<?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-6906223</id><updated>2011-10-06T14:53:51.560-05:00</updated><category term='cooking'/><category term='red chile'/><category term='The Rose'/><category term='Fringe'/><category term='GLEE'/><category term='fruit'/><category term='neighbor note frustration letter'/><category term='funny'/><category term='China'/><category term='squiggle'/><category term='doctor who'/><category term='adventures'/><category term='comedy'/><category term='books'/><category term='commercial'/><category term='Heroes'/><category term='interview with the vampire'/><category term='first grade'/><category term='Harry Potter'/><category term='TWA'/><category term='youtube'/><category term='updates'/><category term='nerd'/><category term='inspiration'/><category term='Goon Tower'/><category term='year in review'/><category term='ave maria'/><category term='wall'/><category term='margot at the wedding'/><category term='synchronized swimming'/><category term='30 Rock'/><category term='favorite'/><category term='dreammoods'/><category term='spam'/><category term='Albuquerque'/><category term='video'/><category term='Tibet'/><category term='Fox shows'/><category term='New Mexico'/><category term='italian greyhound'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='green chile'/><category term='Law'/><category term='a capella'/><category term='CBS'/><category term='Hannys Voorwerp'/><category term='ABC'/><category term='months'/><category term='blogs'/><category term='science'/><category term='contest'/><category term='radio'/><category term='Bette Midler'/><category term='drawing'/><category term='addictions'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='photography'/><category term='little britain'/><category term='NBC'/><category term='vampires'/><category term='reunion'/><category term='sketch'/><category term='goals'/><category term='FOX'/><category term='bbc'/><category term='imagination'/><category term='ideas'/><category term='life'/><category term='mexican food'/><category term='radio shows'/><category term='Knowledge'/><category term='LOST'/><category term='jobs'/><category term='wisdom'/><category term='websites'/><category term='hulu'/><category term='twitter'/><category term='odd'/><category term='portland'/><category term='Frontier restaurant'/><category term='religion'/><category term='Oscar'/><category term='tao te ching'/><category term='career'/><category term='Television'/><category term='Order'/><category term='writing'/><category term='david tennant'/><category term='drugs'/><category term='money'/><category term='discovery'/><title type='text'>Eyes into My Screwed Up Wacky Soul</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>98</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-975748948572449783</id><published>2011-01-21T14:13:00.017-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T15:42:25.023-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><title type='text'>Adventures in Spam</title><content type='html'>I'm not a very popular online personality. I mean, only 9 people follow me here, only about 120 on twitter, and I'm pretty sure most of the the 600 friends on facebook are really more acquaintances than anything.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I was pretty sure the sudden 144 followers on twitter had to be spam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TTnvsBb09JI/AAAAAAAAApk/3l4NMZEV9pE/s1600/screen-capture-10.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 109px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TTnvsBb09JI/AAAAAAAAApk/3l4NMZEV9pE/s320/screen-capture-10.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564742354171393170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided to check each one out, because you never know if you might have just had a super awesome rise in popularity or if it really was just spam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also decided to do my civic duty and report each one for spam. This task involved me opening each one and individually clicking "report as spam" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TTnwleI_n1I/AAAAAAAAAps/nOnaJKYMFyw/s1600/screen-capture-25.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 164px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TTnwleI_n1I/AAAAAAAAAps/nOnaJKYMFyw/s320/screen-capture-25.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564743341129572178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This idea turned out to be an awesome adventure in spam.&lt;br /&gt;I blocked a few of the spammers at first, because they didn't have those typical "click here" tweets. They seemed different and if they weren't spam, I just didn't want them to follow me.&lt;br /&gt;But then, I realized...all of these people had the same tweets! &lt;div&gt;So I decided to document this hour long task, so you could laugh as much as me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These are the typical tweets the 144 people had...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TTn0Qww5H9I/AAAAAAAAAp0/hqKbZy2YOxY/s320/blog3.png" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 159px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564747383398014930" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TTn0RfFy6DI/AAAAAAAAAp8/2X-chrrizas/s320/blog4.png" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 167px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564747395833718834" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After awhile of looking at game gear, xbox2 and developing crap...I noticed this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hmm...Sherry476 stole something from her school library...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TTn0RwsSPCI/AAAAAAAAAqE/RooeIl0BIXU/s320/blog%2B5.png" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 98px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564747400558558242" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Omg Brooke940 did too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TTn0S65jAlI/AAAAAAAAAqU/sVImt-r6RVc/s1600/blog7.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TTn0S65jAlI/AAAAAAAAAqU/sVImt-r6RVc/s1600/blog7.png"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 51px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TTn0S65jAlI/AAAAAAAAAqU/sVImt-r6RVc/s320/blog7.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564747420478407250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And Tisa515! You devil you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TTn0ShB3l0I/AAAAAAAAAqM/2hck3syZxpg/s320/blog6.png" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 51px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564747413533988674" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LESA858! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TTn2uA_7eVI/AAAAAAAAAqc/K03rdDxyrPc/s320/blog8.png" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 46px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564750084995512658" /&gt;At this point, I was sure that what I was doing was helping. I mean, if anything I was helping twitter identify people who have stolen books from their local library.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then things got weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who is Raguel046 talking to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TTn2vUkad0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/1LgnkF4UKKw/s320/blog11.png" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 102px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564750107428681538" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It looks like Lilly762 is super excited about not being spammed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but... wait, whats this about cookies?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TTn2uldERaI/AAAAAAAAAqs/b1UadfYocfs/s320/blog10.png" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564750094781400482" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sharan512 sets things straight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TTn2ucWtkMI/AAAAAAAAAqk/BGYIrHwecvI/s320/blog9.png" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 63px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564750092338827458" /&gt;This one is my favorite. I'm through about 120 of them by now and each one has the same type of tweets. Except Han939. Han939 is mother effing CRAZY. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TTn2vse8V-I/AAAAAAAAAq8/ghskQtUje0Q/s1600/blog12.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TTn2vse8V-I/AAAAAAAAAq8/ghskQtUje0Q/s1600/blog12.png"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 202px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TTn2vse8V-I/AAAAAAAAAq8/ghskQtUje0Q/s320/blog12.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564750113848186850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After about 120 of them, it seems the spammer got tired of making up names. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TTn478LN-8I/AAAAAAAAArk/zfJPtOQ0usE/s1600/blog17.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 76px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TTn478LN-8I/AAAAAAAAArk/zfJPtOQ0usE/s320/blog17.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564752523242109890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And after about 120 of them, it seems them spammer got tired of searching for unique photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TTn4666S9LI/AAAAAAAAArM/wJL4J9LW-ho/s320/blog14.png" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 96px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564752505722827954" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TTn46o0sLJI/AAAAAAAAArE/_V64J5dbR1I/s320/blog13.png" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 279px; height: 100px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564752500867476626" /&gt;And then, after 144 of them, I realized that somehow this spammer is taking all of these tweets from articles, blogs, other tweets, etc.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TTn47uvXniI/AAAAAAAAArc/z54YeyyaiZU/s1600/blog16.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TTn47uvXniI/AAAAAAAAArc/z54YeyyaiZU/s1600/blog16.png"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 154px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TTn47uvXniI/AAAAAAAAArc/z54YeyyaiZU/s320/blog16.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564752519635639842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TTn47J0XCKI/AAAAAAAAArU/CVYYqFapBEk/s320/blog15.png" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 146px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564752509724461218" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It took about an hour to get this done, but I think I filled up my internet kharma by reporting all of this spam. My followers went right back down to 120ish and I am back to being an unpopular internet persona. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I do want to say that I really liked that one fictional moment when I had 264 followers. It was nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And, hey, we all know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TTn6oYCvkQI/AAAAAAAAArs/v3d1QMKcodw/s1600/blog20.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 56px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TTn6oYCvkQI/AAAAAAAAArs/v3d1QMKcodw/s320/blog20.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564754386148626690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-975748948572449783?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/975748948572449783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=975748948572449783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/975748948572449783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/975748948572449783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2011/01/adventures-in-spam.html' title='Adventures in Spam'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TTnvsBb09JI/AAAAAAAAApk/3l4NMZEV9pE/s72-c/screen-capture-10.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-3581807191186678421</id><published>2011-01-14T11:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T11:39:22.822-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oscar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Rose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bette Midler'/><title type='text'>Retroactive Oscar?</title><content type='html'>Its not that I'm mad that Sally Field won the 1979 Oscar for Norma Rae. But is there any way we can give a retroactive Best Actress Oscar to Bette Midler in The Rose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was her film debut, in 1979, in a movie based on Janis Joplin (it says "modeled after" on Wikipedia, but you pretty much know its about Janis). Bette Midler is "devastatingly brilliant", a quote I will take from my friend, in this role and all you want is a happy ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, like Janis Joplin, you don't get one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went and searched the YouTubes for any sort of clip of that movie and all I really got was a bunch of songs by Bette Midler. In the end though, I think you should definitely just watch the whole movie because it is just so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would I want to watch such a sad movie, you ask?&lt;br /&gt;Because maybe all those comedy/action/fantasy movies aren't enough anymore. Thats why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qc7liMsknHU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qc7liMsknHU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&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/6906223-3581807191186678421?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/3581807191186678421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=3581807191186678421' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/3581807191186678421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/3581807191186678421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2011/01/retroactive-oscar.html' title='Retroactive Oscar?'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-7939233050666411700</id><published>2011-01-07T15:11:00.015-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T16:28:19.459-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='red chile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Mexico'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>How to make New Mexican red chile sauce</title><content type='html'>Hello friends!&lt;br /&gt;This past holiday season I found myself taking another step into "growing up" by trying to make all the nice New Mexican dishes that my mom usually makes.&lt;br /&gt;These dishes mostly involve New Mexican Red Chile Sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people who read this blog know exactly what I am talking about, but for those select few that don't, Red Chile Sauce (and Green Chile) are staples of Mexican food. New Mexican food just has a bit of a twist. We smother all our food in chile. Our chile is made from New Mexican chile pods grown right in New Mexico. Most people like green or red, some like both, but I love red chile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've only made chile once before and this time I took pictures of what I did, mainly because I got a new camera for christmas, but also because I'd like to remember what I did. Be aware that I don't have measurements like"teaspoons" or anything so you might have to make that stuff up as you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ingredients!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Mexican dried Red Chile Pods&lt;br /&gt;Minced Garlic&lt;br /&gt;Flour&lt;br /&gt;Canola Oil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Things!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pot&lt;br /&gt;Blender&lt;br /&gt;a type of sieve&lt;br /&gt;pan&lt;br /&gt;spoon type things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Caution: When making your chile, make sure you do not touch your eyes. Oh the humanity if you do.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Take 20 dry chile pods and snap of the stems. &lt;div&gt;   Shake out the seeds in the trash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TSePPu7H_tI/AAAAAAAAAn4/NjfyoEmxqM8/s1600/DSC00037%2B2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TSePPu7H_tI/AAAAAAAAAn4/NjfyoEmxqM8/s320/DSC00037%2B2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559569765468995282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Put pods in a pot and fill with hot tap water.&lt;br /&gt;  Soak for 2 hours&lt;br /&gt;  Stir occasionally, be aware the steam will now be hot spicy chile steam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The steam made me sneeze&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TSeO6vxdJ_I/AAAAAAAAAnw/wZIkegvCMG4/s1600/DSC00034%2B2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TSeO6vxdJ_I/AAAAAAAAAnw/wZIkegvCMG4/s320/DSC00034%2B2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559569404919621618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Put soaked pods in a blender with some of the water that is now "chile water" and 4 spoonfuls of minced garlic&lt;div&gt;    Blend&lt;br /&gt;  Hold the top on the blender so it doesn't shoot up into your face and burn your skin off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mouth is already watering&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TSePbDIKQxI/AAAAAAAAAoA/d7JNlI165zY/s1600/DSC00035%2B2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TSePbDIKQxI/AAAAAAAAAoA/d7JNlI165zY/s320/DSC00035%2B2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559569959870939922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Once blended, pour the chile into a sieve and mush it down into a pot. This will get all the bits o' skin and rest of the seeds out and you will have a delicious sauce left!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sieve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TSePwNI_6GI/AAAAAAAAAoI/qRhL1sKNSfY/s320/DSC00036%2B2.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559570323336063074" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Things you don't want in your chile...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TSePwLhl7VI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/HrBQ992XU9o/s1600/DSC00038%2B2.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TSePwLhl7VI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/HrBQ992XU9o/s1600/DSC00038%2B2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TSePwLhl7VI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/HrBQ992XU9o/s320/DSC00038%2B2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559570322902347090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;5. You are not done yet. Step 4 is a very long step....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not sure how to make this go faster...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TSeP3ClFDMI/AAAAAAAAAoY/MvmbXUx14Kg/s1600/DSC00039%2B2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TSeP3ClFDMI/AAAAAAAAAoY/MvmbXUx14Kg/s320/DSC00039%2B2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559570440760134850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Once you got this... You are done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TSeQBtVbFXI/AAAAAAAAAog/TZEX75RRt0o/s320/DSC00040%2B2.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559570624035886450" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;6. Take the pan and put a bit of oil in it and heat it up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    Pour about 4 spoonfuls of flour in and heat it until its brown. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    Pour in chile and stir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Congratulations you have made New Mexican Red Chile Sauce!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now, to make a bean burrito....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TSeQB6_eutI/AAAAAAAAAoo/IM3Xu3tIOII/s320/DSC00043%2B2.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559570627701947090" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-7939233050666411700?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/7939233050666411700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=7939233050666411700' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/7939233050666411700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/7939233050666411700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2011/01/how-to-make-new-mexican-red-chile-sauce.html' title='How to make New Mexican red chile sauce'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TSePPu7H_tI/AAAAAAAAAn4/NjfyoEmxqM8/s72-c/DSC00037%2B2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-4166172932444617805</id><published>2010-11-13T19:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T19:57:57.791-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got a lot of things to say...</title><content type='html'>This says it all for me...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y8aGlOj2VFo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&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/Y8aGlOj2VFo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-4166172932444617805?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/4166172932444617805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=4166172932444617805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/4166172932444617805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/4166172932444617805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2010/11/ive-got-lot-of-things-to-say.html' title='I&apos;ve got a lot of things to say...'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-508170173320267196</id><published>2010-07-03T10:21:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T10:46:00.461-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AMERICA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy MotherFucking Independence Day!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you realize people actually DID fight for your freedom? Way back when it counted, way back when we really WERE being oppressed by another country. These people were fighting a battle that looked unwinnable!  And they WON! They FUCKING WON! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They threw tea in the river! Precious english tea! And they said "We don't need your god damned tea! We drink COFFEE now!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the guys in charge sat down with each other, drinking wine probably, and discussed HOW TO CREATE A COUNTRY! Then they CREATED A COUNTRY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/1/15/Declaration_independence.jpg/800px-Declaration_independence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 525px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/1/15/Declaration_independence.jpg/800px-Declaration_independence.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you done that!? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These guys wanted to have a country where a person is free! Free from all the shit that was taking place in England. AND THEY SUCCEEDED!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They fucking signed that Declaration of Independence on July 4th! They signed the SHIT out of it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These people really DID fight for freedom. They fucking wanted it. And they fucking got it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they did it for YOU. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, bitch, go out and celebrate the shit out of this day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;America!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/a/a4/Flag_of_the_United_States.svg/800px-Flag_of_the_United_States.svg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 421px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/a/a4/Flag_of_the_United_States.svg/800px-Flag_of_the_United_States.svg.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-508170173320267196?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/508170173320267196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=508170173320267196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/508170173320267196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/508170173320267196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-motherfucking-independence-day-do.html' title='AMERICA!'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-2295978214813941937</id><published>2010-05-22T13:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T14:07:24.824-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GLEE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fox shows'/><title type='text'>Glee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images2.fanpop.com/image/category/www/19137_100_100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://images2.fanpop.com/image/category/www/19137_100_100.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love this show!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love its happiness, its music, its talented performers, its fun times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do not love the auto-tune.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do not love how I can hear when people are being auto-tuned. Yes, some of those actors aren't as good of singers as the Broadway stars that you hired, but please don't auto tune them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd personally find it insulting if I were on a show like that and being one of three that were consistently auto-tuned. Really? You think I sing that terribly? wow. Thanks. Thats real great for my ego. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(which being an actor, I know our egos are pretty fragile...and I'm assuming any L.A. actors is doubly so)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But thats just me, maybe most of the audience watching the show actually doesn't hear it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just bought the Glee Cast Showstoppers. It is awesome. And I love it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-2295978214813941937?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/2295978214813941937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=2295978214813941937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/2295978214813941937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/2295978214813941937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2010/05/glee.html' title='Glee'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-1658297909344384598</id><published>2010-05-04T19:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T19:11:04.895-05:00</updated><title type='text'>List #457</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/S-C3MIL3wdI/AAAAAAAAAmg/7yifUBW84Ys/s1600/IMG_0336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/S-C3MIL3wdI/AAAAAAAAAmg/7yifUBW84Ys/s320/IMG_0336.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467571366611370450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;That isn't fire behind me, its a tornado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Other people are much better at writing blogs than I am. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just don't write things down and even when I do the blog is so scatterbrained that I don't have a clue why I started it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so here is my go to....the LIST.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I really like my iphone, but I put it on silent so much I don't ever hear when people call.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I'm growing plants right now. And they are actually growing. I think I should buy ones that are already grown though. So that I don't have to wait to get some greenery in here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. this apartment rocks more than any rock band could rock. Except Kiss. I'm pretty sure Kiss rocks super hard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Hey, its not that hard to keep your apartment clean! DID YOU KNOW THAT!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I slept for 9 hours last night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. I watched 5 movies yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. I feel sometimes I don't have enough time to watch all the tv I want to watch. And thats frustrating. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. I should use all my Groupons so that I don't waste all that money I spent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. I like the new Doctor. He's cool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. I'm looking to get a bike. I think a bike would be a great addition to my grown up life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. I'm looking to get a boyfriend. I think a boyfriend would be a great addition to my grown up life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well...that's it for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-1658297909344384598?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/1658297909344384598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=1658297909344384598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/1658297909344384598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/1658297909344384598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2010/05/list-457.html' title='List #457'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/S-C3MIL3wdI/AAAAAAAAAmg/7yifUBW84Ys/s72-c/IMG_0336.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-8386864554995311227</id><published>2010-04-20T18:01:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T18:08:03.685-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey guys, hows your year going? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mines good. I moved. I should probably tell people my new address so that they can send me xmas cards. Ps. I LOVE xmas cards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is just a little note to say .....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;VOLCANOES + LIGHTNING = AWESOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/S84zOUd-2HI/AAAAAAAAAlc/ZzRWMHf7qss/s1600/PHOTOS:+Chile+Volcano+Erupts+With+Ash,+Lava,+Lightning.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/S84zOUd-2HI/AAAAAAAAAlc/ZzRWMHf7qss/s320/PHOTOS:+Chile+Volcano+Erupts+With+Ash,+Lava,+Lightning.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462359719152638066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;hile's Chaitin Volcano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/S84yqXMJz_I/AAAAAAAAAlU/EGCVoQRoy1o/s1600/ejafjalla16apr2010-mfulle4136j-thumb-640xauto-124085.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/S84yqXMJz_I/AAAAAAAAAlU/EGCVoQRoy1o/s320/ejafjalla16apr2010-mfulle4136j-thumb-640xauto-124085.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462359101407875058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Iceland's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Eyjafjallajokull Volcano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-8386864554995311227?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/8386864554995311227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=8386864554995311227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/8386864554995311227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/8386864554995311227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2010/04/hey-guys-hows-your-year-going-mines.html' title=''/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/S84zOUd-2HI/AAAAAAAAAlc/ZzRWMHf7qss/s72-c/PHOTOS:+Chile+Volcano+Erupts+With+Ash,+Lava,+Lightning.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-1078520403362527695</id><published>2010-02-15T12:09:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T12:53:14.841-06:00</updated><title type='text'>On People...</title><content type='html'>You ever watched a video that was made from some other state by some people you don't know and you thoroughly enjoyed it? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always think to myself, "wow, I never knew these people existed before now. I never thought that all these people had lives and thoughts and dreams until I saw this video"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe we forget that we are of one species. All together on one planet trying to make a life for ourselves. That every single person on this planet has to eat. Every single person has had a taste of water and that every single person sleeps at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hair grows in the same place. Some have more, some have less, but it is all still there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our eyes and ears and noses are all in the same general areas and they all have the same functions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6 billion people and we have the same type of tongue. The same elbows. The same knees. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our brains mostly operate in the same way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have the same instincts: Fight or Flight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have the same emotions: Fear, Anger, Happiness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We experience curiosity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all didn't know what the world was when we were born. We all learned a language as we grew up. And we all have someone we are close to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sometimes think we focus on our differences so much, we forget we are just a species living on this earth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are 6 billion human beings. And I'm just one of them. Living, eating, laughing, sleeping, and dreaming. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-1078520403362527695?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/1078520403362527695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=1078520403362527695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/1078520403362527695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/1078520403362527695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2010/02/on-people.html' title='On People...'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-5151240613692276950</id><published>2010-01-06T23:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T23:57:57.091-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Desk Chair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm really going to try this time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I want to write down (in this blog) what'&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;s going on day to day. Like a journal. Like this blog is supposed to be used. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And I feel that now is a good time to keep track of the little things that have happened in my life so I can remember them when I'm old. And since I know you all will find it sooooo interesting to hear the mundane of my life...here we go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been wanting a desk chair for my desk for about 2 years now. I have been using a nice looking, dark, wooden, folding chair. It hurt my butt. And for a couple of months last year I even used an old exercise ball......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This exercise ball was perfect. It was just the right height, kept my posture up, and let me bounce on it. I didn't have a job when I had the ball so I sat on it everyday. This ball was my friend. Then one day my good friend Kelly and I were on the phone. She was telling me the terrible and sad story of her cat passing away that previous night and I was being a good friend by listening and sitting on my ball. Then.....WHAM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But in slow motion....POP&gt;&gt;SWOOSH&gt;&gt;&gt;WHAM! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My ball popped. I fell on ground. My face was laughing, but I was silent. My door was locked and my roommate yelled through "Are you okay?" All the while Kelly is telling me her story. I waited until she finished, said "i'm sorry, this is so not the time but...." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dan and Kelly have always been good to me. They give me stuff. They had an old theatre chair they were just going to throw out and I asked if I could take it apart and use the pad to put on my folding chair. So I did, and for months I sat on an old, dark wood, theatre chair padded, folding chair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My back hurt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My butt hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I asked my parents for a desk chair for Christmas this year. It was in the BAG this time! My parents wouldn't let me down! All I wanted for xmas was a desk chair!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't get one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wait then, to see when I could afford one. Very sad indeed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past day two miracles happened. First, Dan and Kelly come through and say they have an old desk chair I might want so come and pick it up. THEN, I get in the mail a gift card from my brother for just the right amount to buy a desk chair!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SQUEE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I go online to see what prices are out there and find this perfect bright-red pretty desk chair from Office Depot. Hooray! But, its delivery only from the online store and they are out of stock. So I went to Office Depot. They didn't have anything I wanted, or at least would buy before I saw the chair D&amp;amp;K would give me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ended up taking D&amp;amp;K's chair. Its nice. It rolls, although my house is caving in and it rolls toward the center. And it's got padding on the butt AND the back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now...I have a gift card! Now I can get some new bras and maybe a nice lamp! Not the college lamp I've been toting around for 10 years!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I'm getting old. I just wrote about desk chairs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-5151240613692276950?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/5151240613692276950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=5151240613692276950' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/5151240613692276950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/5151240613692276950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2010/01/desk-chair.html' title='The Desk Chair'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-3465625651218721735</id><published>2009-12-21T17:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T18:00:33.493-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted in a LONG time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the deal....&lt;br /&gt;since September I've gone down from 2 jobs to 1 job.&lt;br /&gt;I was 2 different robots for Halloween - a classy Robot. And a Roboctopus&lt;br /&gt;I celebrated Thanksgiving at an entirely new house, but still made my apple pie&lt;br /&gt;I performed in Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer at the Annoyance theatre&lt;br /&gt;and I got my electricity cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its back on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its not even XMAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to post more. bitches. loves. Leslie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-3465625651218721735?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/3465625651218721735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=3465625651218721735' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/3465625651218721735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/3465625651218721735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2009/12/wow.html' title='WOW'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-1716929723713215719</id><published>2009-09-05T23:15:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T23:33:36.235-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Order'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Television'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ideas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Law'/><title type='text'>Law &amp; Order - Who dunnit...</title><content type='html'>You know when you get bored and you're watching tv, but its in the middle of Sunday so you're just flipping through the channels desperately hoping for something to watch? And you finally are about to give up and read a book or go outside when you happen upon a Law &amp;amp; Order episode?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are always on. Every channel too. It's like this magnificent show that just lets you hang onto the brim of almost being bored to death.&lt;br /&gt;But not quite dead yet, no, you are just enough interested in seeing who murdered that poor homeless girl that you'll tune in until the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Law &amp;amp; Order has saved my life a couple of times in that respect. Keeping me alive through that hour to finally find a crappy movie is starting on FX or until someone calls me and we'll end up hanging out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This latest episode (that prompted this blog) was about "a famous girl, who is just famous cause she's rich, gets murdered by WHO?" It was intriguing, because I couldn't pinpoint the murderer in the first 20 minutes (which is what I do at least 70% of the time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all going well when tragedy happened. I had to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was 7:40. And they hadn't told me who killed her yet. There were at least 4 suspects: the gang member who runs the club she hangs out at, the 16 year old kid who is obsessed with her, the chef who proposed to her and his manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left. And because I left I don't know who killed her. WHO KILLED HER JEFF GOLDBLUM? (it was one of the newer ones, cause Vincent Dinofrio left...oh you know what I'm talking about...right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why I think there should be a blog out there, where people who love the cheesyness of Law &amp;amp; Order can post the endings to L&amp;amp;O. So I can look them up later and see who dunnit. And I'll be satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't have to go watch the epp again. I've seen it. At least the majority of it that I can picture what happens in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't that be great? So when you are bored, and you find a L&amp;amp;O episode on, you don't have to worry about watching the whole thing. You just go to that blog and read about it the next day, when you are nearly dying of boredom at work. Isn't that a great idea? It'd be a life saver!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good ol' Law &amp;amp; Order, always saving peoples lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-1716929723713215719?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/1716929723713215719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=1716929723713215719' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/1716929723713215719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/1716929723713215719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2009/09/law-order-who-dunnit.html' title='Law &amp; Order - Who dunnit...'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-1559135489770806975</id><published>2009-08-18T10:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T11:04:12.782-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contest'/><title type='text'>Photo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I won a photography contest!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to just lead in with a nice story and whatnot but I can't hold it in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WON! This is exciting. These pictures I took were from my old phone. The one that doesn't have internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, let me show you my pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SorPsHkvu0I/AAAAAAAAAkw/Jbb6dnVoOAw/s1600-h/af8d3a34f9e5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SorPsHkvu0I/AAAAAAAAAkw/Jbb6dnVoOAw/s320/af8d3a34f9e5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371333862447102786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SorP4Q9s00I/AAAAAAAAAk4/yLMgFuWRPlk/s1600-h/cityatnight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SorP4Q9s00I/AAAAAAAAAk4/yLMgFuWRPlk/s320/cityatnight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371334071126119234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of these were taken a couple of years ago when I first started working at my riverboat job.&lt;br /&gt;(I call it the riverboat job now cause I also work at another boat job which is not a riverboat. It is a submarine...)&lt;br /&gt;In the weekly "Mercury Messenger" newsletter at my job, there was a "photo contest". Send in your photos and we'll vote and see who wins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was like, hey, these people at least need these pictures, I think they are quite good. Who cares if I win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I get now that I DID win?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An overnight stay in a downtown hotel! STAYCATION bitches! I'm excited. I want to watch cable and go hang out in a hot tub or go swimming. I'm super excited. Hooray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I feel as if maybe another person who doesn't get to live in the city should have won....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hey, my pictures kick ASS! Right? RIGHT?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-1559135489770806975?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/1559135489770806975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=1559135489770806975' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/1559135489770806975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/1559135489770806975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2009/08/photo.html' title='Photo!'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SorPsHkvu0I/AAAAAAAAAkw/Jbb6dnVoOAw/s72-c/af8d3a34f9e5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-1605008222336858288</id><published>2009-08-04T11:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T11:50:06.216-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>And you'd think i'd write more</title><content type='html'>You ever have that feeling that you are so freaking busy that if only you could have ONE day, just ONE DAY, then everything would be allright?&lt;br /&gt;Then you get that one day and you waste it just watching tv?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many plans for today, but I've already wasted most of the morning on the internet. Granted I was updating twitter.....which is highly important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also was enjoying this website - &lt;a href="http://www.yearbookyourself.com"&gt;Yearbook Yourself&lt;/a&gt; - which looks like its made by Woodfield Mall.&lt;br /&gt;Incidentally I've never been to Woodfield Mall and I do really have the itch to shop today. Get some fun threadless t-shirts and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I need to save money instead of spend it. I think thats partially why I haven't gone out of my house yet today. I don't spend money when I'm at home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey did you know I have 2 more payments left on my car? 2! IN fact, if I go to my bank of america website right now and log in.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE MORE PAYMENT ON MY CAR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooray.&lt;br /&gt;Also because of Mint.com I keep better track of where my money is going.... And most of it is going to house and car. Which is good. Cause at least most of it isn't going to Threadless Tshirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what else I've done for myself? Written down on a sheet of papes my bills for the month and the paychecks as they come in... what a GOOD idea huh? HUH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;now that I've wasted more time just fucking around on here.... I guess its time ot straighten up my room. And find that bill from National Geographic....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness, I really wanna go to Strange Cargo and just buy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey did I tell you I'm reading "The Neverending Story"? Its SO good, this guy has one awesome imagination. Its so amazing. Read it, if you find it anywhere. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Leslie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-1605008222336858288?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/1605008222336858288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=1605008222336858288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/1605008222336858288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/1605008222336858288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-youd-think-id-write-more.html' title='And you&apos;d think i&apos;d write more'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-6436351936505302522</id><published>2009-07-05T11:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T12:03:33.880-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frontier restaurant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Albuquerque'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reunion'/><title type='text'>The Rest</title><content type='html'>The Rest....of my vacation was super fun too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hold on while I make coffee.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. 20 minutes later and I'm a bit more awake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday was super fun, we ate mexican food and then hung around my parents place that afternoon, just enjoying the sun and the outside. My good friends Valarie and Mandy came. It was awes'.&lt;br /&gt;THEN I had an awesome birthday improv show at the Box! What was so fun about it? Everything! I had so much fun. SO much fun. AND i got to see all my good friends and say hi to them and hug them. I felt so happy to have friends that come to a show and then you get to hug them hello. I love that.&lt;br /&gt;Then I went home I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The NEXT day was the 10 year high school reunion! It started out at a pool outside. Where all the kiddies could come with their parents. (So many people have kids its weird). Then we all just talked about good times, I saw people I actually hadn't seen in 10 years so that was fun. Everyone looks the same, just...older.&lt;br /&gt;The night event was good fun too. Mandy and I got ready together. Made sure we both looked smokin hot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SlDaUZH_h2I/AAAAAAAAAgg/YJ1Fy61ecrA/s1600-h/DSC02868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SlDaUZH_h2I/AAAAAAAAAgg/YJ1Fy61ecrA/s320/DSC02868.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355020000820168546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They had mexican food inside. (good) and I got to see some more people and catch up with people. Everyone just seemed so excited to be there. Some a bit shy, some not. There was dancing in the end, and I had 2 martinis but I wasn't drunk. (stupid bartender....heh heh). We went home after that and went to bed. Hey...I'm old. Leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was an awesome day. Fathers Day! My parents and I drove up to a place behind the mountains up by Santa Fe to eat breakfast. It was a delicious delicious breakfast. And a fun atmosphere where chickens, turkeys, roosters, and peacocks were running around outside! Then we went home and I used this time to relax some more. I must have needed it too. My dad and I watched "Yes, Man" and I really liked it....I'm biased of course cause I absolutely love Jim Carrey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was fun too! Mandy called in the morning to see if I could meet up for breakfast and i said YES!  Then my Dad, Mandy, and I went to see Year One (its a renter) and after that I got....&lt;br /&gt;an .... IPHONE! Yes! Woo Hoo! I have it! And being on a family plan I'm not paying as much as I would have. Whoopee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at the end of Monday we went over to the Frontier and met up with more people! Leonard, Devin, Doug, Kristin, Tara, and Kelsey were there. Mandy and Scott of course and me. I ate my favorite meal of a vegetarian salad and tortillas (and once again forgot to buy a dozen like I keep meaning to). After that I went over to see Taras new place (Sweet place I must tell you!) and went home to pack.&lt;br /&gt;I left early that next morning. Traveling on 2 flights to get back up here to Chicago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left Chicago when it was unseasonably cold and I came back to 95 degree humid weather. I was dying. And I tripped over a curb and totally wrecked my knee!&lt;br /&gt;It was all bruised, but now its better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really had a fun time back home, and I will tell you that it was probably what I needed after this past winter. The relaxing times have totally reset me for this summer and I'm a bit more prepared for the rest of the summer now!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey guess what!?!?! I'm coming back to ABQ for the Duke City Improv Fest with my team Robocopus!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So be prepared Burque, I'll be back. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-6436351936505302522?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/6436351936505302522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=6436351936505302522' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/6436351936505302522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/6436351936505302522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2009/07/rest.html' title='The Rest'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SlDaUZH_h2I/AAAAAAAAAgg/YJ1Fy61ecrA/s72-c/DSC02868.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-4034330577794194879</id><published>2009-06-23T16:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T16:58:09.205-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day One of Vacation</title><content type='html'>If these past few days are any indicator of how my year is going to go, then I am all for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home to New Mexico for vacation where I saw beautiful blue skies, experienced 90 degree DRY heat, and had quite a few awesome adventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets start on Thursday. Coming in I knew that my mom had awesomely given me her massage at 1pm. Which I was SO excited for. I have been so stressed out lately, you don't even know, heck I didn't even know. So. I come into town at 9:30 (yeah, so early!) and immediately went home to hang wit' my mom. We had tea and brownies. Then I laid on the hammock, took a shower, and painted my toenails. THEN I went to the massage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Massage Ever. I decided to meditate the full hour of the massage. Trying to let out this past year (lets face it, it sucked) and breathe in the new year with a positive outlook. Good lord that was a great massage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...I had won a $25 gift certificate from my river boat job (in time for my bday!) to Old Navy and I wanted to go there next. But before we did that, my mom got some sandwiches and we went to a park and ate them in the shade. It was SO relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a sweet hot pink skirt at old navy in addition to pants for $4, and 2 shirts! What a DEAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went home and I proceeded to smother my dog (my moms dog) Meeka with kisses for like 3 hours. We had macaroni &amp;amp; cheese and apple sauce for dinner (my favorite) and then we all hung out for a bit with Mandy at Gardunos drinking delicious drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tangent- did you know Gardunos is going under?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the end of DAY ONE. if you can believe it. And it wasn't even my birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-4034330577794194879?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/4034330577794194879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=4034330577794194879' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/4034330577794194879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/4034330577794194879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-one-of-vacation.html' title='Day One of Vacation'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-2713271319418459399</id><published>2009-05-07T22:00:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T22:19:34.519-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little britain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hulu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FOX'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>And she decided to write a bit</title><content type='html'>What the hell? When I wasn't busy I couldn't even write a blog on a regular basis. I really like READING blogs that are posted on a regular basis and want to become one one day. Alas, this doesn't seem like that will ever happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its back to the numbered lists of updates for me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have 2 jobs now. I am currently on the night of the 4th day of 6 days that I have to work (all summer long). Do I love it yet? I don't know. My two jobs are amazing. One being on the river all day in the sunshine while I get to eat cookies and be a really cool looking deckhand. I love the people I work with and I have a great time. My second is at a museum where I get to scare kids in a submarine. And I have a lot of fun with the people I work with!!! Who could ask for more? No ONE! I'm making money! I don't know if it'll be enough to live on yet, but I'll see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. TWO JOBS? I don't have time for living anymore! You know what? I found out why I'm having such a hard time. You see, I've been super tired lately. Like super really tired, like my brain hurts tired. Go to bed early tired. And I couldn't put a finger on it as to why. I don't work 9 hours a day every day...&lt;br /&gt;I found out today as I looked at the clock...and here is what I thought "oh its 8:45. Wow, I have time to hang out after rehearsal. Usually I don't, I have a schedule until 10. No wait, I've been unemployed for months! That last 10pm schedule was last year!! OH that must be why I'm so tired, I have no sense of time anymore." &lt;br /&gt;So thats why I'm tired. I suspect its also because I've been doing a show Fri. Sat. and Sunday nights for 6 weeks, learning 3 tours, and getting up real early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I finally emailed my friends about &lt;a href="http://www.undeadglobal.com"&gt;www.undeadglobal.com&lt;/a&gt; !! How cool is that? I learned a whole bunch of cool HTML as well. I do hope I keep that up now that I have a fraction of the time I had when I was unemployed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I love my friends. Hey friends! You know how we used to hang out? I miss that. Can we hang out soon? Well, I'd really like to, I have like some hours next Wednesday afternoon to hang. Can you hang out then? I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm going home for my 10 year high school reunion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  HOLY SHIT. My 10 YEAR high school reunion!?!?!?! Wow. Hey its around my birthday! So I'm going home to party it up. June 18th to June 23rd. Be aware bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I've had several dreams with Neil Gaiman in them. He is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I got an itch and it needs to be scratched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The more I watch Little Britain, the more I think the world needs a lady comedy duo to RIP it the EFF up!!!! I love them so much, love what they do, and I hope to be doing what they do one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I'd like to go lap swimming in the lake please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. My brain hurts and I'm tired. I'm going to work tomorrow to go scare little children in a submarine. Maybe you should come visit me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Last but not least, and most important of all. HULU is still making me nervous. Dollhouse may not be renewed for next season? And Fox is saying because people aren't watching it on the day. WELL fox, hey, don't give us the show online if you don't COUNT the viewership online. I have had a show for 6 weeks on Fridays and I can't watch Dollhouse! But, do you care that I DO watch it online the very next day? Son of a bitch Fox. You are so picky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next time (and there will be a next time) - less scattered blog from Leslie. About One subject.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-2713271319418459399?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/2713271319418459399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=2713271319418459399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/2713271319418459399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/2713271319418459399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-she-decided-to-write-bit.html' title='And she decided to write a bit'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-4444026157073624412</id><published>2009-04-06T13:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T13:55:21.868-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to My World</title><content type='html'>I had a dream the other day. One of those wonderful, vivid, all over the place, dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd share it with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World #1&lt;br /&gt;I'm in this open 4 story warehouse. Escaping from zombies with my friends and some people we happened to run into.  There wasn't any furniture on any of the floors and the walls were painted in horizontal stripes the colors were red, black, and yellow. We were making our way up to the top floor in an elevator. The doors elevator doors opened and there were other people there waiting for us. With guns. They were after us along with the zombies. They didn't shoot right away and I took that opportunity to pick up a trash can and hit the people with it. Hit the guns out of their hands. I was doing a wonderful job, if I might say so myself, and realized that no one else was helping me. So I got mad, hit a guy real hard with the trash can and ran away. If they weren't helping me, I wasn't going to help them. I ran out the door to my right and climbed up a metal sheet wall. Those were a muted blue and red color. I nimbly flipped up onto the roof and saw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World #2&lt;br /&gt;The sky was open and blue. I saw the Sandia mountains in the background and was on the left roof of the warehouse. There were houses right next door. More like...shacks. Metal roofed and horribly built, I stood up and looked around. I saw across the way a place where I could escape to. Between me and salvation was an enclosed "field". Instead of weeds, plants, or dirt there were patches of old tarps and hot air balloons. I leapt down and ran, like a wolf, towards the black shade that hid the door. I heard behind me the evil guys saying they couldn't get up onto the roof and I escaped..into...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World #3&lt;br /&gt;A hospital. A 1950s clean, window bright, blue nurses uniformed, hospital. I was there with a friend. I'll call her Buffy. We walked around the hallways and avoided nurses and tried to find a way out of there. To get away from the evil gun toting men. The walls were tile and the nurse I remember had long dark hair pulled back into a pony tail. They were taking care of patients, not even noticing we were there. And we found a way out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World #4&lt;br /&gt;Outside was present day. Clear skies and happy people. In fact there were a LOT of people walking around. We were in a strip mall, with a movie theatre on our left and a mall on our right. Balloons were flying around and people were with thier families. I said to my friend Buffy we should just go see a movie and have at least 2 hours without having to think about the zombies. I then looked at the mall, which had a wall made up of windows and glitter lights all around inside. I also mentioned to Buffy something like "wow, these people are taking the zombie outbreak pretty well, it looks like we'll be fine". So we got into a car and left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World #5&lt;br /&gt;We were driving down a street in a neighborhood that had massive houses and neatly cleaned yards. I was narrating as we drove down saying and immediatly seeing what I said... "I would love to just have a day where I can just lay out in the sun and party with my friends. Have my own place to live and take care of"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World #6&lt;br /&gt;As the sun set, we drove down a street with a dead end. One side had a green fence and just regular plains behind it. In the middle of the street was a very beautiful median and on the left side were newly built mansions. They all had scuptures in the front yards, one being a giant skull of a triceritops. I walked down looking at all the sculptures like it was a museum, and realized the houses were built upon old graveyards where historical things used to be. To build there they took those artifacts and put them up into thier yards. We reached the end of the street and I had a feeling that I had been there before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World #7&lt;br /&gt;The day had started to end and it was turning into night...I looked past the green fence and saw a giraffe running around. It was a zoo. In particular it was the Denver Zoo. I said to my friends that I had been here before, but these houses weren't built yet and it was much prettier. I looked down the street and saw the street lights on, lighting the way down the road...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats when I woke up...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-4444026157073624412?