &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;        Most of the gas and oil we as americans use(abuse) on an everyday basis, pushing the quantity to a staggering number of 22 million barrels a day, comes from foreign countries like Saudia Arabia, Iraq, Kuwait etc.. &lt;br /&gt;   We are tapping into foreign resources because america is running out of oil. This is my conspiracy theory, but I know Im not alone in these thougts. Sure people on the right wing believe every piece of garbage shoved down their ignorant throats. Thats why they're on the right wing, to believe and pass on the word of this corrupt government. And don't get me wrong, Im sure there are things this government knows that I don't want to know and that Im probably better off not knowing. But this whole oil thing needs to be brought to everyones attention. Especially horse-breeders and trainors. I know thats maybe going a little too far seeing the technology we have at our hands. That also goes with the theory that the government probably has the sickest friggin solar-powered car imaginable, but they are just waiting for the right time to un-veil it...Hmmmmm... perhaps when we run out of oil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I guess for now I'll get in line and abuse the oil thats left in filling up my car because I really can't afford one of these hybrids. In which I think should be priced more affordibly if these car companies really did care for our environment ad preservation of oil. Oh thats right, majorities fo these big auto companies are in bed with our greedy little government. So round and round we go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many people out there trying to stick it to the man, when all the while we are the ones getting the shaft in the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485444863767351764-3718396059994969511?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/3718396059994969511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=3718396059994969511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/3718396059994969511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/3718396059994969511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2008/08/end-of-all-ends.html' title='The END of all ENDs'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-7326963542055173683</id><published>2008-08-13T20:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T07:52:05.199-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just a thought'/><title type='text'>china-eyes</title><content type='html'>Quick Question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Hopefully this question will not be viewed as prejudice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Are Caucasion people more likely to get things in their eyes compared to asian people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   This was the thought I had today at work while I was screwing in sheetrock on a ceiling and debris kept falling into my stupid round eyes. I thought maybe if I squinted less debris would get into my eyes and it worked. Then I thought this would be the perfect job for like a stoner-asian because then their eyes would be slanted and practically shut and probably get the least amount of debris as humanly possible into their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Stupid? maybe. But someone once told me that "if you don't know the answer, there's no such thing as a stupid question."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485444863767351764-7326963542055173683?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/7326963542055173683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=7326963542055173683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/7326963542055173683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/7326963542055173683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2008/08/china-eyes.html' title='china-eyes'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-6877716787381587150</id><published>2008-08-10T08:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T07:52:45.602-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>The Who</title><content type='html'>I didn't DVR the VH1 Rock Honors The Who. So I searched for show on the net and realized I missed a pretty sick show. If anyone has any info on wether or not VH1 will be releasing this on DVD please let me know because the quality of picture on the net sux. Here's a vid though. Thought all the performers did a great job especially PJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7ZW4x3O3HBI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7ZW4x3O3HBI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/485444863767351764-6877716787381587150?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/6877716787381587150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=6877716787381587150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/6877716787381587150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/6877716787381587150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2008/08/who.html' title='The Who'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-9108007375060697172</id><published>2008-08-10T08:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T07:53:40.273-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just a thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idiots of the world'/><title type='text'>grazie</title><content type='html'>No, this is not a blog about my recent trip to Italia well maybe a little. See Im a door holder opener (Hmmmm... what?!- you get the point) and grazie was a common word heard in Italia when I held the door open for a complete stranger. Well my first day back I go to D'n'D and hold the door for a complete dick who was holding a tray of coffees and he said nothing. Didn't even look at me. So I do as I've always done and said,"you're welcome!" which sounded more like eat shit! The guy turns and says'" oh yeah, thanks." Oh yeah thanks? Did he really need to throw in the "oh yeah"? What a dick. Waht happened to common courtesy in this country? Is it so hard to say please or thank you? They're just words, but words that let people know that you appreciate a simple act of kindness. Did this jerk think he was above me in some sort of way like because he was leaving with a handful of coffees I was "supposed to" hold the door open for him? NO, Im just a nice person. And this rich mother-licker isn't the only person who's done this to me, there's been hundreds, okay maybe not hundreds, but too friggin many. He was just the more recent. I think though I will be taking my -NO THANK YOU RAGE- out on this guy. So I'll write at a later date how this story will unfold. Maybe the next time I hold the door for this jerk (if there is a next time) I'll just stick my foot out a little. Who knows, I may get even more creative than that. This actually goes for all you ignorant, impolite degenerates who don't have the decency to be polite to people who are being polite to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485444863767351764-9108007375060697172?