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/4444026157073624412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=4444026157073624412' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/4444026157073624412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/4444026157073624412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2009/04/welcome-to-my-world.html' title='Welcome to My World'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-2049656272031925914</id><published>2009-03-02T13:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T13:35:29.461-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fruit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='commercial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sketch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>Eat Froot</title><content type='html'>So, you probably have received an email from me. Or saw it on Facebook. Or my G-reader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I'm posting &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eat Froot&lt;/span&gt; video here as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey spread it around if you like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jQwmLPnVnRU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jQwmLPnVnRU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-2049656272031925914?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/2049656272031925914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=2049656272031925914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/2049656272031925914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/2049656272031925914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2009/03/eat-froot.html' title='Eat Froot'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-5638632787779355645</id><published>2009-02-14T11:55:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T12:00:22.682-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tao te ching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>Tao 64</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;What&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt; I've been doing is clicking randomly &lt;a href="http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/core9/phalsall/texts/taote-v3.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and using that as good inspiration for the day. I hope it inspires you too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;Squiggle Time will come sometime soon, I have to go to rehearsals. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;64&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is rooted is easy to nourish.&lt;br /&gt;What is recent is easy to correct.&lt;br /&gt;What is brittle is easy to break.&lt;br /&gt;What is small is easy to scatter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prevent trouble before it arises.&lt;br /&gt;Put things in order before they exist.&lt;br /&gt;The giant pine tree&lt;br /&gt;grows from a tiny sprout.&lt;br /&gt;The journey of a thousand miles&lt;br /&gt;starts from beneath your feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushing into action, you fail.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to grasp things, you lose them.&lt;br /&gt;Forcing a project to completion,&lt;br /&gt;you ruin what was almost ripe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore the Master takes action&lt;br /&gt;by letting things take their course.&lt;br /&gt;He remains as calm&lt;br /&gt;at the end as at the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;He has nothing,&lt;br /&gt;thus has nothing to lose.&lt;br /&gt;What he desires is non-desire;&lt;br /&gt;what he learns is to unlearn.&lt;br /&gt;He simply reminds people&lt;br /&gt;of who they have always been.&lt;br /&gt;He cares about nothing but the Tao.&lt;br /&gt;Thus he can care for all things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SZcGdSk-QnI/AAAAAAAAAfg/ojKIz5Vyf7I/s1600-h/DSC02445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SZcGdSk-QnI/AAAAAAAAAfg/ojKIz5Vyf7I/s320/DSC02445.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302714186524934770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-5638632787779355645?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/5638632787779355645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=5638632787779355645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/5638632787779355645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/5638632787779355645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2009/02/tao-64.html' title='Tao 64'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SZcGdSk-QnI/AAAAAAAAAfg/ojKIz5Vyf7I/s72-c/DSC02445.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-4461914812451454933</id><published>2009-02-07T13:28:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T13:31:43.688-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TWA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first grade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drawing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='squiggle'/><title type='text'>Squiggle Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SY3g9GktFzI/AAAAAAAAAfA/7jH3_z1P5Xw/s1600-h/Airplanetwa.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SY3g9GktFzI/AAAAAAAAAfA/7jH3_z1P5Xw/s320/Airplanetwa.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300139676826146610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;January 11, 1988 (9)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time I was in a&lt;br /&gt;plane I had fun. An other&lt;br /&gt;plane was abuv me it blu up,&lt;br /&gt;I was glad it wosen't&lt;br /&gt;my plane but maybe some&lt;br /&gt;of my frenids were in it&lt;br /&gt;I wloud be sad if some of&lt;br /&gt;my frends were in it, But&lt;br /&gt;all of my frends were&lt;br /&gt;in my plane because&lt;br /&gt;it was my birthday I was&lt;br /&gt;going to Hollywood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Teach: Were you taking your friends to your birthday party in Hollywood?&lt;/span&gt; Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-4461914812451454933?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/4461914812451454933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=4461914812451454933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/4461914812451454933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/4461914812451454933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2009/02/squiggle-time.html' title='Squiggle Time'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SY3g9GktFzI/AAAAAAAAAfA/7jH3_z1P5Xw/s72-c/Airplanetwa.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-4797863999462376063</id><published>2009-02-06T11:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T11:54:58.903-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ABC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Television'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CBS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NBC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heroes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOST'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fringe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FOX'/><title type='text'>An Open Letter to Television</title><content type='html'>An open letter to FOX, NBC Universal and HULU (and for that matter, ABC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am worried because I don't know if you are recording what I'm watching on HULU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me start at the beginning. I am addicted to television. I'm not ashamed and I'm not doing anything to stop it. I watch shows on FOX, NBC and ABC because I do not have cable. I watch everything from Bones to 30 Rock to Lost....to the Office, Fringe, Scrubs, ER, SNL, Heroes, Chuck...I think you get the idea. If I can't watch it I record it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to add another factor into this. I am an actor. I usually have rehearsals at night during all the prime-time hours. Thats no problem for me because, like I said, if I can't watch it I record it. Before HULU and all this extremely convenient "online tv" I just assumed that you probably knew that I was recording the show and therefore added me to your "viewer" list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets add something else - I don't know how your neilsen ratings work. I like to make up my own rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another addition. I know this whole "online tv" is new to you. HULU only getting online in the last year. ABC, you had eleven different full episode players...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why I'm worried. I was okay when I recorded tv on my DVR. But, I don't know if you are actually paying attention to what I'm watching on your online sites. And what if more and more people are not watching regular tv and just catching up on your websites? What if because of that you feel that no one is watching a show and therefore cancel it? What if I am the reason that Fringe is cancelled? I worry about this because I am addicted to television. And I need tv. Especially one hour dramas and 30 minute comedy shows. I need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to suggest to you to pay more attention to what people watch on your episode players. Please. Because as much as I'm kinda disappointed in Heroes, I still watch it every week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and...&lt;br /&gt;FOX? I heard what one of your CEO's said. People don't like Science Fiction? Are you serious? Don't generalize man. And don't cancel Dollhouse before people get a chance to fall in love with it. You are on thin ice FOX, what with playing the series finale of Arrested Development during the opening of the Olympics in 2004. That was ridiculous. Don't even get me started with Firefly.&lt;br /&gt;You've got a good thing with Fringe. Keep it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NBC? I just don't get how Jay Leno is getting another hour long talk show. It almost makes me wanna punch a really  nice car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABC? Thanks for picking up Scrubs. I enjoy that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CBS? I'm sorry but, my basic cable has replaced you with a 24 hour infomercial channel. I don't understand either. But...you're cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Leslie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-4797863999462376063?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/4797863999462376063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=4797863999462376063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/4797863999462376063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/4797863999462376063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2009/02/open-letter-to-television.html' title='An Open Letter to Television'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-4004966290594525278</id><published>2009-02-05T22:28:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T22:47:58.103-06:00</updated><title type='text'>An Eavesdrop</title><content type='html'>On Thursday, February 5th, 2009, I was playing an online game.&lt;br /&gt;This online game was fun.&lt;br /&gt;I was a dude in a bubble and had to pop my bubble on a needle.&lt;br /&gt;Easy.&lt;br /&gt;Good.&lt;br /&gt;Fun.&lt;br /&gt;On the side of the game I was playing was a chat room.&lt;br /&gt;Remember chat rooms?&lt;br /&gt;I eavesdropped and read what they were saying.&lt;br /&gt;Most was rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;Some of it was actually about Doctor Who. I'm not kidding.&lt;br /&gt;I took a picture of it.&lt;br /&gt;So I could show you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SYu9PcolsgI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/VJlZG-x4MWk/s1600-h/screen-capture-3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SYu9PcolsgI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/VJlZG-x4MWk/s320/screen-capture-3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299537459613643266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mostly because it was complete gibberish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But also because its hilarious that chat rooms still exist.&lt;br /&gt;VanillaBear talked a LOT&lt;br /&gt;Animeal is apparently from Argentina&lt;br /&gt;And they ALL know each other....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Vanillabear puts up a music video (some how they are all watching something at the same time)&lt;br /&gt;Animeal says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SYu9PVByD4I/AAAAAAAAAeY/ppWKSAvrEQI/s1600-h/screen-capture-4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 243px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SYu9PVByD4I/AAAAAAAAAeY/ppWKSAvrEQI/s320/screen-capture-4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299537457571827586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;VanillaBear is a flogger. end of story, they all move on.&lt;br /&gt;I'm on level 6&lt;br /&gt;It comes back later::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SYu_NKff-UI/AAAAAAAAAe4/sAFto6teQBw/s1600-h/screen-capture-8.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SYu_NKff-UI/AAAAAAAAAe4/sAFto6teQBw/s320/screen-capture-8.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299539619407198530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At this point I'm just reading their converstion.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm also on level 19 when this happens::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SYu9PolslnI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3ogXOG4How4/s1600-h/screen-capture-6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 259px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SYu9PolslnI/AAAAAAAAAeo/3ogXOG4How4/s320/screen-capture-6.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299537462822737522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MUFFIN.&lt;br /&gt;Muffin is a girl.&lt;br /&gt;She is online.&lt;br /&gt;They want to talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;All except Animeal who doesn't want her to add him&lt;br /&gt;And vanilla Bear is like ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SYu_NPjdfNI/AAAAAAAAAew/hr6xglRiLYA/s1600-h/screen-capture-7.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 245px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SYu_NPjdfNI/AAAAAAAAAew/hr6xglRiLYA/s320/screen-capture-7.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299539620765990098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah. Only special people get to talk to muffin.&lt;br /&gt;Muffin is someone people fight over.&lt;br /&gt;And Ethan is a liar&lt;br /&gt;and then...off topic again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SYu9Pk2GJ5I/AAAAAAAAAeg/SIrP7ze1pP4/s1600-h/screen-capture-5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 153px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SYu9Pk2GJ5I/AAAAAAAAAeg/SIrP7ze1pP4/s320/screen-capture-5.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299537461817780114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But wait! The "Vids from the party saturday!" ????&lt;br /&gt;These guys hang out!?&lt;br /&gt;AH, who are you people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then...&lt;br /&gt;Then...&lt;br /&gt;I had to go to rehearsal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-4004966290594525278?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/4004966290594525278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=4004966290594525278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/4004966290594525278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/4004966290594525278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2009/02/eavesdrop.html' title='An Eavesdrop'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SYu9PcolsgI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/VJlZG-x4MWk/s72-c/screen-capture-3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-921481831490939419</id><published>2009-02-01T23:24:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T23:33:40.461-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Super crazy dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;So I had this dream about me hanging out in a wood cabin. It was in a city, but basically abandoned. I was hanging out with my boat friends and we were all having a good time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I was talking to one of them and he was so high. He was looking with these surprised eyes out towards the south and I looked too. There was a huge freight airplane that had all the engines out and was crashing down towards us. It passed us and dropped something and then circled around and crashed into the cabin. It destroyed half of it and all I could think of was, boy I was there a second ago I could have died!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;This dream seems weird and innocent yeah? Well, here's what I got when I looked up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" href="http://dreammoods.com/"&gt;(on my favorite dream website)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt; the definitions of the two most prominent things in my dream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Airplane Crash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt; : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;To dream that a plane crashes, suggests that you have set overly high and unrealistic goals for yourself. Your goals may be too high and are impossible to realize. You are in danger of having it come crashing down. Alternatively, your lack of confidence, self-defeating attitude and self-doubt toward the goals you have set for yourself is represented by the crashing airplane; you do not believe in your ability to attain those goals. Loss of power and uncertainty in achieving your goals are also signified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wood Cabin &lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;To see or dream that you are in a wood cabin, indicates that you will succeed via your own means. It suggests that you are self-reliant and independent, yet still remain humble. You prefer the simpler things in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Well I'll be damned. What do you think? Let me say this, these two definitions? Very true in my life right now. Now, lets just put them in the perspective of the dream......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Thoughts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-921481831490939419?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/921481831490939419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=921481831490939419' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/921481831490939419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/921481831490939419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2009/02/super-crazy-dream.html' title='Super crazy dream'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-7698538281870625867</id><published>2009-02-01T23:09:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T23:12:38.548-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tao te ching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>Tao 45</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;45&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;True perfection seems imperfect,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;yet it is perfectly itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;True fullness seems empty,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;yet it is fully present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;True straightness seems crooked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;True wisdom seems foolish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;True art seems artless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The Master allows things to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;She shapes events as they come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;She steps out of the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;and lets the Tao speak for itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SYaARfXD35I/AAAAAAAAAeA/9Vz8SZ7iYPE/s1600-h/ba83714cf571.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SYaARfXD35I/AAAAAAAAAeA/9Vz8SZ7iYPE/s320/ba83714cf571.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298063049612320658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-7698538281870625867?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/7698538281870625867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=7698538281870625867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/7698538281870625867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/7698538281870625867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2009/02/tao-45.html' title='Tao 45'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SYaARfXD35I/AAAAAAAAAeA/9Vz8SZ7iYPE/s72-c/ba83714cf571.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-4117514939789468101</id><published>2009-01-31T15:40:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T15:59:13.980-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Squiggle Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;January 3, 1989&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SYTI9UPMC4I/AAAAAAAAAZA/J1Jux7vJixA/s1600-h/Dinosaur.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SYTI9UPMC4I/AAAAAAAAAZA/J1Jux7vJixA/s320/Dinosaur.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297580017424534402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In Dinosaur age ther was no peaple but I was ther.&lt;br /&gt;I hated sharp tooth he is mean and Jean&lt;br /&gt;I like him now he is nice.&lt;br /&gt;But one time he all most steped on me but I&lt;br /&gt;got away, he is mean agine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Teacher: Do you think it would be a good thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;for dinosaurs to be living on Earth now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I wantid to kill him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-4117514939789468101?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/4117514939789468101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=4117514939789468101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/4117514939789468101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/4117514939789468101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2009/01/squiggle-time.html' title='Squiggle Time'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SYTI9UPMC4I/AAAAAAAAAZA/J1Jux7vJixA/s72-c/Dinosaur.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-8392746694023641721</id><published>2009-01-29T22:41:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T22:46:08.773-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goon Tower'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='websites'/><title type='text'>Goon Tower</title><content type='html'>Yes folks, I shared this on my G-Reader (look over to the right...). But I'm also sharing it here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to &lt;a href="http://www.goontower.com/#"&gt;Goon Tower&lt;/a&gt; and scroll and scroll and scroll. And you can probably do more things, but I haven't gotten that far yet. Why? Because I took a picture of this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SYKFIi88uvI/AAAAAAAAAY4/FVSS-Hx5WY4/s1600-h/screen-capture-1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 281px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SYKFIi88uvI/AAAAAAAAAY4/FVSS-Hx5WY4/s320/screen-capture-1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296942493609016050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Doctor Who!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And promptly freaked out so much that I had to share it with you. Other things I found? (and i'm not even to the MIDDLE yet) Mario and Toad, that old skier windows game, and MC Hammer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what its about or what its for. Its too early to tell because I JUST got there man. I just got there. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-8392746694023641721?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/8392746694023641721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=8392746694023641721' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/8392746694023641721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/8392746694023641721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2009/01/goon-tower.html' title='Goon Tower'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SYKFIi88uvI/AAAAAAAAAY4/FVSS-Hx5WY4/s72-c/screen-capture-1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-4912191511816107255</id><published>2009-01-24T14:56:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T15:39:53.607-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Something New...Squiggle's blue</title><content type='html'>Ever had a squiggle book? I did. In first grade. We drew the squiggles and the teacher made us write a story about it. This was probably one of my favorite things in school. And I was going over them today and this is what I decided...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Saturday I am going to post a story I wrote when I was little. The squiggles will be redrawn by me on my computer (with the original squig being in blue) and I'll add my teachers comments. Why? Because I am really enjoying reading 'em and I'm sharing them with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;By Leslie Nesbit. Age 7&lt;br /&gt;November 1, 1988&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SXuI8UHg7_I/AAAAAAAAAYw/EVd1mF3CmKw/s1600-h/November+1+Camping.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SXuI8UHg7_I/AAAAAAAAAYw/EVd1mF3CmKw/s320/November+1+Camping.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294976356677906418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Once. upon a time I was going camping. I saw to peple were waching me. I was going to tell my mom, but they got my hand. They were tierd of running. They took a nap one was sleeping in the boat, the second one was sleeping under the tree. I was scard when I saw a shark by the boat. I ran as fast as I could. I got ther when the shart bet the boat. I saved her just in time when she woke up she found her self on the ground. They in vaided us for dinner we said o.k. I playd with ther kids and they plaed with me. I had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; From the Teach: "This Adventure turned out well"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-4912191511816107255?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/4912191511816107255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=4912191511816107255' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/4912191511816107255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/4912191511816107255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2009/01/something-newsquiggles-blue.html' title='Something New...Squiggle&apos;s blue'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SXuI8UHg7_I/AAAAAAAAAYw/EVd1mF3CmKw/s72-c/November+1+Camping.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-2091215444167495071</id><published>2009-01-23T23:22:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T23:23:24.720-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor who'/><title type='text'>This will cheer you up</title><content type='html'>That is, if you are a fan of Eminem, Benny Hill, and Doctor Who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or if you are just a cool cat in need of a hilarious video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.collegehumor.com/moogaloop/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1897772&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" quality="best" value="http://www.collegehumor.com/moogaloop/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1897772&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.collegehumor.com/moogaloop/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1897772&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" allowscriptaccess="always" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 5px 0pt; text-align: center; width: 480px;"&gt;See more &lt;a href="http://www.collegehumor.com/videos"&gt;funny videos&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.collegehumor.com/pictures"&gt;funny pictures&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.collegehumor.com/"&gt;CollegeHumor&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-2091215444167495071?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/2091215444167495071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=2091215444167495071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/2091215444167495071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/2091215444167495071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-will-cheer-you-up.html' title='This will cheer you up'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-2844442445555089192</id><published>2009-01-21T12:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T13:00:25.885-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tao te ching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>I don't know if you knew this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Tao Te Ching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8&lt;br /&gt;The supreme good is like water,&lt;br /&gt;which nourishes all things without trying to.&lt;br /&gt;It is content with the low places that people disdain.&lt;br /&gt;Thus it is like the Tao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In dwelling, live close to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;In thinking, keep to the simple.&lt;br /&gt;In conflict, be fair and generous.&lt;br /&gt;In governing, don't try to control.&lt;br /&gt;In work, do what you enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;In family life, be completely present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When you are content to be simply yourself&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and don't compare or compete,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everybody will respect you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SXdweF3ZoGI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/9X5ndU-F9fY/s1600-h/DSC02314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SXdweF3ZoGI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/9X5ndU-F9fY/s320/DSC02314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293823549270237282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-2844442445555089192?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/core9/phalsall/texts/taote-v3.html#8' title='I don&apos;t know if you knew this...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/2844442445555089192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=2844442445555089192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/2844442445555089192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/2844442445555089192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-dont-know-if-you-knew-this.html' title='I don&apos;t know if you knew this...'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SXdweF3ZoGI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/9X5ndU-F9fY/s72-c/DSC02314.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-706910582574082635</id><published>2009-01-18T12:50:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T14:53:51.848-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Mexico'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='months'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='year in review'/><title type='text'>Part 2. Of my 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo12/21/d7/fb6cb2939af0.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 246px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo12/21/d7/fb6cb2939af0.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did I even leave off? Wow it's January 18th. Yeah I like to spread my blogs out.. you know...keep you waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JULY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started working at the boats a hell of a lot more (you see, I wasn't before because I had so much FUN to have...re: my previous Year review blog). Taking hours here and there, hanging out over there, etc. It was a great time. I also partied and had Roboctopus rehearsals. Not much else though...But it was FUN. FUN. FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SXOEYgRrNsI/AAAAAAAAAWo/1nKlN1qZ214/s1600-h/DSC02585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SXOEYgRrNsI/AAAAAAAAAWo/1nKlN1qZ214/s320/DSC02585.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292719543606261442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Dark Knight Premiere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SXOEYOxMctI/AAAAAAAAAWg/ImkZGmXQSm0/s1600-h/DSC02572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SXOEYOxMctI/AAAAAAAAAWg/ImkZGmXQSm0/s320/DSC02572.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292719538906624722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The ZOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SXOEXxikgqI/AAAAAAAAAWY/Ad_7Zh4d1Kc/s1600-h/DSC02541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SXOEXxikgqI/AAAAAAAAAWY/Ad_7Zh4d1Kc/s320/DSC02541.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292719531060658850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Movies in the Park (All About Eve)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SXOEXtq49rI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/kR8ptX0N_pg/s1600-h/DSC02529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SXOEXtq49rI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/kR8ptX0N_pg/s320/DSC02529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292719530021811890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just doing my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AUGUST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh nothing really happened during this month. I got to see NIN for FREE at Lollapalooza. Best night ever. They are so amazing I could just spit. Then I went to the Air Show with Dan and Kelly. We sat at the beach and watched the air planes fly! It was warm and wonderful and fun. And we saw many buttcrack. And I believe that was also the month that I cut my hair! Never had it this short but I loved it and others did too. (Now I am going back and forth between cutting and letting it grow...jesus help me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SXOF7ToJFaI/AAAAAAAAAXI/3nVSEoEsW30/s1600-h/DSC02648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SXOF7ToJFaI/AAAAAAAAAXI/3nVSEoEsW30/s320/DSC02648.