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/9108007375060697172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=9108007375060697172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/9108007375060697172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/9108007375060697172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2008/08/grazie.html' title='grazie'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-7349761147456232307</id><published>2008-07-08T19:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T07:54:01.241-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idiots of the world'/><title type='text'>I got "Boss-ed" today.</title><content type='html'>Who ever came up with, "Thanks Boss" or "whats up Boss" is an asshole. I hate being called "Boss". I've hated it ever since I heard it which was probably 10 years ago and I can't believe people still say it. Actually I haven't heard it in a while, until today.&lt;br /&gt;    So went to lunch with my father as I do everyday at Naples Pizza, but today was different only because my dad got a new gadget- an I-pod. So he totally missed the "bossing" that took place. So half way through lunch I went out to my car to get my phone and as returned I opened the door and two guys stood there with food in their hands. Being the nice guy I am, I hold the door open for them. The first guy to leave was wearing the gayest Boston Red Sox visor.Why do people wear these things, they're fuckin stupid and you look like an idiot, in my opinion. Well I guess it went with his whole phrat-boy attire. He walked out and said,"thanks Boss". It would of made sense if I were wearing my Yankees HAT, then I would've accepted the "Boss" insult. &lt;br /&gt;        Then it hit me, this must be a phrat thing. The words matched his look. His stupid semi-preppy, my daddy bought me this Benz,visor wearing look. So be aware of lurking "Boss" sayers because you could be next.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485444863767351764-7349761147456232307?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/7349761147456232307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=7349761147456232307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/7349761147456232307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/7349761147456232307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-got-boss-ed-today.html' title='I got &quot;Boss-ed&quot; today.'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-7934693192597231256</id><published>2008-07-08T19:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T07:54:42.473-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just a thought'/><title type='text'>Is originality dead? hmmmmm....</title><content type='html'>Its been a while now where I've seen or heard something truly original. I understand its very difficult in this day in age to be original, this video may very well have been done before or something of its kind has been done before, but I have never seen anything like it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9MBBr-a2KnM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9MBBr-a2KnM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/485444863767351764-7934693192597231256?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/7934693192597231256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=7934693192597231256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/7934693192597231256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/7934693192597231256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2008/07/is-originality-dead-hmmmmm.html' title='Is originality dead? hmmmmm....'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-8155428287989395114</id><published>2008-07-08T08:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T08:18:46.659-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MacFarlane Swears Off Marijuana</title><content type='html'>2 July 2008 6:36 PM, PDT | From wenn.com | See recent WENN news&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Guy creator Seth MacFarlane has vowed to stop smoking marijuana - because it makes him too paranoid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MacFarlane signed a $100 million (GBP50 million) deal with 20th Century Fox in May, in a move which will make him the highest-paid writer-producer in television - and he's determined to increase his productivity by swearing off illegal drugs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says, "I don't smoke much pot anymore. One of the last times I was stoned, I was convinced that I would die unless I kept moving my body. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So I sat there, baked, waving my arms around like a crazy person." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its nice to see funny people from the great state of Connecticut making something of themselves in the entertainment world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485444863767351764-8155428287989395114?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/8155428287989395114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=8155428287989395114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/8155428287989395114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/8155428287989395114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2008/07/macfarlane-swears-off-marijuana.html' title='MacFarlane Swears Off Marijuana'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-4240353414973673211</id><published>2008-07-08T07:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T07:57:46.105-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='political'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idiots of the world'/><title type='text'>Good Ol' President Bush</title><content type='html'>If George W. didn't suck so much as a President I would find it funny to see him on reality show. In fact I think after his Presidency or Idiocy- which ever you prefer- he should have some sort of spot on television. Maybe he can travel around the U.S. and do speeches to mass groups explaining how and why he f'd up so ridiculously just so we can get some pretty damn funny clips of him being stupid. They are worth it. I think thats the best thing about technology and living in The U.S.A. today.  We have footage of a president making a complete ass of himself spread all over the internet, bashing and laughing at our supposed leader. &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8Ux3DKxxFoM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8Ux3DKxxFoM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/485444863767351764-4240353414973673211?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/4240353414973673211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=4240353414973673211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/4240353414973673211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/4240353414973673211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2008/07/good-ol-president-bush.html' title='Good Ol&apos; President Bush'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-466519927674364258</id><published>2008-07-07T07:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T08:01:19.677-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the journalists laugh</title><content type='html'>This video cracks me up everytime I watch it so I'll share it here&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P8QHw9lrMao&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P8QHw9lrMao&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/485444863767351764-466519927674364258?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/466519927674364258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=466519927674364258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/466519927674364258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/466519927674364258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2008/07/journalists-laugh.html' title='the journalists laugh'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-3158655908837287524</id><published>2008-07-06T16:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T07:56:49.833-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just a thought'/><title type='text'>Why Blog?</title><content type='html'>Its simple, really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for real its a form of expression, mine mainly being some sort of dilemma involving stupid people, even if that stupid person is me. I write for myself. If people read these and get some enjoyment out of them or even get a little smile on their face, then thats great. Its like writing a song, which I do, but this is a little different and simpler(hope thats a word!). I think its an oppurtunity for anyone to dive into their brain and try to put together a story that happened to them or give their own version of the news that matters only to them. If you read other peoples blogs it is also a source for knowledge on music, history -anything. So I think the question should be- Why not Blog? - you never know who you can turn on or how you can occupy your time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485444863767351764-3158655908837287524?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/3158655908837287524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=3158655908837287524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/3158655908837287524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/3158655908837287524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-blog.html' title='Why Blog?'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-1401288135971964524</id><published>2008-07-05T17:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T07:58:09.490-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idiots of the world'/><title type='text'>bicycling shorts</title><content type='html'>I believe in "share the road," as read on many bumper stickers on the backs of cars carrying bicycles. Well yesterday I left my home and drove down the street which is a very quiet road that wraps around the lake and is pretty winding only to come up to a group of bikers(all of which were probably wearing some sort of "Livestrong" appearal). Is it me or does every biker out there think they own the friggin road!? It seemed as every time I went to pass one of them they bolted out into the street not even acknowledging I was driving behind them, maybe they need to be reminded of the phrase "share the Road" as it doesn't only pertain to CARS!!  JERKS!!! I was being very polite and patient, I didn't toot my horn or anything, But I really wanted to. So after about 10 minutes of trailing these tight-short wearing A-holes I was able to pass them and as I approached the stop sign I checked my rearview mirror to see the bikers coming at mach speed on my right and it took everything I had in me not to just pull over to the right and slam the breaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 point bikers&lt;br /&gt;0 points me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get my vengeance on these idiots as I know they're local. These Lance wanna-be idiots!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485444863767351764-1401288135971964524?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/1401288135971964524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=1401288135971964524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/1401288135971964524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/1401288135971964524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2008/07/bicycling-shorts.html' title='bicycling shorts'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-8486426876264147069</id><published>2008-06-26T07:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T08:22:52.811-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farts'/><title type='text'>The Wal-mart Fart</title><content type='html'>I'll make this short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Wal-Mart the other day to get dog food.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me back up.     Had pizza for lunch{always gives me flagulents)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Im in the assigned dog food aisle where I always get my shit, but low and behold I cant find the brand Im lookin for, so I start searching hi and low. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda sense a couple people behind me, but don't care because Im in Wal-Mart searching for dog food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I hate Wal-Mart and always feel the need to get in and out as quick as possible. For some strange reason I feel guilty buying shit in there- Im against alot of what they stand for (I'll save that sentence for a different rant), but some of their sh*t is real cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, so there's people behind me/ Im looking/ and there it is on the bottom shelf underneath other dog foods. Just as I squat down to grab the food- RIP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My ass just lets out this awesome belch. Man, my father would have been proud. But wait the people, they definatley heard that- that whole friggin section of Wal-Mart heard that. I turn just in time to see the guy grab his girl and hi-tail it outta there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485444863767351764-8486426876264147069?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/8486426876264147069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=8486426876264147069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/8486426876264147069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/8486426876264147069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2008/06/wal-mart-fart.html' title='The Wal-mart Fart'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-8443020618789222999</id><published>2008-06-26T07:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T07:47:01.915-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kill your Radio</title><content type='html'>Stupid FM Radio &lt;br /&gt;Current mood:  annoyed &lt;br /&gt;Category: Music &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               I listen to the radio everyday on may way into work, usually talk radio. Thats how I usually get the news, that and from my fiance-i.e.-" did ya hear what happened inYemmin?"-    Im not a big fan of the"FM" radio because you hear the same crap over and over which usaully takes the greatness out of great songs to the point you can't stand to hear them anymore.                              &lt;br /&gt;            The thing that really eerks me is when there is a commercial for the radio station that your listening to. You're already listening to that station! Why the hell do they need to advertise themselves, maybe its just me, but I don't like that. And the other thing that I can't stand, actually pisses me off is the station is playing a commercial for their own station, but you don't know it yet and it starts off with some killer tune you haven't heard in a while and its usually a song that the station never ever plays. For instance, today, that shit happened to me and on came "Possum Kingdom" by the Toadies- I was stoked, a song I haven't heard in along time, one that brings me back to 8th grade and the Old Saybrook bowling alley and Diner - *FLASBACK 1995* -  My ol' buddy Ant used to have a Toadies t-shirt that on the back had some drawing, can't remember of what, but it read "Eat More Toad". So one nite at the bowling alley Vinny was workin' Ants nerve and pushing his buttons and said, " that stupid shirt doesn't even make sense, whats "eat more toad" mean?" Anthony turned to Vinny and very calmly said," It means I want to f**k your mother." You might have had to been there, but it was hysterical- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*PRESENT TIME*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            - then on came the friggin commercial, yeah ,sure I can go home on the computer take the time to download it and listen to it, but the moment passed. I was ready to rock out in my truck, bang on the steering wheel, look like some raving psycho to fellow drivers on the road. So instead I popped in old school Dre-The Chronic- might as well rite?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485444863767351764-8443020618789222999?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/8443020618789222999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=8443020618789222999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/8443020618789222999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/8443020618789222999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2008/06/kill-your-radio.html' title='Kill your Radio'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-5434582926025142159</id><published>2008-06-13T18:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T07:56:23.589-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='political'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just a thought'/><title type='text'>I am One</title><content type='html'>Had a thought today or better yet a question. Can one person really make a change? This question arose as I was listening to a live Pearl Jam performance featuring Ben Harper where they kept repeating, "With these two hands I can change the world". These 9 words for some reason sent a chill up my spine as if for a brief moment I truly believed in what these musicians were singing. So can one person make a change? I believe so. Maybe not a big change, but every once in a while a person comes around and really gives 100 percent of themselves in believing those 9 words and stands out amongst the rest. I.e. Martin Luther King Jr. In this day of age I can't really think of anyone who stands out in making me believe that change is turning for the good. Or is change a thought that in that moment you believe that all is good and you find some sort of peace within you. &lt;br /&gt;        I'd really like to believe that Obama will be someone who if elected will make a change for the good, but as usual there is that doubt that we or atleast I have in politicians as they talk a good game, but in the end its the same old crap wrapped up in a different bag of lies and deception.&lt;br /&gt;       So in closing maybe all of us as normal,(that term being used loosely)everyday people should try and make a little bit more of an effort to help make this place a better place for the future of us and our kids and our grandkid's and so on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485444863767351764-5434582926025142159?