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292721241017882018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Air Show! I love Air Shows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SXOF7H8RubI/AAAAAAAAAXA/BemyH5qqvDs/s1600-h/DSC02615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SXOF7H8RubI/AAAAAAAAAXA/BemyH5qqvDs/s320/DSC02615.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292721237881108914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;NIN Concert! Effin awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SXOF6iEoUyI/AAAAAAAAAW4/8MhtrZkV074/s1600-h/DSC02628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SXOF6iEoUyI/AAAAAAAAAW4/8MhtrZkV074/s320/DSC02628.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292721227715597090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Butt Crack. Thumbs Down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SXOF6AKcMSI/AAAAAAAAAWw/1gE_zY3scos/s1600-h/DSC02624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SXOF6AKcMSI/AAAAAAAAAWw/1gE_zY3scos/s320/DSC02624.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292721218613162274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh... more of my job. It's tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEPTEMBER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see. It starts out nice. With hanging out and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OfjQY9iy5pE"&gt;making videos&lt;/a&gt; with my VBF (very best friend) Chrysteena. I mean, I *think* we did that in September (at least early October). I also said goodbye to some VGFs (very good friends) Devin and Chrissy who moved to Albuquerque. And then....&lt;br /&gt;I got mugged.&lt;br /&gt;For complete story &lt;a href="http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2008/09/everybodys-hero.html"&gt;go here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;All in all it cost me $900 for the hospital, that I didn't pay for cause the "victims compensation" did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SXOKWLyixII/AAAAAAAAAXY/ffEWLOXYORU/s1600-h/DSC02661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SXOKWLyixII/AAAAAAAAAXY/ffEWLOXYORU/s320/DSC02661.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292726100817003650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Picture of George and George&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SXOKVrVFCNI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/8PN0i8joE6s/s1600-h/DSC02657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SXOKVrVFCNI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/8PN0i8joE6s/s320/DSC02657.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292726092103485650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bye Devin and Lily! Hello? Natalie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OCTOBER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom visits! I get to stay in a hotel with her, which was SO fun. And we went to the Planetarium and the Field Museum and saw Soldier Field too. On the downside, my job is winding down so I'm not getting paid as much as I needed. And because life wanted to be harder on me, my cars "check engine" light comes on. I take it into the dealership (shut up all of you) and they need to give me about $1000 in repairs. Which my stupid "extended" warranty doesn't even cover. I did however finish paying off my mac (I did discover I had some "finance charges" and now I still owe money ....AAAH). Oh but the VBF Chrysteena and I were Dr. Horrible and Captain Hammer for Halloween. Which was effing awesome. but then my car gets another "check engine" light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SXOKWZ0BbVI/AAAAAAAAAXg/IGBZvNtIS2Q/s1600-h/DSC02691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SXOKWZ0BbVI/AAAAAAAAAXg/IGBZvNtIS2Q/s320/DSC02691.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292726104581303634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Planetarium! I love astronomy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SXOKXLL_PTI/AAAAAAAAAXw/ACXjqnln-Kk/s1600-h/DSC02714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SXOKXLL_PTI/AAAAAAAAAXw/ACXjqnln-Kk/s320/DSC02714.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292726117835160882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fall is here. And I'm still on the boat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOVEMBER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh this month. Right. My car. I take it in to the dealership (shut up all of you). And its totally something different and my warranty doesn't cover it. And it costs $500. AND, about now I am working like 4 more days in this month. So, no money coming in. Last day of work was November 20. I took off for a bit to go see my VBBF (very best friend forever) Mandy and her husband Scott in Denver. OH and also to see NEW KIDS ON THE BLOCK. Freaking best ever. It was so cool. And I shook every one of their hands. I love them. Jonathon is so HOT. Then I had a fun early Thanksgiving with my family. And another thanksgiving with my Chicago Family. Both delicious. Start Looking for Jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo33/a2/bb/44ac59bf3236.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 238px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo33/a2/bb/44ac59bf3236.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I tried to get Jonathon. But he's sneaky. Joey's ASS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo01/a9/00/366931e1c502.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 243px;" src="https://www.t-mobilepictures.com/myalbum/photos/photo01/a9/00/366931e1c502.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Donnie and Joey. Talking about how much they love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SXOKWkxyWWI/AAAAAAAAAXo/c7wgJ3FqEyQ/s1600-h/P1000463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SXOKWkxyWWI/AAAAAAAAAXo/c7wgJ3FqEyQ/s320/P1000463.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292726107524716898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My wonderful setting of the Thanksgiving table. I'm good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DECEMBER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole time I'm working with fun great people on a sketch show "Northern Forclosure: All I want for Christmas are my front door keys". In which I did get &lt;a href="http://www.centerstagechicago.com/theatre/shows/6553.html#review"&gt;mentioned in the review&lt;/a&gt;. *squee*&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a job at this point. Mismanaged my money enough to need jobs to pay the rent for January and am getting shit paid to me from unemployment. (I do get enough to pay rent, and bills, but that is a question..and a stress..for February). My car is fine. And I use it. I am coming up with a website I am so excited about and it involves writing. Which I'm SO into right now. I also get cast in another play "Cartoon" that goes up in April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SXOSaK-m9oI/AAAAAAAAAYA/6CIu9YBQbLM/s1600-h/DSC02732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SXOSaK-m9oI/AAAAAAAAAYA/6CIu9YBQbLM/s320/DSC02732.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292734965411673730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of the cast! Yay Sketch Comedy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SXOTPLWa5xI/AAAAAAAAAYI/QrPmXEoABQE/s1600-h/DSC02727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SXOTPLWa5xI/AAAAAAAAAYI/QrPmXEoABQE/s320/DSC02727.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292735876044613394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cold. Cold. Cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, that half sort of sucked but looking back on it. I had a great time in between the suckie-ness... Life still sucks, I need a job. I'm looking but no luck. Anyone need anything? Seriously, I would like to NOT ask my parents for anymore help. I already feel like a douche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is to a New Year. I'm already having an okay one. And I have so much hope for my career for this year, because I'm going to bust my ass. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's To.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-706910582574082635?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/706910582574082635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=706910582574082635' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/706910582574082635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/706910582574082635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2009/01/part-2-of-my-2008.html' title='Part 2. Of my 2008'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SXOEYgRrNsI/AAAAAAAAAWo/1nKlN1qZ214/s72-c/DSC02585.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-8107822528973171891</id><published>2009-01-14T13:44:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T13:52:50.135-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Before I say anything else</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SW5BcwDZ7PI/AAAAAAAAAWI/pROASVzfdTU/s1600-h/JigokuPoster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 215px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SW5BcwDZ7PI/AAAAAAAAAWI/pROASVzfdTU/s320/JigokuPoster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291238574398237938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those of you who read my blog and happen to BE in Albuquerque on January 17th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please head on down to The Guild to see a movie I'm in and am quite excited about...(and nervous, because its...dramatic....acting!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres what it says on the website:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="pagetitles"&gt;JANUARY 17 (SATURDAY): 1:30PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="style25"&gt;JIGOKU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Dir. Phillip Hughes - 2008 - 84m&lt;br /&gt;A group of students traveling Southeast Asia for a school program decide to have one last hurrah on the little island of Okinawa. Soon a series of mysterious events unfold leaving them to fend for themselves in a completely new and strange place. What is more dangerous, the threat from without or from within? Rated R for language and a few intense situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Need a trailer for the film?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8UyzXyGqMmM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8UyzXyGqMmM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="295" width="480"&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/6906223-8107822528973171891?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/8107822528973171891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=8107822528973171891' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/8107822528973171891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/8107822528973171891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2009/01/before-i-say-anything-else.html' title='Before I say anything else'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SW5BcwDZ7PI/AAAAAAAAAWI/pROASVzfdTU/s72-c/JigokuPoster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-2528533610410461302</id><published>2008-12-31T11:06:00.017-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T12:34:31.348-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Year in Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SVu55SY_4bI/AAAAAAAAAV4/6BQRSU8Rqw4/s1600-h/Photo+194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SVu55SY_4bI/AAAAAAAAAV4/6BQRSU8Rqw4/s320/Photo+194.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286022981489779122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here is Leslie's year in review!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;January!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a freelance contract job! It was sweet. I learned a lot. And met a bunch of awesome people, improvisers, if you will. I got to work full time on a MAC! That was awesome. I got paid nicely. Fortunately I did save up some moolah. Unfortunately I didn't predict I would be in the situation I am in now and therefore spent it frivolously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in rehearsals for Amy Fisher: A Karaoke Musical. Which was a great time because I got to meet more awesome people and work with my bestest friends. We also had good audiences and great feedback. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SVuqaTAwm2I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/SBHU0eigutY/s1600-h/l_6e6b3802b3b6d41ebdeb79133547eaec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SVuqaTAwm2I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/SBHU0eigutY/s320/l_6e6b3802b3b6d41ebdeb79133547eaec.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286005956406188898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;February!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Amy Fisher opens and kicks ass. Runs until March? I'm still at that kick ass job. And I'm rehearsing with my team Roboctopus, who I love. I don't think much happened in this month come to think of it. Except Amy Fisher. So I'll give you another picture of ....Amy Fisher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SVupbjO1bII/AAAAAAAAAUI/koYwSHWRW-E/s1600-h/l_8bb6309d32f99f4608e7650f48f5edd9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SVupbjO1bII/AAAAAAAAAUI/koYwSHWRW-E/s320/l_8bb6309d32f99f4608e7650f48f5edd9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286004878428433538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;March!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;March brought unfortunate news of a sale being cut and therefore my job ending way sooner than expected. Boo! But I had saved up enough to have April free of job and I decided to waste my time and money. I also started working on a 4 woman sketch show with my bffs Natalie, Chrysteena, and Sarah. Otherwise known as "The DoppelGang". We all wrote and performed in the show (in April) and I believe it was loved by the masses (our friends). We did get a reviewer in to see it, but they didn't write a review. What a douche! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i110.photobucket.com/albums/n118/ldnesbit/DinosaursGang-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 379px; height: 267px;" src="http://i110.photobucket.com/albums/n118/ldnesbit/DinosaursGang-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;April!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;April was a month of frivolous money spending and having fun. I didn't have a job, but I tried to get in to be an extra in movies, but that didn't pan out (I didn't try hard enough). I did get myself into debt by buying an iMac. Yup, I did. I live on the edge. I'm still paying on it. Dammit. ...did I mention it is the greatest thing I've ever bought myself? Lets remind ourselves I had "so much money" back in April, and could afford it. (not). What a nice set up huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SVur1KMv2AI/AAAAAAAAAUY/S2faCiBCgOE/s1600-h/DSC02226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SVur1KMv2AI/AAAAAAAAAUY/S2faCiBCgOE/s320/DSC02226.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286007517408647170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got some headshots done which I finally received a copy of! (yay!) I got convinced by people that this one (among others) would actually be a great shot for me because I make more faces like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; rather than all serious and smiley. And I agree. Because you won't ever forget &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this &lt;/span&gt;picture. Will you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SVusP1lowsI/AAAAAAAAAUg/QpNnjAX9sfc/s1600-h/_MG_5414.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SVusP1lowsI/AAAAAAAAAUg/QpNnjAX9sfc/s320/_MG_5414.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286007975732363970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;May!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;May I got to go back to my boat job (Finally!) and proceeded to forget everything I was taught the previous year, including tying the lines on the boat and even what a "boat" was. But I slowly remembered, thank god.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SVuy-rfA1zI/AAAAAAAAAVA/ykELRQWmXog/s1600-h/DSC02510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SVuy-rfA1zI/AAAAAAAAAVA/ykELRQWmXog/s320/DSC02510.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286015377543845682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Also my super best friend Mandy came and visited for several days!!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SVuy_BjqcTI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Xt7PeYSXU6M/s1600-h/DSC02569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SVuy_BjqcTI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Xt7PeYSXU6M/s320/DSC02569.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286015383468929330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We got to go to Navy Pier (finally!) and see the awesome stained glass museum. We also walked around everywhere and saw many awesome sites including one of my favorite sculptures here in Chicago... King Lear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SVuy-TnZeMI/AAAAAAAAAU4/f2Cmk4XP8UE/s1600-h/DSC02503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SVuy-TnZeMI/AAAAAAAAAU4/f2Cmk4XP8UE/s320/DSC02503.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286015371136563394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The most exciting part of Mandys visit (other than the fact that she was there!) was seeing and meeting The Kids in the Hall. Yes, Mandy and I have a knack for meeting stars and we didn't let ourselves down that night...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SVu3SERVMmI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/dCnYZnTD0KM/s1600-h/DSC02662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SVu3SERVMmI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/dCnYZnTD0KM/s320/DSC02662.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286020108661371490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also had a nice wedding shower for Dan and Kelly ( I think this was in May...) with lovely looking food. We also had a bachelor/bachelorette party for them, but for some reason I don't have any pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SVuy-LXhOSI/AAAAAAAAAUw/9Wv1qzNx0Ro/s1600-h/DSC02250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SVuy-LXhOSI/AAAAAAAAAUw/9Wv1qzNx0Ro/s320/DSC02250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286015368922478882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;June!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was a big month! First I got to be a part of and see 2 of my best friends get married, which was awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SVu3SoKMHAI/AAAAAAAAAVY/LNBVwLnvye0/s1600-h/DSC02329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SVu3SoKMHAI/AAAAAAAAAVY/LNBVwLnvye0/s320/DSC02329.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286020118295092226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was also my 27th birthday, a birthday I was looking forward to for a long time. I mean, a LONG time. And you know, I don't think I did much on that day, unfortunately. Oh well, it was fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also had a fundraiser with my Roboctopus team so we could go and perform in the Providence Improv Festival. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SVu3TLB3LWI/AAAAAAAAAVg/zxOpvmFrpp0/s1600-h/DSC02368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SVu3TLB3LWI/AAAAAAAAAVg/zxOpvmFrpp0/s320/DSC02368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286020127655406946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ended up driving down in two cars, in what was a very fun and sleepy time. The festival itself was so much fun and such a great experience and I got to bond and get to know my teammates a lot better. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SVu3Tbak8QI/AAAAAAAAAVo/z4DiJ9n2UTw/s1600-h/DSC02435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SVu3Tbak8QI/AAAAAAAAAVo/z4DiJ9n2UTw/s320/DSC02435.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286020132054036738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SVu3T2OnFnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/SNENnxKKYuU/s1600-h/DSC02474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SVu3T2OnFnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/SNENnxKKYuU/s320/DSC02474.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286020139251603058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That is the theatre we got to perform in! Huge!!! It was so much fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, for now, I'll leave you with the highlights of the first 6 months. It doesn't all go downhill from there, but there is a slight slant to my life from July until December....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tv shows I watched January - June?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Firefly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doctor Who!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lost!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Movies?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Iron Man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-2528533610410461302?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/2528533610410461302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=2528533610410461302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/2528533610410461302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/2528533610410461302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-year-in-review.html' title='My Year in Review'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SVu55SY_4bI/AAAAAAAAAV4/6BQRSU8Rqw4/s72-c/Photo+194.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-4454521365359910998</id><published>2008-12-26T13:34:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T14:38:11.627-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='david tennant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreammoods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jobs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='career'/><title type='text'>Inspirations and Thoughts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Oh how can a person that was woken up at 7:53am to go to a random receptionist temp job be so inspired?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;I am having the best day in reference to my feelings towards my life (the job is quite boring, no one has called).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Lets start with this morning. I was woken up out of a deep sleep and a dream. This dream was not very exciting when you think about it, but at the same time it was VERY exciting. You know how you get that "feeling" from dreams? I, for some reason, have this anticipation feeling. An excited, can't wait, sort of feeling. And its just about making my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;What can't I wait for? I dunno! Let me tell you about my dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;I was with some friends. Friends from college, Albuquerque, and here in Chicago. We were all in this auditorium (old..seats were falling apart) getting ready to watch this movie. It was simple, we were all excited to see it. My friend and I ( I think it was Chrysteena) were in these two chairs that were not by my other friends. We kept making jokes back and forth with them and finally when some people moved they told us to move back. We did, and I noticed it totally wasn't a better view at all. So I told Steeny to move back with me. And we did. And I noticed...of all people...Al Franken sitting over to my left with a weird graph in his hands. And the movie had yet to start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;That was it. Then my phone rang. But I was just so happy and excited in that dream. It was wonderful!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;And I looked up "blue" in my dream dictionary (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" href="http://www.dreammoods.com/"&gt;www.dreammoods.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;) and this is what it had to say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 204);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;The presence of this color in your dream, may symbolize your spiritual guide and your optimism of the future. You have clarity of mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! What a great definition. Of course I have clarity of mind. And of what you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, of my career. Yes folks my career. I've been a bit depressed lately about where this "career" has been headed. And its my own damn fault! What have I been doing to progress it? Nothing! Nope, I haven't tried to get an agent. I haven't auditioned around town (save for a few improv auditions). I've narrowed my pathway that I was taking and I was getting depressed about it. Sitting in my little chair complaining to myself that I wasn't getting anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've had a major change in attitude folks. And I have unemployement to thank for it. Why? Because there isn't anything else to do when you're unemployed than think. Think about your life. I was too busy this summer working on boats to even get my act together, and last year I had only about a week of "vacation" to think about things. This year? Oh its been a month. One month of trying to figure out how I got into this prediciment. Excuses, bad money handling, no motivation were a part of it along with a "blah" attitude. It's EASY to just get a job and sit around playing video games and eating delicious food. But thats not going to get you your dreams. They aren't coming TO you. You have to go GET them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems easy to recognize when you write it down, but to actually feel that motivation. The excitement of giving a shit about your life is a wonderful feeling to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had this dream of being an actor for 14 years. (shoot, I'd even say since I was 7) And I realize that it is a serious dream and I've got to be serious about it. I don't fit in in any other institution. I get excited when I watch behind the scenes on movies and tv shows. I get excited about having to work long hours into the night (or perhaps even overnights). I love writing a story and having it be put up on a stage. I love memorizing lines and rehearsing and being in front of people. That stuff excites me down to the bone and I have such a wonderful time doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because of that, I know that I have to work really hard to get to where I can do it for a living. And not just sit around on my ass and wait for it to come to me. It's not going to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again. It sounds so simple when you write it down, but it has literally taken 2 years (maybe even more!) of me standing behind a glass door and watching others get what I want before I have actually grasped the door knob and started to turn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't LIVE this temp/deckhand/temp/deckhand life for the rest of my life. Although I love it very much, I didn't move up here to become a deckhand. Chicago is a stepping stone for me on the mountain of my ultimate goal. Albeit a magnificent stepping stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in reference to my "ultimate goal" which maybe you know, maybe you don't and I don't want to say here in fear of jinxing it (so shoot me), I need to hurry up and start the "meanial" work so I can get there before I'm 40. (eew thats weird to say)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I run out of things to say, I just wanted to (cheesily) thank my pretend boyfriend and, truthfully, a new hero of mine, David Tennant. Just seeing how he is as a person and seeing how hard he works for what he wants gives me inspiration. Gave me inspiration during this month of no jobs. Gave me hope to go out and get what I want because no one is going to magically shoot me to the top. I've got to F**king work for it so hard, but I know that it'll come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, to all the naysayers and "realists" out there, I feel it in my heart that I have the talent and will strong enough to get there. And thats all you need. Just tell that to a nerdy guitar and drama student who wanted to be homecoming queen when she was a freshman in high school. I wanted it. I went for it. I worked for it. And I got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll get this. Because I'm going to work my hands to the bone for it. For me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-4454521365359910998?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/4454521365359910998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=4454521365359910998' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/4454521365359910998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/4454521365359910998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2008/12/inspirations-and-thoughts.html' title='Inspirations and Thoughts!'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-5983729773653661324</id><published>2008-12-15T11:23:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T11:44:26.564-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a capella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='synchronized swimming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='odd'/><title type='text'>Real Quick</title><content type='html'>You know what I just realized? There are two things that I just cannot resist watching if they are on tv (or, if I find them on the ol' youtube). This comes to me as a surprise because its two things that are SO ODD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ODD because you don't really think of yourself as a person who would be totally into and in awe of the people who do it. But so neat because these people are all incredibly talented. In ways I don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-CAPELLA groups. They are so COOL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok the first type of people I understand a bit more. Because I sing too. And could even see myself doing this as well. Though, these guys are pretty AWESOME at it. And really, when you think about it, these guys while classified as nerds in high school are pretty popular in college. Yeah I said it. popular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The UC Octet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Eo0HwvNTf6Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Eo0HwvNTf6Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second group of people are completely out of my league. Save for the fact that I too can swim, that's about all we have in common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYNCHRONIZED SWIMMERS - All I can say when I watch these girls on tv is.. "what the Fuck...oh my god. What? They hold their breath for how long? Oh hell, did they...? what? This is so awesome!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HpAZ8u_9mRM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HpAZ8u_9mRM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rIKljV-561I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rIKljV-561I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized all of this this morning when I was watching that aforementioned a-capella group. And found myself adding millions of other songs that they did and actually looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I love odd things. Just add that to the list of things I love. Odd things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-5983729773653661324?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/5983729773653661324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=5983729773653661324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/5983729773653661324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/5983729773653661324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2008/12/real-quick.html' title='Real Quick'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-1226210390545409920</id><published>2008-12-13T12:26:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T12:58:09.622-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hannys Voorwerp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='david tennant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Potter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor who'/><title type='text'>What is Hanny's Voorwerp?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SUP-t2-OCUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/3_Ci-C_zLLo/s1600-h/Photo+190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 159px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SUP-t2-OCUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/3_Ci-C_zLLo/s320/Photo+190.