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/5434582926025142159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=5434582926025142159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/5434582926025142159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/5434582926025142159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-am-one.html' title='I am One'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-8152322681050862157</id><published>2008-06-06T08:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T08:12:50.101-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Coco Crisp fights</title><content type='html'>Coco Crisp has proven to America how unprofessional and irresponsible he is. Does this guy realize that there are kids out there who (I don't know how) look up to him, watch his every move and listen to his words and actually want to be just like him. He described the Devil Rays as little girls. Are you a man, Coco? A real man may have lost his cool during a game and attacked the mound getting caught up in the moment, but in a post-game interview would have apologized for his actions not made stupid immateur comments with a shit eatin grin on his stupid face. Grow up and take responsiblity for your actions. Get control over your 15 year old, I hate my parent type of attitude and play baseball respectfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" type="text/javascript" src="http://nesn.img.cdn.dayport.com/dayportcore/dpm/DayPortPlayers.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" type="text/javascript"&gt;DayPortPlayer.newPlayer({articleID:"1068",bannerAdObjectID:"null",videoAdObjectID:"null",videoAdConDefID:"8",playerInstanceID:"FA4BADDF-1121-2521-A713-8B4A46F1280D",domain:"nesn.dayport.com",rootCategory:"null",categoryID:"18"});&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485444863767351764-8152322681050862157?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/8152322681050862157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=8152322681050862157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/8152322681050862157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/8152322681050862157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2008/06/coco-crisp-fights.html' title='Coco Crisp fights'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-3799129491680943857</id><published>2008-06-05T21:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T21:54:13.038-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Complicated</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SEktJjrssPI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xQ_ufU59vVI/s1600-h/denise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SEktJjrssPI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xQ_ufU59vVI/s400/denise.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208744086251286770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I just finished watching the second episode of the first season of Denise Richards-Its Complicated. Its okay, as far as celebreality shows go. I won't lie- watched it because she's hot and ever since I seen Wild Things, well I'll just leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QhD1lYNJH5w&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QhD1lYNJH5w&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the show its humbling to see that she has something like 10 dogs 3 cats and 3 pigs oh yeah and 2 kids. There isn't this little priss behind the scenes like I expected. But just like any other celebreality show it will keep my interest for maybe 2 more episodes unless this was on HBO! Now why hasn't Seacrest thought of that yet, he's not that smart, I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485444863767351764-3799129491680943857?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/3799129491680943857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=3799129491680943857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/3799129491680943857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/3799129491680943857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-complicated.html' title='Its Complicated'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SEktJjrssPI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xQ_ufU59vVI/s72-c/denise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-7253628396165815151</id><published>2008-06-05T21:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T21:43:44.648-04:00</updated><title type='text'>GELATO!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SEiWRJUbTfI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Wo25Hn0gr9Q/s1600-h/gelato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SEiWRJUbTfI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Wo25Hn0gr9Q/s200/gelato.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208578190357515762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;My love for Gelato grows for everyday I am not eating it, but soon I will travel back to Italia to indulge in what may very well be a gift from the heavens. See I don't think people here in the States understand just how incredible this Italian ice cream is. Sure you can sit there and say," yeah so, its just ice cream even we have gelato here." Its not the same, even figs are better in Italia, but lets not go there yet. &lt;br /&gt;I remember my first trip to Italia, in Roma with my fiance's Zio Salvatore who brought us around to all the great sights and all the wonderful hidden treasures from the ruins to fontana di Trevi. I have great passion for the history of Roma, but I also have a weakness, a weakness for ice cream and since then an incredible passion for Gelato. If I were to ever leave the U.S.A. and live in Italia, I would really like to have a job that had something to do with Gelato.&lt;br /&gt;        Gelato is Italian ice cream made from milk and sugar, combined with other flavorings. The gelato ingredients (after an optional pasteurization) are frozen while stirring to break up ice crystals as they form. Like high-end ice cream, gelato generally has less than 35% air, resulting in a dense and extremely flavourful product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     If you were to go to Italy I highly recommend Stracciatella e Pistachio e Tiramisù flavors.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;buon appetito&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485444863767351764-7253628396165815151?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/7253628396165815151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=7253628396165815151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/7253628396165815151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/7253628396165815151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2008/06/gelato.html' title='GELATO!!!!!!'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SEiWRJUbTfI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Wo25Hn0gr9Q/s72-c/gelato.