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279343252012403010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my blogs have been scattered as of late, but basically thats how my brain thinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;deal&lt;/span&gt; with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dare you....to...deal with it. Ahg. I'm sick. I can't be clever right now. Anyhoo, nuff bein sorry for me. What I was originally going to write about was this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter : The Half Blood Prince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey remember when it was supposed to be out in theatre's this November? Like, by now, December 13 we all would have seen this movie? And we'd be leaping in the aisles with joy because it was so good, and David Yates should have directed all the Harry Potters (except for #3 which was pretty awesome, and not #1 or #2 which were real good...but #4 because it wasn't as cool as it should have been) ?&lt;br /&gt;And remember how we've waited for what seems to be forever for the next Harry Potter movie only to be told that we have to wait for 7 more months to see it? Even though they released &lt;a href="http://www.hulu.com/watch/40900/movie-trailers-harry-potter-and-the-half-blood-prince"&gt;the trailer&lt;/a&gt; in August? IN AUGUST?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So July huh? well, I guess I can't argue seeing as I don't "run Hollywood". But let me tell you I'm pretty disappointed. Yeah, I said it. I'm disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other ramblings, I'm trying to come up with a blog title and THAT one came up randomly. You know, that one...the one that my blog is titled. And I'm like, what? weird. So, I actually looked it up and THIS is Hanny's Voorwerp...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://apod.nasa.gov/apod/image/0806/hannysvoorwerp_wht_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 328px;" src="http://apod.nasa.gov/apod/image/0806/hannysvoorwerp_wht_big.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Its the green thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Basically its Hanny's (who is the Dutch astronomer that found the thing) Voorwerp (or "object" in dutch).&lt;br /&gt;Hey, you learned something today. Give yourself a hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm going to watch Doctor Who right now because I gotta rest, on accounta, I'm sick and last night's sketch show performance made me all tired. I'm putting it off though because..this is the last series* you can get on dvd. And Russell T Davies (the genius of a head writer / producer) and David Tennant are leaving after a couple of specials they have yet to film. YET to film means I'll get to see them in 2010 because I don't have cable and I don't live in the UK. So...dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*series - british talk for "season"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bless you. Did you sneeze?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luv leslie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-1226210390545409920?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/1226210390545409920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=1226210390545409920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/1226210390545409920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/1226210390545409920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-is-hannys-voorwerp.html' title='What is Hanny&apos;s Voorwerp?'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SUP-t2-OCUI/AAAAAAAAAUA/3_Ci-C_zLLo/s72-c/Photo+190.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-6400368754208280070</id><published>2008-12-01T12:11:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T12:59:50.819-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discovery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Knowledge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bbc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nerd'/><title type='text'>3 Things - God I love science stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Water_Bears"&gt;Water Bears&lt;/a&gt;. Alien or mother-effing awesome animal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to a fellow nerd (but less so, as I believe she is a tad bit cooler than I am) Natalie, I have discovered Water Bears...otherwise known as "Tardigrade".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/0/08/Waterbear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/0/08/Waterbear.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Water Bear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(I have also discovered the &lt;a href="http://www.bbcknowledgemagazine.com/"&gt;BBC magazine "Knowledge"&lt;/a&gt; thanks to Natalie. It's bloody brilliant.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water Bears. Let me tell you a little bit about these things....if they were our size, they would fuck us up. They aren't. They are like... .006 inches big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fact 1:&lt;/span&gt; Water Bears can withstand heat and cold...&lt;br /&gt;how high? 303 degrees Fahrenheit&lt;br /&gt;how low? absolute zero...or ...−459.67 degrees Fahrenheit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fact 2:&lt;/span&gt; Water Bears can survive 1000 times more radiation than any other animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fact 3: &lt;/span&gt;Water Bears can survive in the low pressure vacuum of space. And more than 6 times the pressure of what is down at the bottom of the ocean. For 10 DAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fact 4:&lt;/span&gt; Water Bears don't have to drink water for one decade and won't die, and will get re-hydrated in just one drop of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me ask you then, Water Bears: alien or just a mother-effing awesome animal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Did I tell you how much I love science fiction?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, did I ? Because its not even funny how much I've immersed myself into this world. I should have long ago really, but unfortunately it's just happened in the past couple of years. Actually you know what? I lied. I took a freaking sci-fi literature class in college. Not just anyone takes that class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But more recently I've noticed that I've read more books, watched more movies, wrote short stories, dreamed about robots, and wished I was in sci-fi shows. I think about Sci-fi all the freaking time really. And ask you, dear reader, to please give me recommendations of more sci-fi I can obsess over. Oh especially comic books. I wanna get into comic books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My recommendations for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1. Book: &lt;/span&gt;Night Watch, Day Watch and Twilight Watch by Sergei Lukyanenko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2. Movie:&lt;/span&gt; Serenity (and Firefly the tv show) if you haven't seen them already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3. Tv Series:&lt;/span&gt; Doctor -freakin- Who. All of them. All of them from 1963 to today. Not kidding. They are all good. But, if you're just starting out...go with the 9th Doctor (2005) first and then move around...like I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I wish I could get cable and choose my channels. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know there is a Science Channel? And an awesome show is on it...its called &lt;a href="http://science.discovery.com/tv/sci-q/sci-q.html"&gt;"Sci-Q"&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was happily watching cable at Dans parents house during Thanksgiving, we stopped on the science channel. Which I proceeded to freak out about. And then that freaking, Sci-Q, preview came out and I peed my pants a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I wish I could choose my channels for cable.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't choose sports. Probably only choose like...CNN or something for news, and then proceed to choose this line up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. Discovery Channel&lt;br /&gt;b. Discovery Health&lt;br /&gt;c. TLC&lt;br /&gt;d. Animal Planet&lt;br /&gt;e. Science Channel&lt;br /&gt;f. History Channel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g. Cartoon Network&lt;br /&gt;h. Bravo&lt;br /&gt;i. VH1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, is that too much to ask? Really? IS IT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, that'll never happen. Comcast, RCN and other expensive crappy providers wanna give me what they think I'll like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what I like thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Science stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-6400368754208280070?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/6400368754208280070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=6400368754208280070' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/6400368754208280070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/6400368754208280070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2008/12/3-things-god-i-love-science-stuff.html' title='3 Things - God I love science stuff'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-440595819039771182</id><published>2008-11-24T11:15:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T11:54:39.676-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SSrhUV2xtlI/AAAAAAAAATY/XiTqwASi_Zo/s1600-h/screen-capture-9.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 76px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SSrhUV2xtlI/AAAAAAAAATY/XiTqwASi_Zo/s320/screen-capture-9.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272274053371115090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there any reason why I would actually click on this ad? I don't see one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to have 2 people in CHICAGO have a crush on me. Yeah, I'm sure. How the heck do they know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But 3 people hating me. That kinda hurts, random ad, that kinda hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had this ad screaming at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SSrid0HKnOI/AAAAAAAAATg/Lq273Im2YxY/s1600-h/screen-capture-10.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 49px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SSrid0HKnOI/AAAAAAAAATg/Lq273Im2YxY/s320/screen-capture-10.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272275315623369954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A "fiend" thinks I'm too dumb to beat their score of 117? I would expect that, seeing as its a fiend. Fiends do that you know. Challenge you to an IQ test. They LOVE IQ tests. That's all they do all night. Take IQ tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I must admit I got distracted. I started watching &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o375ke8Csio"&gt;a Lost Boys fan video&lt;/a&gt;. And now I'm all "oh I need to watch that movie today."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o375ke8Csio" onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this)," target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And again. I got distracted. You know what, I'm just gonna end this blog now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-440595819039771182?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/440595819039771182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=440595819039771182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/440595819039771182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/440595819039771182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2008/11/is-there-any-reason-why-i-would.html' title=''/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SSrhUV2xtlI/AAAAAAAAATY/XiTqwASi_Zo/s72-c/screen-capture-9.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-2934530325785788958</id><published>2008-11-22T13:03:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T13:33:18.230-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like I need to update this a bit more. And now that I can (on accounta I'm unemployed) I'm going to try my darndest. ..yeah, thats a word. Darndest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got this new dashboard widget the other day that allows for easy screen captures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH just what I wanted! Just what I needed! And believe you me, I've used it many a times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never know how useful an easy screen capture is until you must take a picture of something RIGHT NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact I'll show you what I'm a-doin while I write this blog.&lt;br /&gt;(actually now its a lie, because since I wrote that sentence, I purchased some fandango tickets for Twilight)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SShbno1kKWI/AAAAAAAAASo/Xo_X-mL1o84/s1600-h/screen-capture-8.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SShbno1kKWI/AAAAAAAAASo/Xo_X-mL1o84/s320/screen-capture-8.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271564100372277602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isn't that neat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is. What also is neat is I get to take pictures of David Tennant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SShchaoT2MI/AAAAAAAAASw/9cAxElTx4hg/s1600-h/screen-capture-1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SShchaoT2MI/AAAAAAAAASw/9cAxElTx4hg/s320/screen-capture-1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271565092990998722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And Catherine Tate too of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and also, this picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SShc-qEaKAI/AAAAAAAAAS4/ctedHSILmVY/s1600-h/screen-capture-6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 89px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SShc-qEaKAI/AAAAAAAAAS4/ctedHSILmVY/s320/screen-capture-6.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271565595351590914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know if you knew, but this is our new President. Whom I totally Love. He's a Hottie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SShdVW1AC_I/AAAAAAAAATI/kDQzcn1lUt8/s1600-h/barackobama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SShdVW1AC_I/AAAAAAAAATI/kDQzcn1lUt8/s320/barackobama.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271565985323682802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SShdVKSnK9I/AAAAAAAAATA/O0SL8-1bC10/s1600-h/12107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SShdVKSnK9I/AAAAAAAAATA/O0SL8-1bC10/s320/12107.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271565981958220754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I dunno what this blog is about. But What I do know is I've had those pictures for a long time and I just didn't do anything with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freak out about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh here's a picture for the road. (I originally spelled that "rode")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SSheDrIlh8I/AAAAAAAAATQ/cANWRa7Nkl4/s1600-h/smiling-octopus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SSheDrIlh8I/AAAAAAAAATQ/cANWRa7Nkl4/s320/smiling-octopus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271566781048522690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-2934530325785788958?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/2934530325785788958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=2934530325785788958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/2934530325785788958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/2934530325785788958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-feel-like-i-need-to-update-this-bit.html' title=''/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SShbno1kKWI/AAAAAAAAASo/Xo_X-mL1o84/s72-c/screen-capture-8.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-4713466049620316131</id><published>2008-11-05T10:54:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T11:08:19.898-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My President - Barack Obama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SRHSfgGq9mI/AAAAAAAAARc/5R5sp-EbDzo/s1600-h/screen-capture-5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SRHSfgGq9mI/AAAAAAAAARc/5R5sp-EbDzo/s320/screen-capture-5.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265220878008514146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I wanted to run around and just scream for joy. I didn't. Instead I bounced around on an exercise ball. Hanging out with my closest friends and drinking sparkling wine to celebrate Obamas victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time since I could vote that I voted for a winner. But this isn't just winning or losing some sort of minor election. This is feeling inspired. This is getting motivated by a leader. A person that says all the right things and gets everyone to believe in themselves. That is a leader. Not someone who tells you what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so slap happy that Barack Obama is going to be my president.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very interesting to hear people say that: "my president" or "Obama is our President" and the happiness that you feel when you say it! I am proud to have such an inspiring person to be my leader. A leader that I have confidence in. A leader that if he needed my help I would help. Someone that makes me feel apart of the whole of America instead of feeling unheard or forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took pictures off the internet. I need to keep this stuff! I need to get a newspaper so I can show my children and grandchildren a hard copy of this historic event. So they can hold it in their hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have newspapers from 9/11. And magazines from the tsunami and hurricaine katrina. Disasterous events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This event is so much different. So much better. So positive. So hopeful.&lt;br /&gt;Just like President (elect) Obama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is what I've collected so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/11/06/world/06worldreax.html?_r=1&amp;amp;hp&amp;amp;oref=slogin"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The World Reacts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the pictures from headlines on the internet....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SRHSgCp1npI/AAAAAAAAARs/t185DY8nnq8/s1600-h/screen-capture-3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 165px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SRHSgCp1npI/AAAAAAAAARs/t185DY8nnq8/s320/screen-capture-3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265220887282818706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SRHSf78bnkI/AAAAAAAAARk/PyU9kvZTyis/s1600-h/screen-capture-4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SRHSf78bnkI/AAAAAAAAARk/PyU9kvZTyis/s320/screen-capture-4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265220885481758274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-4713466049620316131?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/4713466049620316131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=4713466049620316131' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/4713466049620316131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/4713466049620316131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-president-barack-obama.html' title='My President - Barack Obama'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SRHSfgGq9mI/AAAAAAAAARc/5R5sp-EbDzo/s72-c/screen-capture-5.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-7446646830693120455</id><published>2008-11-01T20:38:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T21:04:40.615-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A random blog from a random brain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SQ0E27uQRgI/AAAAAAAAARM/rS4oQZW16BA/s1600-h/kkPbMV7aXflpuv85bn34Tmooo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SQ0E27uQRgI/AAAAAAAAARM/rS4oQZW16BA/s320/kkPbMV7aXflpuv85bn34Tmooo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263868881257121282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So. This has to be absolutely the funniest website I've seen.&lt;br /&gt;Also its making me want to go home to take a picture of this little lady...but upside-down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i110.photobucket.com/albums/n118/ldnesbit/DSC02163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 218px;" src="http://i110.photobucket.com/albums/n118/ldnesbit/DSC02163.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She is actually only 14 pounds. Not as huge as you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ever eat rice and during swallowing a bit you inhale some to the back of your throat in your sinus and then you try to get it out of your sinus before its actually IN your sinus and then you sneeze and some of the leftover rice in your mouth and it spits out everywhere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...yeah. Me neither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to watch a movie. One that my roommate rented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a tad cold in here. Hey, guess what I have to work in freezing cold weather. So stop complaining. Yeah I'm talking to YOU ...Leslie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey how about this picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SQ0HYLIy1WI/AAAAAAAAARU/sv0V7Ao_OrQ/s1600-h/ic2118_ssro800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SQ0HYLIy1WI/AAAAAAAAARU/sv0V7Ao_OrQ/s320/ic2118_ssro800.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263871651353908578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pretty huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole blog has been "centered".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm drinking milk. It does a body good. Except not mine, cause I'm lactose intolerant. And yes, I have heard that "you are prejudice against milk!" crap before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the Dalai Lama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I bring the captain I worked with today bad luck. It seems all the crap happens when I work with him. You know...engine trouble, hitting large logs, barges, sailboats bein' all up in our way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ever thought about what you'd bring to a deserted island? I have. But I don't think I'd ever make a decision to go to a deserted island. So how can I bring all that stuff with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HALLOWEEN PICTURES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/chrysteena/halloween%2008/CopyofPA310166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/chrysteena/halloween%2008/CopyofPA310166.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Horrible and Captain Hammer. I'm kicking her ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/chrysteena/halloween%2008/CopyofPA310163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/chrysteena/halloween%2008/CopyofPA310163.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;D-Horb and C-Ham = sex kittens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/chrysteena/halloween%2008/CopyofPA310161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v246/chrysteena/halloween%2008/CopyofPA310161.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DH CH and  sexy Stephen Hawking! Dr. Horrible is strangling him. Captain Hammer loves the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-7446646830693120455?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/7446646830693120455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=7446646830693120455' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/7446646830693120455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/7446646830693120455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2008/11/random-blog-from-random-brain.html' title='A random blog from a random brain'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SQ0E27uQRgI/AAAAAAAAARM/rS4oQZW16BA/s72-c/kkPbMV7aXflpuv85bn34Tmooo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-7213712003614161313</id><published>2008-10-26T11:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T11:30:59.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh yeah, here it is</title><content type='html'>Fred cracks me up. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="296" width="512"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.hulu.com/embed/Fca-bXwgpqLsYlKxDXpdYg"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.hulu.com/embed/Fca-bXwgpqLsYlKxDXpdYg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="296" width="512"&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/6906223-7213712003614161313?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/7213712003614161313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=7213712003614161313' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/7213712003614161313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/7213712003614161313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-yeah-here-it-is.html' title='Oh yeah, here it is'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-6310348448494561388</id><published>2008-10-24T18:42:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T19:12:42.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Allright People.</title><content type='html'>It's like this.&lt;br /&gt;I want to write a blog. And I've come up with millions of things to say. But these "things" are thought of when I'm on a boat, away from a computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I don't write most of them down. So I can't remember them later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the fun things I thought of today was "gosh, I really love the Beach Boys". And I wanted to tell you, dear reader (3 that I know of, ? that I don't), that I loved the Beach Boys. Especially that song "Wouldn't it be Nice?" Man I love that song! It's SO good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to find my camera to upload the pictures to my computee, but I can't find it. "can't find it" means, I'm sitting here looking to my right and I don't see it. I think the last time I saw it was when it was on my floor somewhere. But I can't see it. I want it because I want to show you stuff that is on my camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially the older sky projector at the Planetarium that I saw. And I say "older" because I know the McCain people are trying to make it sound like Obama earmarked $3 million for a new projector. One they call "overhead projector" making it sound like its less than it is. Well, they've made it sound like they already bought it, but they haven't. This one is 41 years old. And needs to be replaced! Dammit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(picture here if I had my pictures uploaded)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry. But instead of making the tomato soup (because that is all I have in the fridge as of this moment) I'm typing this sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I had this sweet dream last night. You know the ones that you wake up afterwards and you're like "Man this would make an AWESOME movie!!" but it generally doesn't once you think about it? Well, I had one of those last night. But this time, it's actually pretty cool. At least one aspect of it. So I'm gonna write it down and flush it out. Maybe make it a movie or something. Basically it has the future and zombies or robots in it. And NO, that hasn't already been written several hundred times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to watch "The Wedding Date". Which has Debra Messing in it and its a romantic comedy. I'm pretty much excited about this. But I gotta eat first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends, The DoppelGang, and I have decided to give each other homemade gifts this year for xmas. Which comes at the right time cause I ain't got no money. And today I came up with the perfect gift, so I'm pretty excited about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh also, I came up with a great way of sending out xmas cards to my pals all around the USA that shows you all some of my job that I do. At least...views of the city from my job...that I do. So I'm pretty much excited about that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom came to visit this last week. It was so super fun and I had a wonderful time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(picture of my mom...if I had my camera uploaded)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to do improv tonight. Which has me all in a twitter. But on the down side, I got cramps, a headache, and I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should clean my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(picture of my room, if I had even taken a picture of my room)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where is my camera? I's needin to get up and look. Allright friends. I found it. My camera is like that one commercial that has all kinds of wierd pictures in it. And I'm, like, deleting the fisherman. Wow, that was quick, all uploaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you know what else? I finally registered, or "signed up", with HULU. I'm pretty much excited about that. Because you can subscribe to shows. Episodes of tv shows. ...That reminds me, did you see the SNL on Thursday? It was friggin hilarious. My favorite part? Fred Armisen and that giant touch screen tv. I would have done the same exact thing. And not even, for an audience, just because I got a giant touch screen tv.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't see it? Go to Hulu and you can watch the whole 20 minute episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey I'm going to be lazy and just put all the pictures here. How visually crappy is THAT? Yeah, thats what I'm gonna do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SQJjFuMti4I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/2VpM1Y5jy0Y/s1600-h/DSC02695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SQJjFuMti4I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/2VpM1Y5jy0Y/s320/DSC02695.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260876264674003842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The sky projector thingy...its to the side. And a lot bigger than it looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SQJjGMP3ThI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Gro9f12ov5g/s1600-h/DSC02693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SQJjGMP3ThI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Gro9f12ov5g/s320/DSC02693.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, caught in frame, just walkin to my locker at NASA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SQJjtLa0HnI/AAAAAAAAARE/5Uc1DrUqNmY/s1600-h/DSC02679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SQJjtLa0HnI/AAAAAAAAARE/5Uc1DrUqNmY/s320/DSC02679.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260876942532681330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-6310348448494561388?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/6310348448494561388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=6310348448494561388' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/6310348448494561388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/6310348448494561388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2008/10/allright-people.html' title='Allright People.'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SQJjFuMti4I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/2VpM1Y5jy0Y/s72-c/DSC02695.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-6848395206118400270</id><published>2008-10-14T11:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T11:56:17.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>British Telly</title><content type='html'>So lately I've been very much obsessed with British tv. Folks who have talked to me for more than 5 minutes have probably noticed that I love Doctor Who. This has become a wild obsession, one that I am very much okay with. SO, I haven't watched much B-tv other than Doctor Who, and maybe some british Office and maybe Faulty Towers every now and then. As you can see, not much experience with current B-tv. Until a couple of days ago. This is how it happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I was looking at some Doctor Who spoofs on youtube.  You know, after you finish a video and they show you like 8 other videos you might like? This is how I ran across "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6FU0QwHqXO0"&gt;David OMG&lt;/a&gt;" which is a wonderful video of David Tennant just making out with people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I went to "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r4dUQgIaXGg"&gt;David Tennant cross dresses&lt;/a&gt;" in a show called "Friday Night Project". Wondering what this show was (as I suppose you did too, if you watched that video just now), I decided to explore futher and watch the whole show that David Tennant hosted. (I'll link you to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pl047DqEL6Q"&gt;PART 1&lt;/a&gt;, ifn you wanted to watch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was brilliant. Very british-ly humorous, but also I noticed that it was much more...oh I don't know...racy? They said Fuck like 6 times and showed boobs and even a photoshopped vag. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm like, oh this must be a late night show...right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but even our late night shows aren't that awesome. And I read up about it, its no longer the "Friday Night Project". It's now the "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jJR6Nabc804"&gt;Sunday Night Project&lt;/a&gt;"....and to me, for some reason, Sundays are much more...restricted. On accounta the whole...Sunday religious stuff. But nope. They are still awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I decided to give the show "&lt;a href="http://www.bbcamerica.com/content/262/index.jsp"&gt;Torchwood&lt;/a&gt;" a chance. Seeing as its a sort of spinoff of Doctor Who and it has John Barrowman in it (whom I love) and it probably mentions or at least gives clues to the man who is Doctor Who. I watched 2 episodes. (more, if I have the time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just say this. There was one episode about a girl who got posessed by an alien who lived off of orgasmic climaxes. The whole episode. We got girls making out, guys and girls making out, people having sex, and a montage of sexy adverts around the city (all of which showed everything but the nuggets). Not a lot of violence. I love this show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, so, in conclusion, I am starting to love British tv. Because they seem to care less about offending people and they have super fun shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as a friend said "See? And England hasn't exploded yet has it?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-6848395206118400270?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/6848395206118400270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=6848395206118400270' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/6848395206118400270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/6848395206118400270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2008/10/british-telly.html' title='British Telly'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-4242000923515382899</id><published>2008-10-07T22:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T23:07:10.389-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey so...first you must watch this video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OfjQY9iy5pE"&gt;Fingies (tm) - A George and George Evil-mercial&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now go and tell your friends about it.  Why? Because it's this awesome video that my friend Chrysteena and I made. And because it's getting more views than any of the videos so far that I put up. And we'd like to get more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORE MORE MORE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly, I need to write and I'm not writing. Instead I am writing this. When I should be writing the sketch I wrote out. But I need to type it. But I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly. I am almost done with the Annoyance level 4 and I think it has been the most educational improv class I've ever been in. Every single class I have learned something wonderful that has helped me in so many ways. It is so great. Just so great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fourthly. I think I need to get a job for the winter. What do you say? not be unemployed?&lt;br /&gt;I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fifthly. I like doing lists like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sixthly. hey Heroes is a good show. Am I right? or am I Right? I Believe the answer is I'm right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seventhly. I'm trying not to let the money stress I'm going through right now effect me. That being said, my outlook on life is a bit more grey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eighthly. I'm in a sketch show for christmas and it's gonna be so much fun. I love sketch comedy. love it. LOVE. IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think thats it. Why? Cause I gotta pee. Thats why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream with Simon Pegg in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-4242000923515382899?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/4242000923515382899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=4242000923515382899' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/4242000923515382899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/4242000923515382899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2008/10/hey-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-4800966127753597848</id><published>2008-09-25T01:35:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T02:19:18.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody's a Hero</title><content type='html'>So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do I start this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...as some of you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 days ago I was mugged. On a train. at 1:30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that isn't the whole story. Oh no. That isn't even the half of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I sound so chipper? Lots of reasons. 1. I got my stuff back 2. I caught the girls (lets be fair, the police caught the girls) 3. I pressed charges&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets get to the nitty gritty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;12:40am Tuesday morning &lt;/span&gt;: I'm coming home from a going away party for a co-worker. We do that, you know, cause at my job you sort of get...free alcohol. So any sort of party is the best party.&lt;br /&gt;I am walking to the red line train when I see a brown line (quite a weird circumstance since they usually stop running at 12am or earlier). I burst into a sprint up the stairs to get on it. Make it just in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1:10am&lt;/span&gt; : there I am minding my own business. Reading "Good Omens", listening to "Dr. Horribles Sing-a-long Blog".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 teenage girls enter the train and act drunk. Two have the same pink shirt on, the other an orange shirt. Then they get behind me (not suspiciously, but you know..behind me) and stay there. I don't hear them, I am listening to "Everybody's a Hero".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1:30am&lt;/span&gt; : Armitage stop on the Brownline. Doors Open. Hand comes round my face and sprays me with something (something I eventually deem to be mace because it hurts). Then I feel a yank and the one girl (from here on out called Orange) takes my BAG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now. what would be your first instinct? Who knows, you can only really speculate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mine? Chase them. why? Because its MY bag and they HAVE it. Simple really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I run off the train, face all maced, book and ipod in hand, and pass one pink (PINK 1) shirt girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hear&lt;/span&gt;: "I can't believe she's chasing us"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think&lt;/span&gt;: "You're fucking right I am, its MY bag and YOU have it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pass the other pink shirt girl (PINK 2) and continue chasing Orange. My ipod drops somewhere..&lt;br /&gt;I run pass the turnstiles (red faced and screaming...scary sight wouldn't you think?) and see out of the corner of my eye, a cop car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A COP car. Sitting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One side of my brain&lt;/span&gt;: Oh good a cop car, they will stop her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The other side of my brain&lt;/span&gt;: YOU BITCH! GIVE ME BACK MY BAG! I WILL RUN YOU DOWN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orange drops my bag on the corner of the street and I run and pick it up. .....NOW I start to feel the mace. The burning, firey mace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the cop car had turned in my direction. The cop asks what happened. I yell "They maced me and took my bag"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look back over to the station. The Pink 1 and Pink 2 are standing there and a CTA attendant is behind them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One side of my brain&lt;/span&gt;: Oh good. They are caught. I must tell the attendant I dropped my ipod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the other side of my brain&lt;/span&gt;: OH WHAT IS THIS BURNING? IT IS BURNING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell the attendant as she is escorting me to the bathroom to flush my face, that I dropped my ipod somewhere. She says shes going to go and find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flush my face for what seems like forever but the burning doesn't stop. The cold water feels OH so wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cops come in and eventually I have to go outside to them. The attendant found my ipod on one of the girls...but I got it back..&lt;br /&gt;When I get out there I see a paddy wagon and 3 more cop cars. The main cop (who was there from the beginning) tells me they caught Orange and that I will have to identify her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They show her. I say "that's her" and go back to the fan I was standing in front of. He also asks me if I want to press charges. I say "of COURSE I do" and immediately regret snapping at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, I totally did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that meant I had to "go downtown" and wait and interview and not sleep and have my eyes burn more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did it anyway. I went to the station. They put me in a holding room (which was one of those interrogation rooms from the tv) and I wait. They come and check up on me (I was totally acting cool and reading the newspaper but I wanted to sleep or cry or something..I honestly didn't know what to do..it was 2:30am)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;update twitter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one guy comes and tells me he'll take me to the hospital so they could wash my eyes out. I'm sitting here going: oh man, i can handle the burn because I don't have health insurance and I totally just spent $1000 to fix my car and I can't handle that stress right now...( yeah THAT stress I can't handle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I let him take me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They wash my eyes out. Which feels like THIS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SNs3nHxT80I/AAAAAAAAAQc/XYrHWTcZngI/s1600-h/v5he78.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SNs3nHxT80I/AAAAAAAAAQc/XYrHWTcZngI/s320/v5he78.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249850935870747458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but also tickles and feels super weird.&lt;br /&gt;And they give me a new shirt (long sleeve...good cause I was cold)....they give me a "victims application" which insures that all that treatment will be paid for. Thank god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we go back to the station. I go to ANOTHER room with a tv and snacks and stuff and I wait more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am interviewed by several people. A detective is totally trying to get all 3 of them convicted of armed robbery, not just the one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm there at 4:30am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm there at 5:30am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm there at 6:30am...and by this time I'm calling my job and telling them I probably won't make it in today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The states attorney comes in at 8am. And interviews me. for 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its 8:30. When I would have been at work....I am being taken home by a nice cop who says hes going on vacation that next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get home. Get in the shower to rinse the rest of the mace off me. Careful not to get any BACK into my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get into pjs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;update twitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-4800966127753597848?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/4800966127753597848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=4800966127753597848' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/4800966127753597848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/4800966127753597848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2008/09/everybodys-hero.html' title='Everybody&apos;s a Hero'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SNs3nHxT80I/AAAAAAAAAQc/XYrHWTcZngI/s72-c/v5he78.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-6264174272545223482</id><published>2008-09-09T22:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T22:15:16.474-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hamlet the AWESOME</title><content type='html'>Hey folks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I just heard some good news about this movie I did awhile ago... "Hamlet the Vampire Slayer" (which once was a play and then was a movie...written by my good friends Aaron Frale and Jason Witter)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie? It was chosen out of 300 entries to be in a festival ... &lt;a href="http://www.bmoviefest.com/"&gt;B Movie Fest&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that but it is one of 5 movies nominated (out of 12 movies total (down from 300)) for BEST PICTURE and BEST WRITER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyhoo you could say I'm pretty excited and hope all goes well. Also you could say that I wish I could GO see it and be there. But lets just all cross our little fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And congratulations to everyone involved. :) I love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a594.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/102/l_b3fc8b8a37ad3ccc9a78d33948637851.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://a594.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/102/l_b3fc8b8a37ad3ccc9a78d33948637851.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-6264174272545223482?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/6264174272545223482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=6264174272545223482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/6264174272545223482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/6264174272545223482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2008/09/hamlet-awesome.html' title='Hamlet the AWESOME'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-7018071078902783373</id><published>2008-08-30T15:56:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T16:23:35.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Barack Obama made me cry</title><content type='html'>I just watched Obamas acceptance speech. You know the one that 38 million people watched on television? The one where he spoke in front of 75,000+ people? The one that is 45 minutes long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. Obama is so very inspirational. He spoke with confidence and made me believe (ha! like i didn't before) that he will help America get to being the country we always say we are. He didn't make promises that he would do all the work. He told us that we as a country needed to take charge of ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because that is what a government is. The government does not tell you how to live. The government is there to protect us from being attacked and to help us believe we are doing everything by ourselves....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tao Te Ching&lt;br /&gt;#17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the Master governs, the people&lt;br /&gt;are hardly aware that he exists.&lt;br /&gt;Next best is a leader who is loved.&lt;br /&gt;Next, one who is feared.&lt;br /&gt;The worst is one who is despised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't trust the people,&lt;br /&gt;you make them untrustworthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Master doesn't talk, he acts.&lt;br /&gt;When his work is done,&lt;br /&gt;the people say, "Amazing:&lt;br /&gt;we did it, all by ourselves!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly believe Obama will act instead of talk. Because he is a diplomat more than a dictator, he will act through trust, love, and positivity. Instead of acting through fear and hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One interesting thing did come to mind.....Did we "need" Bush to "get" Obama? Would people rally this hard for someone if we didn't need him to get us out of this pit of dispair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were comfortable. We were doing very well until Bush came along. And when he did, the things the government opened our eyes to...would they have come to light if he hadn't been in office?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would we have needed him as much as we do now, and therefore getting him to help us through this governmental/environmental/technological change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just something that came to mind. Something that even though that doesn't make these past 8 years any better, it makes me hopeful that we are finally out of it. Finally out of this mess....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember when Bush was going to be "out of office in 2 years"? .....hey...its only 5 more months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream that McCain won the election. But they had only counted 4 states of votes. I was scared. I shouldn't be scared of what my government is. I should BE my government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people are the government. The government is not there to control the people....Tony Benn says it best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a3HyK5rB9jY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a3HyK5rB9jY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Barack Obama made me cry. I cried because everything he said in his speech is everything I think about America. And everything I hope for in America. Because I'm American.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-7018071078902783373?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/7018071078902783373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=7018071078902783373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/7018071078902783373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/7018071078902783373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2008/08/barack-obama-made-me-cry.html' title='Barack Obama made me cry'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-7724912938991755113</id><published>2008-07-29T10:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T10:35:15.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.yourmoviestuff.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/step-brothers_will-ferrell_john-c-reilly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.yourmoviestuff.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/step-brothers_will-ferrell_john-c-reilly.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;STEP BROTHERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I laughed so hard at this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all must go see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly thought it was going to be real cheesy and all about how these 40 year olds had to get a job or else they'd be "kicked out".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't like "plot" in your movies...at least, taking the center of the stage...then you'd like this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if you like cussing, gross ball references, the crazy stuff that comes out of Will Ferrell and John C. Reilly's mouths, and wonderful late 70s - early 80s t-shirts, then you'll like this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also. the word Man-gina. If you like that word then you'll like this flick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh also, hilarious close ups of Will and John looking confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll like this movie. Trust me. Its hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean...unless you don't like hilarity. Or you can't just enjoy a gross stupid movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you know what else i Liked about this movie? The women held their own. Sure they were crazy too, but we didn't get any of this "Superbad" woman-slut stuff. Or just a "mans" point of view on everything. Yup, these women, some crazy some not, were strong characters. And I like strong women characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit.&lt;br /&gt;Go see it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-7724912938991755113?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/7724912938991755113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=7724912938991755113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/7724912938991755113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/7724912938991755113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2008/07/step-brothers-i-laughed-so-hard-at-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-2878291596140394539</id><published>2008-07-22T15:33:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T15:52:09.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A tour of Chic....Gotham?</title><content type='html'>Hello friends. By now I am assuming you have seen Batman: Dark Knight. And if you are anything like me, you have seen it twice and looking forward to seeing it a third time on IMAX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. I saw ol' Dark Knight on Thursday at 12am. So technically Friday at 12am. I got home at a decent hour (4:45am) and woke up to get to work by 10am. I was very tired but very excited because on this particular day I was at work, I could have a "tour" of Gotham City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't know already, Dark Knight was filmed in Chicago. No I was not in it. It took me maybe 3 minutes to get used to the movie because I am so familiar with Downtown Chicago but once I did (i.e. when the window exploded) I was amazed at the film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this isn't about Dark Knight. Its about Gotham. And my tour the very next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I have compiled for you here are photos of Gotham/Chicago and what was filmed there. Cause why? Because its fun. That's why. And my job rocks. That's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When they start evacuating the city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SIZGiO1vUdI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Yf1vhlTuAZM/s1600-h/helicopters+batman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SIZGiO1vUdI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Yf1vhlTuAZM/s320/helicopters+batman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225941971523031506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where the mayors office is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SIZGic5toGI/AAAAAAAAAMI/F64wuj5y4lk/s1600-h/Mayors+office+batman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SIZGic5toGI/AAAAAAAAAMI/F64wuj5y4lk/s320/Mayors+office+batman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225941975297794146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Evacuating the towns folk and prisoners&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SIZGiYPeDyI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/5CCwpMFZj0o/s1600-h/Navy+Pier+Batman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SIZGiYPeDyI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/5CCwpMFZj0o/s320/Navy+Pier+Batman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225941974046871330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The beginning...robbing the bank..Also..GPD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SIZGi9MBRZI/AAAAAAAAAMY/zKr3J6s1BkE/s1600-h/robbing+the+bank+batman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SIZGi9MBRZI/AAAAAAAAAMY/zKr3J6s1BkE/s320/robbing+the+bank+batman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225941983964513682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When the swat truck flies out of lower Wacker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SIZGjFKhczI/AAAAAAAAAMg/clJJFAQbjlg/s1600-h/Swat+batman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SIZGjFKhczI/AAAAAAAAAMg/clJJFAQbjlg/s320/Swat+batman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225941986105717554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...the Penthouse. ETC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SIZHFw0e9KI/AAAAAAAAAMo/7O1CtGZmmvg/s1600-h/the+penthouse+batman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SIZHFw0e9KI/AAAAAAAAAMo/7O1CtGZmmvg/s320/the+penthouse+batman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225942581939991714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well that's it...for now. I can't get a good picture of The Chicago Board of Trade, which was the building at the end of the street when the FUNERAL happens (Whose? I can't tell you, you might have not seen it yet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, its all in good fun. And I hope you enjoyed my pictures. Here's one for you to leave with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had this for lunch today. It was delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SIZHxXT6lgI/AAAAAAAAAMw/v8rWCm0-og8/s1600-h/Photo+127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SIZHxXT6lgI/AAAAAAAAAMw/v8rWCm0-og8/s320/Photo+127.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225943331006748162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;mango and raspberries!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-2878291596140394539?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/2878291596140394539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=2878291596140394539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/2878291596140394539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/2878291596140394539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2008/07/tour-of-chicgotham.html' title='A tour of Chic....Gotham?'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SIZGiO1vUdI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Yf1vhlTuAZM/s72-c/helicopters+batman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-4240980420729549082</id><published>2008-07-21T21:46:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T22:45:22.299-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And now it's my turn.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SIVQLQoRp4I/AAAAAAAAAL4/Awaj6HJZoVU/s1600-h/Photo+125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SIVQLQoRp4I/AAAAAAAAAL4/Awaj6HJZoVU/s320/Photo+125.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225671097006008194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, the following is a lot more dramatic than I intended it to be. But that's just the way I am right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night I had a dream I found my birth mother. I've never had a dream like that. in the 27 years I've been alive I've never had a dream about finding her. I had a dream when I was 6 that my parents didn't know my brother and I were thier children...but it also had a volcano and lava people in it. And I've come to terms with that dream because it was 21 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this one, it was like, I met up with her. And her hair was long at first. And she had a long face. And it was old. And I didn't try and find what we had in common until later when she suddenly had very short curly hair and I said "I want to know where I got my straight hair from" and she didn't reply. And I introduced her to someone saying "hey I found my birth mother".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't about her. This dream is about me. Who am I? You wouldn't understand as well as if you were adopted yourself, but I'll give you the confidence that you could try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what is in my blood. I don't know what my blood/gene - culture is. I can guess all I want. People can tell me what they think...all they want. That won't get me any closer. Who do I look like most? My birth mother or birth father? Do I have any siblings out there? Am I destined to get some weird genetic disease I don't know about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can try and find her. And I could find her and we could reunite and she could tell me all about myself. But I always think...what if she doesn't want to be found? What if she is dead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adoptees, I read somewhere, have the deepest underlying abandonment issues. Whether it was ultimately good for the child to be adopted (and it WAS.), the little baby inside doesn't know why they've been given up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel bad for me. I know I couldn't have picked a better family. One that loves me more than the world. That helps me pursue my very crazy (but very real) dream. I honestly am so thankful I was put up for adoption. Thank you. THANK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still think about that stuff. I'm not all candy and lollipops. But this dream. I...haven't been myself for the past week. Things have gone on that I don't exactly regret...and aren't a huge deal..but jesus, I don't do those things. Me, Leslie, don't do those things. Other things that have to do with my career happened and even though people tell me I'm good, I'm talented, I got "the stuff"...I still take a hit when I don't get called back. And its because I am rushing myself. Trying to get to the end of the dream before I have time to savor what I have now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not writing. I'm not reading (right now), I'm not acting (in a sketch/play) and these things are what make me happy. So when I don't do them...I feel...empty. Empty in a way that makes me just ..surf the net and think of how things can be. And not DO anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been NOT doing anything for like...2 months. And I feel bleh. I am bleh right now. (though getting this out makes me feel better). I am having dreams about trying to find out who I really am. I thought I knew. You never really know. Anticipating what you'll do but having surprises at every turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a rut I'm in. Been in one before, got out of it. But this one isn't just my career. Its my life....my job (why am I so nervous to talk into a friggin microphone?)...my relationships (okay...why do so many people ask why I don't have a boyfriend? I DON'T KNOW. It's not that I don't want one. I can think of a perfectly good person...)...my house...(get it together and clean up already!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And can I go on a little bit more of a rant right now? What IS wrong with me that I don't have a boyfriend? There is one thing that has been the same in all of my "relationships" and its me. SO...uh...am I intimidating? gross? boring? Do I have too many ...I don't even KNOW. honestly.&lt;br /&gt;What is the deal. Agh. its frustrating. I do everything wrong. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyhoo. That's my stuff I have on my mind. Here I'll leave you with 2 things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A poem I wrote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whispers&lt;br /&gt;A shadow&lt;br /&gt;I feel you around me&lt;br /&gt;I know you're here&lt;br /&gt;Old soul. My oldest best friend&lt;br /&gt;with me since the world began&lt;br /&gt;we are seperated by life&lt;br /&gt;one alive one a spirit&lt;br /&gt;but we are one&lt;br /&gt;together we can conquer the universe&lt;br /&gt;together we will always be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A video I did. :) It makes me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music is obviously The Beatles - "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds" please don't hurt me cause I used it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-625b082d35a2b04b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D625b082d35a2b04b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330428394%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D24BA30B0F3EB0B6661DAD71C3DE94D0F862A6818.3B4F6F08E040760D9858D72E4280EE13637CE3E9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D625b082d35a2b04b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmLW38d1kEnv3R6rC2daEQo21dkc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D625b082d35a2b04b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330428394%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D24BA30B0F3EB0B6661DAD71C3DE94D0F862A6818.3B4F6F08E040760D9858D72E4280EE13637CE3E9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D625b082d35a2b04b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmLW38d1kEnv3R6rC2daEQo21dkc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-4240980420729549082?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=625b082d35a2b04b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/4240980420729549082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=4240980420729549082' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/4240980420729549082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/4240980420729549082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2008/07/and-now-its-my-turn.html' title='And now it&apos;s my turn.'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SIVQLQoRp4I/AAAAAAAAAL4/Awaj6HJZoVU/s72-c/Photo+125.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-3412661977431041380</id><published>2008-07-16T13:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T13:35:03.437-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When I got better at Paint</title><content type='html'>Or "PaintBRUSH" as its called in the mac world. Not that I have anything against Adobe Illustrator, but i'm much better at paint. It just works out that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO this is what I'm doing for my team Roboctopus! I'm making a picture for each of us. To have. To do stuff with. Blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my first one! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i110.photobucket.com/albums/n118/ldnesbit/Freddie.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i110.photobucket.com/albums/n118/ldnesbit/Freddie.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-3412661977431041380?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/3412661977431041380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=3412661977431041380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/3412661977431041380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/3412661977431041380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2008/07/when-i-got-better-at-paint.html' title='When I got better at Paint'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-5740187765097597305</id><published>2008-07-14T22:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T23:44:26.508-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The day I got "Paint" back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i110.photobucket.com/albums/n118/ldnesbit/DowntheStreet.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i110.photobucket.com/albums/n118/ldnesbit/DowntheStreet.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i110.photobucket.com/albums/n118/ldnesbit/HisBicep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i110.photobucket.com/albums/n118/ldnesbit/HisBicep.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beware. More is coming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-5740187765097597305?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/5740187765097597305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=5740187765097597305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/5740187765097597305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/5740187765097597305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-i-got-paint-back.html' title='The day I got &quot;Paint&quot; back'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-8559616969296398025</id><published>2008-07-11T10:58:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T11:26:58.955-05:00</updated><title type='text'>News. Niuz. Nooz</title><content type='html'>So. Remember this bruise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SHeDYLZ0jVI/AAAAAAAAALQ/r645Ngup5SQ/s1600-h/Photo+120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SHeDYLZ0jVI/AAAAAAAAALQ/r645Ngup5SQ/s320/Photo+120.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221786744360570194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I finally figured out where it came from. I always knew it was from the ol' work place, but little did I know it was from repeated bangings against one bar on the boat. That bruise my friends, is from me reaching through a fence for a line (rope..if you will) to hook up the boat. 3 times a day I do it and don't really realize I hit my arm that hard.&lt;br /&gt;Now that I know I don't have cancer, I am pretty excited to be able to tell people about my bruise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how you sometimes think you have cancer? I think it's probably a common thought, what with the media constantly telling us that we probably will get cancer from eating. Yes. Just eating will give us cancer. Sun will. Second-hand smoke. Looking at things. Working with people. Working alone. Being lazy. Smiling. etc. You know all this, I don't have to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have health insurance. So that brings me a little past the "doing okay" curve. Where as if you had health insurance, you feel healthy because you know that if you got sick you can just skip over to the doctor and get it fixed. Well, I know that if I got sick, I'd either have to go to the emergency room (if a bone is sticking out of my arm) or just sit at home and drink emergen-C until I feel better. But I also have the additional "I hope I don't fall down these stairs or get hit by that car, (or in my case) fall off this boat because I don't have enough money to pay for an ambulance to go 3 feet with me in it"....This causes stress. Stress and a constant paranoia of "I haven't gone to the doctor for a couple of years, I hope I don't have cancer".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I discovered where I got this bruise (and the prekarious knot that came with it) I was So very happy that it wasn't some cancer of the muscle or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, working on said boat, I have worked up an awesome tan (and its only JULY!) and some kick ass biceps. I was honestly standing in front of the mirror the other night and flexing. I became a 23 year old boy and was FLEXING in front of a mirror. What a douche! :) hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also. This tv...you see here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SHeGoOG-pcI/AAAAAAAAALY/jm8sZ7FNhQc/s1600-h/Photo+122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SHeGoOG-pcI/AAAAAAAAALY/jm8sZ7FNhQc/s320/Photo+122.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221790318499636674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;has a limited life left. And not because its going to stop working. But because of the February 17th "All Digital" requirement for all tvs. No more antennas! A normal person would not even care about that requirement because they don't have a tv that uses an antenna anymore. But I do. I do. &lt;br /&gt;I've had this tv since I was little. When we took road trips it was powered by the cigarette lighter and my brother and I watched whatever it could pick up. Then it disappeared for a bit. And I don't know when, but I did discover it again and made it mine. This is my bedroom tv. My tv I watch when I'm going to bed. When I get up in the morning. Whether or not I actually listen to it, it's on in the background. &lt;br /&gt;It's going to die soon. I don't think I can buy a box for this tv. Do I even want to? Ah. Sadness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, you ever have someone in the back of your mind and you can't stop thinking about them and its not like you are trying to think about them, but they constantly keep distracting you without even being there? You ever just want to just...be near someone...just for like a few minutes, so that your day would be a bit better? A few minutes, but more would be...more would be the best option? You ever forget what was going on right after you hugged (just Hugged!) someone? Have you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, from all of us here in my bedroom (me and my tv), I'll talk to you later. Why? Because I don't have cancer and I gotta go celebrate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-8559616969296398025?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/8559616969296398025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=8559616969296398025' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/8559616969296398025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/8559616969296398025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2008/07/so.html' title='News. Niuz. Nooz'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SHeDYLZ0jVI/AAAAAAAAALQ/r645Ngup5SQ/s72-c/Photo+120.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-5648431124808982846</id><published>2008-06-20T12:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T14:28:57.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm 27!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I AM 27!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD. How long have I been waiting to be this age? Last I recall I wanted to be 27 when I was 14. No particular reason other than it is my favorite number. Then the crazy imagination and obsessed "vampire" wishes got in the way and I put it in the universe that I was going to become a vampire at the age of 27. (let's not get upset that I am not one yet, I still have a whole year)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOY. What a great life. Hey, lets talk about myself at age 27! Why you ask? Since I've been waiting to be this age for as long as forever, I think its pretty much a huge milestone for me. And because of that I want to evaluate myself at age 27 (!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SFwDgmnGGZI/AAAAAAAAALI/pXdXZwJQ_2w/s1600-h/Lesliesexy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SFwDgmnGGZI/AAAAAAAAALI/pXdXZwJQ_2w/s320/Lesliesexy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214046327243413906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Television:&lt;/span&gt; I LOVE Science fiction shows! DOCTOR WHO being one of them. I love anything that has to do with space/future/time travel/etc!!! I can't get enough of them! Last night I watched "Fear Itself" and it was about this guy who switched bodies with another guy. BUT THAT guy was a mass murderer and the other guy wasn't, and the innocent guy was in the bad guys body and was being persecuted for crimes he technically didn't commit!!!&lt;br /&gt;Boy, do I love stuff like that. At age 27 (!) I feel I have grown enough to reign in and know what I do like and what I do not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Books: &lt;/span&gt;Talk about fantasy and science fiction. I wasn't much of a reader until a couple of years ago when I started reading Harry Potter. Now, after reading ol' HP 3 times I've gone on to more...books. Not necessarily different books, they are all fantasy/science fiction etc. I'm currently reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twilight, New Moon, and Eclipse&lt;/span&gt; (for the second time) by Stephenie Meyer. OH man, if any vampire book were more romantic I would explode. Before I got into&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Twilight&lt;/span&gt;, I read 4 of the I-don't-know-how-many Anne Rice vampire chronicles. Then I started reading more books about Harry Potter, but finally I picked up &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt;. (for a change of pace...) Proceeding to read all three books in a week and a half (over 1400 pages at least)...I gave them to all of my friends to read as well.&lt;br /&gt;But WAIT. After Twilight, I finally broke down and bought &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Night Watch&lt;/span&gt; By Sergei Lukyanenko. Then very soon after I bought &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Day Watch&lt;/span&gt;. And I will buy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twilight Watch&lt;/span&gt; in the next couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;These books are SO wonderful and fun. Again, they are science fiction and Sergei creates a wonderful world that lives among our "normal, boring" world. I had seen the movies Night Watch and Day Watch before reading the books, but love the books more because there is SO much more they ain't even touched on in the books. At the age of 27 (!) I'm glad I'm a reader and as of right now I don't wanna branch out to other things (other than fantasy...heheee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But enough about books!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Video Games:&lt;/span&gt; Hey, I love video games. Still have the Sega Genesis my parents gave me when I was 13. I also have a Nintendo 64, but had to store it away for the WII that I bought myself last year. Although I do not have many games YET for the Wii, I completely love it. And I blame my friend Dan who DOES have more games than me, because I go over there and play the games therefore satiating my thirst for playing video games. And thus, never go out and buy games for myself. ANYHOO. I love video games. Any kind really, and at age 27 (!) I've got to admit I'm pretty good at them. Pretty FRIGGIN good. Challenge me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Food:&lt;/span&gt; Oh man, do I miss red chili. But hey guess what I can cook. Whats more important than that? I never cook. I know I can, I'm good at it if I try hard enough, but I don't. When I first moved to ol' Chicago, I gained weight and weighed the most ever (154lbs). Why? Well, I really think it was stress eating. I mean good god I just moved away from the only city I ever knew into a city I had only been to once. It's pretty stressful. But now? Well at age 27 (!!) I feel more in tuned with my body and what I want to eat, when I am hungry, if I am full etc. I eat what I want, I am not dieting, I sometimes splurge but know that tomorrow is a new day. I know myself enough to KNOW myself. Oh and I'm starting to like tomatoes. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jobs:&lt;/span&gt; We all know people need to have jobs to live. Money in particular. Well, I must admit I have had the office job, I've worked 8-5,  7-4, 9-5 etc. And although I get paid more (and therefore do not have to ask my parents for help sometimes) I don't like those jobs. I literally feel my soul being sucked away! But LO and behold I have found a wonderful job on the Chicago River. I am a deckhand/tour guide. At age 27 (!) I wouldn't have thought I would be living by a river let alone working on it. Its a big deal for a desert woman like me!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i110.photobucket.com/albums/n118/ldnesbit/leslie1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i110.photobucket.com/albums/n118/ldnesbit/leslie1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Career:&lt;/span&gt; Most of you know what my difference is between a "job" and a "career". But some don't. Well, my job as a deckhand isn't my career. Being a comedian is my career. And I've been "at it" since I was oh....12? But seriously dedicated since I was 15. Those 3 years in there was me Foolin around. Now, I just need to get even MORE seriously  dedicated and get better at marketing myself. Etc etc. etc. Whatever. At age 27 (!) I am living my dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Relationship:&lt;/span&gt; I have great friends. I meet people everyday that I know I would love to hang out with more. But what do I do? I lay on my couch. I have several very close friends, few besties, and a lot of good friends I just love to have around me. I'm not afraid of meeting people! I'm not shy anymore, I know that the best way to get over that is to ask questions about that person. Because what does a person love to do? Talk about themselves. So, what do I do? Ask them questions. I know people all over the country and even a few over in Japan. (the only other place I've been that is far from the US). We all know (because I've mentioned it here a bunch) I do not have a manlyman in my life, but just as well I know it's partly my fault and you can't love another person until you love yourself. (Which I Thought I did, sooooo ....oh who knows). I am starting to get fed up with being single and at age 27 (!) I think this year will be different. In fact I've made it a mission to make it different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i110.photobucket.com/albums/n118/ldnesbit/DSC02194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i110.photobucket.com/albums/n118/ldnesbit/DSC02194.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Family: &lt;/span&gt;Got them all still. Love them. I'm so glad my brother's back in my life and my mom calls me often enough that we can just sit on the phone in silence because we got nothing to say. They are extremely supportive of me, they love me and I love them. I worry about my dad riding his motorcycle but know that he is doing what he loves. My mom shows me being outgoing will make people around you relax and feel like they matter. My brother worries about me enough to call me everyday to make sure I "write that auditioner and ask what I could do better"...He still hasn't written back. My grandma writes me letters about her life in the very nice retirement community she lives in and sounds very happy when I call her.  At age 27 (!) I feel just as loved as if I were that cute fat 3 year old running around in our backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i110.photobucket.com/albums/n118/ldnesbit/Photo3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i110.photobucket.com/albums/n118/ldnesbit/Photo3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dreams:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Literal Dreams?&lt;/span&gt; they rock. I've only heard 2 other peoples dreams that could be as crazy as mine are. The other day I dreamt I was in "hell" but it was just a night-time-comic-book-city. And the crosswalks were alive, if you didn't walk across them in enough time they would eat you. And the ice cream in the shop I went to had eyeballs in the cones instead of iced cream. I effing love my dreams. Love them. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Figurative dreams?&lt;/span&gt; The ones I've planned out for myself? They haven't changed. I'm still going to have a domed room with a trampoline in it and velcro walls. I still want a lime green VW bus with beads in the window. I still want to be a vampire. I still want to be on SNL and make and write movies with my friends and by myself. I want to be loved and admired (WHO doesn't?). At age 27 (!) if anything they just got more details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Imagination:&lt;/span&gt; my mother says she just loves my imagination. I don't see anything special about it, (I've been living with it for 27 years) but I do know that "when people get older" they seem to get more ....boring. Not anyone around me. Not as far as I can tell. Older people do seem to be more critical of things. Can't accept things. Don't want to "have fun" by pretending that "behind that mirror" there could be a whole 'nuther world that we don't even know about. Why wouldn't you want to pretend that? I honestly don't understand people who can't 'pretend'. And at age 27 (!) I'm thankful I still have that imagination. I'm thankful I can still play and pretend and ....try and stay up as late as possible one night...just for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i110.photobucket.com/albums/n118/ldnesbit/DSC01205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i110.photobucket.com/albums/n118/ldnesbit/DSC01205.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;religion: &lt;/span&gt;I had it figured out maybe 2 years ago? Lately I'm still trying to figure out what it is to me. I don't have one particular religion I'm going after. Taoism and Buddhism make the most sense to me. I do believe in reincarnation, old souls (i've talked about this before), and maybe even an afterlife somewhere. But as for a particular religion (even T and B) I don't have the discipline to adhere to what they say and what they say only. I think its cause I don't like people telling me what to do. But at age 27 (!) I have one philosophy I came up with when I was younger... As long as it doesn't physically or emotionally or mentally hurt me, then go ahead and do it.&lt;br /&gt;(this doesn't condone murder or rape etc. on other people...thats different...its kinda like...Hey. you're a transvestite? You wanna tattoo  your face? I don't care. Why should I care. Go ahead. But you wanna tattoo MY face? no no no.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt; I'm more organized, understand politics more, understand EVERYTHING a lot more, and have the ability to make decisions based on 'past experiences'.  I know my bad habits, good habits, loves, hates, and honestly can't wait until I found out more about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Age 27. I've got so much to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i110.photobucket.com/albums/n118/ldnesbit/2YEAROLDLESLIE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i110.photobucket.com/albums/n118/ldnesbit/2YEAROLDLESLIE.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-5648431124808982846?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/5648431124808982846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=5648431124808982846' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/5648431124808982846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/5648431124808982846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-27.html' title='I&apos;m 27!!!!!'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SFwDgmnGGZI/AAAAAAAAALI/pXdXZwJQ_2w/s72-c/Lesliesexy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-3464919186524710752</id><published>2008-06-18T11:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T11:33:42.847-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Shoes...</title><content type='html'>Now why would I post a blog about new shoes? WHY? Well, because these shoes are some I haven't ever seen before. They are called Vibram Five Fingers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard of them? Have you seen pictures of them? NO? Well here they are....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://thegearjunkie.com/images/623.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I'm wearing these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, why are they so awesome? Let me tell you a little about me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to walking on flip flops every summer. And I walk barefoot whenever I can. These shoes enable me to walk barefoot but still have the protection of the soles for hot sidewalks. They FEEL so great on my feet. When I wear them I want to run more or walk faster and just leap around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel more free in a way. I wore these yesterday all day just running around doing my laundry ( walking up and down stairs ) and when it was time to go do a show I just walked out the door in these shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't FEEL like shoes. They feel like....bare FEET. I don't know how to describe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me say this. I walked around yesterday about 2 miles or so and when I got home I took off my shoes and didn't feel like I had to stretch out my feet. That they had been confined that whole time. It just kinda felt like I took off a layer of my foot. You know? They didn't hurt! My ankles didn't hurt. There just isn't any pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can you do in these? I could walk to the beach in them, walk around the sand, go swimming in the lake, and walk home. Without even thinking about the shoe.&lt;br /&gt;People run in them, go hiking, climbing, swimming, canoeing, yoga, and pilates! ANYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you might not want to go barefoot, or don't think going barefoot is a great idea...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;YOU : "What do you use for arch support?" .... &lt;br /&gt;ME : "My arch...I use my arch for arch support". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen, I wasn't born with tennis shoes on. ...and neither were you... &lt;a href="http://www.alun.dk/eng/artikler.asp?id=436"&gt;why walking barefoot is a good idea!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH good lord do i love these shoes... check out &lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vd3d3LnZpYnJhbWZpdmVmaW5nZXJzLmNvbS8=" target="_self"&gt;Vibram Five Fingers&lt;/a&gt; to learn more about them. And understand what I can't describe here. I should be paid for this advertisement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay summer. Yay barefeet. Yay birthday presents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-3464919186524710752?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/3464919186524710752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=3464919186524710752' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/3464919186524710752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/3464919186524710752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-new-shoes.html' title='My New Shoes...'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-7315225013852049689</id><published>2008-06-17T00:19:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T00:37:09.517-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What the hell?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SFdJeq5vlfI/AAAAAAAAAKo/3w_eUZ6mxOk/s1600-h/Photo+120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SFdJeq5vlfI/AAAAAAAAAKo/3w_eUZ6mxOk/s320/Photo+120.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212715884966024690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah what the hell? Where did I get this bruise? I know I work on a boat and bruises happen but...WHAT??? I didn't FEEL like I got hit hard enough to cause THAT. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SFdKZ0Nl-yI/AAAAAAAAAK4/bhfORvnMLEc/s1600-h/Photo+124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SFdKZ0Nl-yI/AAAAAAAAAK4/bhfORvnMLEc/s320/Photo+124.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212716901077482274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Actually I know exactly how I got the ones on my knees. Don't jump at a boat where there is steel fencing on the boat..just common sense really)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SFdKWW3hHCI/AAAAAAAAAKw/3DMAwDSylSM/s1600-h/Photo+123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SFdKWW3hHCI/AAAAAAAAAKw/3DMAwDSylSM/s320/Photo+123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212716841660652578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(that last picture is....real....statuesque...like i am a statue.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this one? Can you see it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SFdLfiag8-I/AAAAAAAAALA/oejZYduP-wc/s1600-h/Photo+121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SFdLfiag8-I/AAAAAAAAALA/oejZYduP-wc/s320/Photo+121.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212718098890683362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(in other news, I just searched for myself on google and I am #3 on the list...GO me)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-7315225013852049689?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/7315225013852049689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=7315225013852049689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/7315225013852049689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/7315225013852049689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-hell.html' title='What the hell?'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SFdJeq5vlfI/AAAAAAAAAKo/3w_eUZ6mxOk/s72-c/Photo+120.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-2994431625842309985</id><published>2008-06-05T16:50:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T17:21:00.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Time</title><content type='html'>Now is the time when I don't have enough time to write a lengthy blog. (or as I originally typed it glob. - been doing that a lot lately)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will update you with pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SEhgdl-IEmI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/5AM0lY4gusA/s1600-h/Photo+116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SEhgdl-IEmI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/5AM0lY4gusA/s320/Photo+116.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208519030579139170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so freaking hot right now. (ha. I'm listening to Van Halen-Right Now...right now. ) Yes that is a flavor-ice I am eating. Its so humid here I feel like I'm wearing chapstick....&lt;br /&gt;I painted my nails today... see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SEhg_YHtetI/AAAAAAAAAKA/tsNQW2Gu27M/s1600-h/Photo+117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SEhg_YHtetI/AAAAAAAAAKA/tsNQW2Gu27M/s320/Photo+117.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208519610976795346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's for a wedding. For these people ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SEhhtM2WXXI/AAAAAAAAAKI/aIOdYrpBndo/s1600-h/DSC02236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SEhhtM2WXXI/AAAAAAAAAKI/aIOdYrpBndo/s320/DSC02236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208520398225169778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan and Kelly. (lovely picture ain't it?) They get married in 2 days and...I'm assuming not much will change. I mean, besides the lovely rings they will have on each others fingers. :0) OH and they are going to leave me for a week. Phss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight is my last class at the Annoyance. I dumbly* didn't sign up in time for the next level and it sold out. S'ok though, I need to fix my car. I have a crack in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I freaked out at the season finale of LOST. I screamed at the screen. No show has made me scream at the screen as many times as LOST has. I'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what else...hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;#3 -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SEhiya1bqMI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/i9tIaZscC-c/s1600-h/DSC02662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SEhiya1bqMI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/i9tIaZscC-c/s320/DSC02662.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208521587390392514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to see The Kids in the Hall last Thursday with my absolute best friend Mandy. And we got to meet 3 out of the 5 Kids. They were all SO very nice. And I got a nice bug to write some sketches again.&lt;br /&gt;Which I will. Cause I wanna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here for your enjoyment are pictures of the lovely bride and groom at the wedding I attended...(i.e. this half of the blog was written AFTER the wedding...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SFBMmaJtshI/AAAAAAAAAKY/XGgx9ojbel4/s1600-h/DSC02329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SFBMmaJtshI/AAAAAAAAAKY/XGgx9ojbel4/s320/DSC02329.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210748991606469138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;CUTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had a more in depth talk with my co-worker and Captain about my "relationship" issues. And ..bottomline people? I'm picky and I give up too easily. But is it too much to ask for someone who wants to surprise me once in a while? With say..a card..or...a dinner...or something. I mean, to show that they were thinking of me. Thats really all I ask. Are you thinking of me like I am thinking of you? Show it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather than get more into it, I will show you with a picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SFBNjeT81EI/AAAAAAAAAKg/bv69bEPQPuw/s1600-h/Photo+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SFBNjeT81EI/AAAAAAAAAKg/bv69bEPQPuw/s320/Photo+115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210750040695166018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Are you there God? It's me, Leslie.&lt;br /&gt;Where is my boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing. I'm almost 27. The age I always wanted to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me. 8 days. 27.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I where I wanted to be? Well, lets be honest. The only thing I wanted when I was 27 was to be a vampire. So...I have 8 days for that to happen (or technically any time throughout my 27th year). Otherwise, I didn't have specific goals to be "here" at "this time". I am further than I thought I would be at age 14...scratch that. I thought I would be married to Dave Navarro and on SNL by then. But..hey I had no idea I would have to actually WORK towards it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy. I'm excited for the future. And I'm poor. What more could a girl want? oh yeah...refer to #5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Dumbly - I was going to but it was 11am (when we were supposed to call) and I forgot until 11:30, when I remembered I was in a loud boat on the lake....SO....i can't afford it Thats the official excuse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-2994431625842309985?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/2994431625842309985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=2994431625842309985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/2994431625842309985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/2994431625842309985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2008/06/picture-time.html' title='Picture Time'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/SEhgdl-IEmI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/5AM0lY4gusA/s72-c/Photo+116.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-8872497549631413015</id><published>2008-04-26T00:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T00:52:13.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I think about</title><content type='html'>Well it's a Friday night and I'm just chillin out at my house. After a long day of spending time with myself (i.e. on the computer and watching tv) my mind tends to wander a bit. Minds tend to do that when they're bored! But it was going to rain today and rained quite a bit tonight and with severe thunderstorm warnings and everything, I had to stay in. Just HAD to. So...I thought about things I could be doing: Like learning the tour I have to know in maybe a week or more, a restaurant gift certificate I have to buy for a friends bridal shower, if I actually want to go out late tonight or not, I should get up and exercise and what kinda things do I want to eat?