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-433349920858269471</id><published>2008-06-05T20:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T20:33:54.471-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Video of Jobba the Huts cousin</title><content type='html'>I may have found the gross lady I encountered today at Dunkin Donuts and this is just a little video of her after she devoured what she had ordered at D'n'D!!! (see America Runs on Crunkin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gx11KvCLvrY&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gx11KvCLvrY&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&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/485444863767351764-433349920858269471?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/433349920858269471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=433349920858269471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/433349920858269471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/433349920858269471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2008/06/video-of-jobba-huts-cousin.html' title='Video of Jobba the Huts cousin'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-4223656294244765544</id><published>2008-06-05T19:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T20:12:22.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'>America Runs on Crunkin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SEh-V5UbTeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7dA3a2CCdyk/s1600-h/d+n+d.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208551883682827746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SEh-V5UbTeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7dA3a2CCdyk/s200/d+n+d.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="'http://youtube.com/v/-PpwfZUHGNA'/" width="'425'" height="'350'" type="'application/x-shockwave-flash'"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;okay Ill admit I indulge at D'nD almost every morning and I still drink the same French Vanilla Lite and Sweet as I did back in Highschool. I am also good for a couple of glazed donuts too. But this morning had me scratchin my head. This fat pig, maybe a close relative of Jobba da Hut, had no shame in ordering, are you ready?:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;a dozen donuts(most of which had some sort filling)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;bacon egg and cheese on everything bagel&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;sausage egg and cheese on everything bagel&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;2 hashbrowns&lt;/p&gt;1 Large Coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh and two of those new nasty lookin pizzas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;She left that Dunkin Donuts looking like she just got back from a Christmas shopping spree with one of them big ass Macy's bags except only the bag she was holding had the "America Runs on Dunkin" logo on it. You ever notice the guy on the "Running" symbol looks pretty damn fit, so fit- he is actually a stick-man. They should maybe think about putting this fat slob in that symbol position. And not to mention the fact that she had every employee working on her repulsive breakfast order that other customers, namely me, only wanted my simple medium coffee and dounuts. Why did this franchise need to complicate a simple thingand go and add stupid shit like pizza? - Unacceptable-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;db&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/485444863767351764-4223656294244765544?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/4223656294244765544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=4223656294244765544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/4223656294244765544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/4223656294244765544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2008/06/fat-lady-on-treadmill-omfg-teh-horror.html' title='America Runs on Crunkin'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SEh-V5UbTeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7dA3a2CCdyk/s72-c/d+n+d.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-485444863767351764.post-2971514447372881285</id><published>2008-06-03T07:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T21:08:39.664-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trail Running??</title><content type='html'>Does anyone have the definition of trail running? Is it just running in the woods on a trail. Well Im in. Surfed the net the other day to see what other people do as far as trail running. Lets step back. See a few years ago I'd go hiking, sometimes alone, but mainly with my dog and find myself just full out sprinting on a narrow ass trail- jumping over rocks and logs, getting smacked in the eye with branches, slipping in mud- you know- all that fun shit&gt; never really thought it was a sport&gt; well come to find out it is. There are actually marathons and Im on the hunt to become part of them. to be continued............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay Im back. Just found a video of trail running(see below) the vid is a couple minutes long, no need to watch completely just a few seconds will do. These people are pansies and I would whip there ass, I think. I really don't know how long this race is, but if it's ass long as the video Id totally win. I go balls out! Just like as if I were a kid again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dK1i8i5p0Vo&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dK1i8i5p0Vo&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&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/485444863767351764-2971514447372881285?l=invaliddb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/feeds/2971514447372881285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=485444863767351764&amp;postID=2971514447372881285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/2971514447372881285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/485444863767351764/posts/default/2971514447372881285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invaliddb.blogspot.com/2008/06/trail-running.html' title='Trail Running??'/><author><name>DB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14445212647284554780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpCTwzCsOr4/SNT46_z2OyI/AAAAAAAAABk/wmVn38kuGus/S220/Db.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