&lt;br /&gt;Trivial stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But more real things come up from time to time like: Am I doing the right thing with my life? What would happen if I just left, left for a year and traveled the world? Would people miss me? Would I miss the life I have now? Why am I so scared to open myself to people sometimes? I wish all my friends and family could live where I live, that way I could see them more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unemployment brings up lots of things you try not to think about when you are busy working 9-5 and rehearsing for a play the rest of the time. I think I overthink things. Over think in a way that it doesn't become all that important anymore. I mean, not everything, but most important things. Although sometimes its a good thing I think, because then you weigh every option and try and foresee all conclusions....forgive me. I'm reading this book "Day Watch" (science fiction of course) where these people get to see all lines of possibilities of everything. And it makes you Think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would that be a good thing? I suppose it would be. Then you could stop making some mistakes you wish you wouldn't have made. And make mistakes that you can see will make things better. &lt;br /&gt;It would be a bad thing too. You wouldn't explore anymore. You wouldn't be surprised. You would just be a mush of stuff that knew when everything would happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So would it be such a bad thing for me to just go off on a road trip or go to a different country and get to know people there? But that would make all the work I've done here go away, and I'd have to try again and get to know more people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had a plan for my life for...oh I don't know...14 years. Its as simple as just wanting to make people laugh for a living. (And not getting caught up in the politics of success). But its as complicated as me making lists of actors I'd love to work with, movies I'd love to write, tv shows I'd love to be on/I'd love to host. Practicing how I'd answer questions Conan O'Brien asks and getting his admiration by making him laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ever think, when you are in an airplane, that the people you are sharing this space with never existed to you until you saw them at that moment? And yet they have complicated lives and families and friends and places to go and dreams of their own. You never existed to them until that moment. That one moment when you walked by each other, never to speak or laugh together, cry or dream with one another. And you exist. And they exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are things I think about. I'd love to make those people laugh. Come out of a movie theatre and talk about "that movie" and quote it months later, much like my friends and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those people. I want to reach them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry about me though, I know I will. I know it because I have no other plans really. Other than to just go off to another country and explore. Which I know I'll be able to do once I get what I want here. I just have to be patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I've told you...mystery reader...but I believe in reincarnation. Definitely. My mom tells me I'm an old soul. (oh mothers :-) ) But she has said other people say the same thing about me. And maybe I've bought into it or maybe it really is true. But I do believe you can tell a new soul vs. an old soul. Maybe it's in my brain only, but if you really listen to people and watch what they do...its easy to see old and new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe I'm on the last few of my lives (and by few...I mean...more than a few) right now. Because I feel relaxed about living life. Relaxed and confident that my dreams will come true. And I can't explain it in words about how I feel. But I can feel the world and things and an absolute energy that they emit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno. I had a dream the other night, where someone was in this museum and was looking at an exhibit of different religions of the world. And they didn't like "christianity" or even "taoism" or "buddhism" and they couldn't figure out where they stood. And I came up to them and explained to them about an energy that the earth and everything on it gave off. And it supported the earth and it was this bright blue light that no one was afraid of because it was Peace in all its entirety and all you had to do was FEEL it. Absorb it and become it and you would feel okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel okay. I feel great. Though, I'm a bit tired....well, because I didn't do anything today, and it's 12:30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ...these are things I think about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-8872497549631413015?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/8872497549631413015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=8872497549631413015' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/8872497549631413015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/8872497549631413015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2008/04/things-i-think-about.html' title='Things I think about'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-1465841961304711276</id><published>2008-04-20T13:36:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T00:33:28.871-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Glimpse into New Mexican Culture -Our Skies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/R_gEzkcnILI/AAAAAAAAAIs/UKjd5HzQ6Fc/s1600-h/Photo%7E7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/R_gEzkcnILI/AAAAAAAAAIs/UKjd5HzQ6Fc/s400/Photo%7E7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185900254920646834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now before you start arguing on why your cities sky is much better...read this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Mexico. Land of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Enchantment&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(or enTRAPment if you are between the ages of 13 and 18)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have lots of sky here. LOTS of it. So much that when I was searching for New Mexican "Sky" pictures I found many other people blogging about how wonderful the skies are here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://walterjonwilliams.blogspot.com/2007/04/sky-glow.html"&gt;Angel Station&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.atmajyoti.org/blog/photos/new-ashram-photos/index.html"&gt;Atma Jyoti&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://caffeinatedgonzo.wordpress.com/category/new-mexico/"&gt;Caffeinated Gonzo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So why then are they so beautiful? How are they different?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well first, there isn't anyone I know that sits watching a New Mexican sunset saying "gross". Secondly, the layout (?) of our wonderful state (especially Albuquerque) allows you a view of practically everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This allows for wonderful skies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/R_gEakcnIKI/AAAAAAAAAIk/gZaMofluJLI/s1600-h/Photo%7E6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/R_gEakcnIKI/AAAAAAAAAIk/gZaMofluJLI/s400/Photo%7E6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185899825423917218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Bosque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite times in NM is monsoon season (July-August). Not only because we finally get moisture, but because around 4:00pm in the afternoon every day you can see the storms coming. The clouds? HUGE. I could swear they are at least 30 stories tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.atmajyoti.org/images/new-mexico-rainbow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.atmajyoti.org/images/new-mexico-rainbow.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A storm. (from the blog - Atma Jyoti)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the aformentioned storm you can watch the wonderful lightning strike the city in a blaze of glory. Let me explain. Because you get a view of everything, you can check out one side of the sky and talk about how the sun looks like one big red circle (you know what i mean..) and then BAM! Out in the corner of your eye is a smattering of lightning. This happens every day! (during a monsoon) Plus, watching it in the safety of your own home? Priceless.&lt;div&gt;And I say safety of your own home because New Mexico has a high rate of lightning striking people. Cause we like to be outside. To see the sky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.stormeffects.com/images/51607ApacheNtlForNM5cgZ!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.stormeffects.com/images/51607ApacheNtlForNM5cgZ!.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lightning on the mountains!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; Not to mention our sunsets. The sunsets in New Mexico can't be beat. In a recent trip to ol' NM, I took some pictures of our sunset for this blog. I realized its pretty hard to convert 6 pictures of a sunset into 1 panoramic picture of a sunset without the necessary tools. So what I'm asking you hear is to picture this 2-part sunset picture as 1. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our sunsets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i110.photobucket.com/albums/n118/ldnesbit/DSC02180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i110.photobucket.com/albums/n118/ldnesbit/DSC02180.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i110.photobucket.com/albums/n118/ldnesbit/DSC02181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i110.photobucket.com/albums/n118/ldnesbit/DSC02181.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the point in the blog where you go..."WHOA. That IS pretty. But wait, I bet you were in the country like many of these pictures I've been looking at have been taken. What about the city?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The city you ask? Well, reader, I walked probably 200 feet from my parents front door (in order not to get the trees in the picture) to see this wonderful sunset. In good old Albuquerque. The biggest city in New Mexico.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We used to live in the mountains where the Sandia's would block us from this spectacular view, but the view at night would make up for it. The view in NM's night skies? The Milky Way. You can SEE it. Not just a bunch of "stars" but a magnificent i-don't-know-what jumble of beauty. But I could be biased.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://home.wi.rr.com/astrophotography/mw1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://home.wi.rr.com/astrophotography/mw1.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Actually taken in New Mexico!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our skies. We love them. Most of us don't take them for granted ( I say most, because I can't speak for everybody). And so shouldn't you when you come visit our wonderful state. Can I recommend a good place to see the sunset? Anywhere in the east of ABQ (because its on a 'slant'), anywhere in the middle of New Mexico on the side of a road, anywhere on a mountain....Basically Anywhere my friend. Anywhere. So come see 'em and take a lot of pictures because you'll miss 'em when you're gone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-1465841961304711276?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/1465841961304711276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=1465841961304711276' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/1465841961304711276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/1465841961304711276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2008/03/glimpse-into-new-mexican-culture-our.html' title='A Glimpse into New Mexican Culture -Our Skies'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/R_gEzkcnILI/AAAAAAAAAIs/UKjd5HzQ6Fc/s72-c/Photo%7E7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-7360863052889976107</id><published>2008-04-19T00:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T00:29:39.225-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neighbor note frustration letter'/><title type='text'>The Neighbor of the Neighbor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;(This is a rant. I have not censored myself. I wish she would read this..oh how I wish)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Dear Downstairs Neighbors,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fuck you. You know what? It's Friday night. At 10:30pm. And you want me to be quiet so you can SLEEP? How old are you? Oh yeah you're 23. TWENTY THREE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you know that I SHUFFLE around when I walk during the day so that you don't get mad? I go out of my way to not make noise so that I don't hear that "Bang bang bang" on my floor...on a Monday ....at NOON.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who do you think you are? You don't own this place! You aren't some princess that gets what she wants. You aren't, sorry to break it to you but you are in the middle of Chicago, next to Wrigley Field, and you live by thousands of bars. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am NOT going to be quiet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH yeah. Thanks for introducing yourself to me and my roommate when we first moved here. Thanks for giving us a warm welcome with open arms. Thanks for that. Because thats what good neighbors do. You get to know each other...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh wait. Nope thats not what you did. 1 - 2 days into moving in? You came up and told us to be quiet, and said that it had been happening for 3 days now...guess what. That was our first night there. So...SHUT the fuck up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah and that first note? Where you said that we apparently controlled the heat? And you were this victim that we were out to get, keeping you frozen at night because we are evil monsters...WE don't control it. Never did. Your psycho boyfriend you argue with in the stairwell told you that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That second note? Where you said "I know you have to walk but..." and gave us some crazy "it didn't happen before" bullshit and STILL didn't introduce yourself? I still know you as "downstairs neighbor" and "below you". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me tell you something you son of a bitch. You will NEVER be happy with us. If I have to tiptoe up here (IN MY OWN LIVING SPACE THAT I'M PAYING FOR) you won't be happy. You should live in the fucking country by yourself because THAT is the quiet that you want. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YOU Shut up. YOU leave ME alone. I have had nothing but shitty high maintenance SHIT from you since I moved in and God damn it if it has made my life a more miserable. And you know what? Its not my fault. NO. IT IS NOT ME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey remember when on a Tuesday night at 6:30pm I accidentally dropped that picture frame? And I heard the "BANG BANG" from you? Remember that? I swear to god I will punch you in the mouth. IT SCARED ME TOO. I DROPPED A FUCKING PICTURE FRAME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GET a fucking life. Seriously. If you think for one moment that the "bang bang" will make it all better. Or being a big douche bag will make me FLOAT above the wood floor, you need to get a clue. YOU are in BED on a Friday night at 10:30. Not MY fault, don't make me as miserable as I'm sure you are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not a violent person. But you get under my skin and I don't like people under my skin. I don't LIKE you. NEVER will. Why? because you won't CALM DOWN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;STOP IT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your upstairs neighbor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-7360863052889976107?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/7360863052889976107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=7360863052889976107' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/7360863052889976107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/7360863052889976107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2008/04/neighbor-of-neighbor.html' title='The Neighbor of the Neighbor'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-8655294881830766194</id><published>2008-03-26T10:12:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T10:18:11.712-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tibet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='China'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Updates on Tibet...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/R-pn6EcnIJI/AAAAAAAAAHs/QhCfXud1F6Y/s1600-h/tibflag1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/R-pn6EcnIJI/AAAAAAAAAHs/QhCfXud1F6Y/s400/tibflag1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182068568566997138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More about Tibet!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://acorn.nationalinterest.in/2008/03/26/enter-the-hatchet-man/"&gt;The Acorn&lt;/a&gt; a blog from India that dissects an article on China/Tibet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pickledpolitics.com/archives/1808"&gt;Pickled Politics&lt;/a&gt; examines the attitudes different countries have taken towards the protests in Tibet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zonaeuropa.com/20080326_1.htm"&gt; EastSouthWest&lt;/a&gt; - about CNN’s Chinese bureau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read up and educate yourself! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-8655294881830766194?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/8655294881830766194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=8655294881830766194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/8655294881830766194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/8655294881830766194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2008/03/updates-on-tibet.html' title='Updates on Tibet...'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/R-pn6EcnIJI/AAAAAAAAAHs/QhCfXud1F6Y/s72-c/tibflag1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-491957310208190793</id><published>2008-03-13T13:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T13:36:08.248-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Glimpse into New Mexican Culture -The Zozobra</title><content type='html'>Today's glimpse will deal with a central New Mexican tradition (and perhaps all of New Mexico as well) of burning the Zozobra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people I talk to get this confused and ask if I mean the "Burning Man", an annual festival that takes place in Black Rock, Nevada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to demean the Burning Man. I'm sure it is a wonderful, can't-describe-it experience. But...you see...the Zozobra has been around for much longer. 84 years in fact, vs the 15 years (or so) that the Burning Man has been around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can probably tell from the last blog we New Mexicans are proud of our traditions, food, state in general. This is why in my heart I feel that the Zozobra is a bit better than the Burning Man.&lt;br /&gt;But lets get to the nitty gritty - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zozobra.com/"&gt;The Zozobra&lt;/a&gt; vs. &lt;a href="http://www.burningman.com/"&gt;The Burning Man&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Burning Man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.rgj.com/news/files/2005/09/03/78270_fp300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 287px;" src="http://www.rgj.com/news/files/2005/09/03/78270_fp300.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Burning Man festival seems to be much more popular than Zozobra. A festival that describes itself as an experience in community, radical self-expression and self-reliance, had 47,000+ attendees in 2007. So ...I guess, it IS much more popular.&lt;br /&gt;It's an 8 day festival ending on Labor Day (weekend) with the burning of the man. ...hence...Burning Man.&lt;br /&gt;This festival is complete with crazy concept art cars, people dancing with fire, and probably drugs. I'm assuming drugs. Honestly how can you experience THIS to its full extent if you AREN'T on drugs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started when two guys in 1986 got totally smashed in a desert and burned a wooden effigy of a human to symbolize "sticking it to the man".....Just kidding... they were actually on a beach.&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, it doesn't say much about why they burned the man or where they got the idea, except a hint towards a movie called "The Legend of Billie Jean" where they burned a wooden man at the end. Well, at least they didn't go see Ol' Man Gloom (Zozobra) and then pretend it was all their idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not until 1990 did they finally go to the desert (the Black Rock Desert to be more specific) to burn the MAN. The event became very "dadaist" which we all know means "mother-effing crazy shit".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1997 it became way more popular. So much so they actually had to think about applying for permits to burn the MAN. They have all kinds of bans now, some of which I think are pretty necessary for an 8 day festival in the middle of the desert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't bring dogs (what if they run away?)&lt;br /&gt;Don't have a bonfire (just wait until the last day!)&lt;br /&gt;Don't burn your own art (which is...i mean...you made it...so don't burn it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing to mention about The Burning Man is each year they have a theme. This year its "American Dream"...and the tickets cost like...$295 at the most! Whoa! What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look closely at this picture below, though I don't recommend it, because its really small and you'll hurt your eyes. This is what I assume is a satellite picture of the layout of Burning Man. The center being the Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mathies.com/blog/burningman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.mathies.com/blog/burningman.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now as much as it looks like this festival would be fun, and I think it would be, it just seems so spread out. How big IS the Burning Man when you are on the outside of the C? But lets not talk about Nevada too much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ZOZOBRA! or "Old Man Gloom"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.msu.edu/%7Ehockettj/zoportrait%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 170px;" src="http://www.msu.edu/%7Ehockettj/zoportrait%20copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh how I have a place in my heart for this green eyed, red lipped, orange haired man. I was apparently wrong when I stated that the Burning Man was more popular because 40,000+ people attended the festival. Well, over 40,000 people go to Zozobra as well! Although they are hidden in the city of Santa Fe I would guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Ol Zozobra. Now I want to note that the wikipedia site for the Zozobra is WAY smaller than the Burning Man site. This just proves one point that I had thought it was less popular. Now I'm just thinking, hey, maybe we don't care if people don't know about the Zozobra. So Eff off. EFF off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Zozobra isn't some crazy puppet people burn for no reason. Oh no. This man takes all your years worries and burns them up in a rip-roarin, firey death. But lets not get ahead of ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fiestas_de_Santa_Fe"&gt;The Fiestas de Santa Fe&lt;/a&gt; is where this all starts. An annual "celebration" of the peaceful retaking of Santa Fe by the Spanish from the Pueblos in 1692. I say "celebration" because if you ask a Pueblo, I'm sure they might disagree. What with the "it was my land first" kind of thing. So... we burn the Zozobra at the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; of the festival (instead of the end). Kind of a lets get our crappy year behind us and start a-new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Take THAT Mr. GLOOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/4/4f/Zozobra_Fire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/4/4f/Zozobra_Fire.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people do go to the burning of Zozobra, though I doubt the majority of them are in the festival grounds. When I went I was on a roof of a house....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there isn't much history beyond this (i.e. wikipedia don't have much details) , but there are plenty of first hand accounts of people who go to such a celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've only been to the Zozobra once, but remember when I was a kid they'd show it on the tv. When I did go, like I said, I was on a roof of a house. We ran into these people and they invited us over for beer. They burned their own mini-zozobra before the real one and we all got drunk. My favorite part of the Zozobra, which I haven't mentioned until now was the moaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zozobra MOANS and GROANS and ROARS and all kinds of awesome shit like that. I mean, come on. Thats Effing awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second account comes from our friend Kelly. Who lived in Santa Fe and probably went to the Zozobra more times than a monkey has smelled his own poo. ok sorry that was gross. I've edited it a bit....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...when i was in high school we'd go regularly - this was when it was still on a friday night, instead of now being on a Thursday (one time someone got shot, so they decided to move it to a Thursday when people had to work the next day in the hopes of it being tamer). i remember going there early evening to get a good place on the field. we took food and everything and there were a bunch of folks around that i knew. so we hung around and waited and waited. then it FINALLY got dark, and everyone stood up (at which point you could no longer see the fire dancer and the ghosts - the little human who "lights" &lt;span class="nfakPe"&gt;zozobra&lt;/span&gt; on fire and then all the kids who dress up as ghosts and accompany him - just FYI for something like 20 years the fire dancer part was played by the same guy with a beard; now i think his daughter is doing it or something). The fire dancer started dancing - and we're in this mass of people, all trying to see, packed together, and everyone's yelling and shouting "burn him! burn him! burn him!" and they they lit him on fire, fireworks went off all over the place, everyone screamed as &lt;span class="nfakPe"&gt;zozobra&lt;/span&gt; is moving around, on fire, groaning, and then quickly it was over. Then we all slowly wove our way through the crowd down towards the plaza. At one corner there was (and always is) a group of ultra-Christians who are yelling at the crowd, telling them that &lt;span class="nfakPe"&gt;zozobra&lt;/span&gt; is devil worshipping and we're all going to hell."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it. Our very own New Mexican tradition. Complete with first hand accounts.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'd say if you had to choose, go to the Zozobra, if only to spend LESS money. But also.. he GROANS people! Who doesn't want to see a giant puppet moan while being burned? WHO?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-491957310208190793?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/491957310208190793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=491957310208190793' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/491957310208190793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/491957310208190793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2008/02/glimpse-into-new-mexican-culture.html' title='A Glimpse into New Mexican Culture -The Zozobra'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-8351591036056799442</id><published>2008-02-18T14:02:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T14:36:16.202-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imagination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='radio shows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor who'/><title type='text'>Imagination Station</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.granitegrok.com/pix/Radio_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 159px;" src="http://www.granitegrok.com/pix/Radio_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Folks who lived before there was television (or who weren't rich enough to afford a tv) musta had great imaginations. This hasn't been proven but I'm so sure about it that I will declare it as scientific FACT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case in point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week I have been super addicted to podcasts (never before this past week have I dabbled in the podcast world). Of course I subscribed to the usual ones like "LOST" and "Harry Potter" and "Alan Watts explains Buddha" podcasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I discovered, and what I am about to tell you is pretty awesome, are podcasts of old time radio shows all the way from the 1930s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah dudes. They are on iTunes. GET THEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now before I get into how awesome this all is, I must say that my job is data entry and I spend probably 7 hours or more entering data in front of a computer so I need to listen to something entertaining. I "could" listen to music or news shows, but why when I could listen to "The Murder at Midnight"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Murder at Midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the distant past (1940s) children ran from the kitchen after eating a delicious meaty, potato-y, green bean-y meal to listen to their favorite shows. In the distant present (now) I sit at my desk, using my mac to enter data, drinking a Canada Dry listening to my favorite shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are SO alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to tell you how cool old time radio is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.podshow.com/images/shows/1409/shows/small/otrthrillerspodshowcom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 202px;" src="http://www.podshow.com/images/shows/1409/shows/small/otrthrillerspodshowcom.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week I listened to a story about a guy who for a "radio show" of his own, he tries to spend the night in a haunted house and in the end gets driven crazy and throws himself of a cliff. Freakin Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've listened to "My Favorite Husband" the Lucille Ball radio show "I love Lucy" was based off of. ( I then got sick of it because of all the "woman" jokes....damn you 1940s...damn you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've listened to "The War of the Worlds" by HG Wells. UH...Don't know if you've heard of it, but it is soooooo awesome... and I think that listening to the thing instead of reading it was WAY better for me. (oh yeah, thats right, free audiobook on iTunes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and freaking RIGHT NOW? Right now I'm listening to the NEW Doctor Who radio show (Doctor Who: Time Tales) that just Happens to be about Vampires. Yeah people. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now why does this give you a better imagination? I can't believe you are asking that question. Obviously it is much better than watching something as you get to visualize every little detail other than having it presented to you in a wooden box with a vacuum tube and a glass screen (i.e. TV). Also, Radio shows are sometimes better than books as you get to hear the sound effects, the voices, and its done in like 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Effing Doctor Who. I love you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I'm better for listening to these shows. Nothing like a good "Marquise of Death" horror tale can make someone worse. I mean...come on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time you have nothing to do but be on the computer please download these radio shows. Don't listen to music. Phsss. Music is SO dumb. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://switchpod.com/users/bwc/Atwater_Kent_627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 147px; height: 176px;" src="http://switchpod.com/users/bwc/Atwater_Kent_627.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-8351591036056799442?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/8351591036056799442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=8351591036056799442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/8351591036056799442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/8351591036056799442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2008/02/imagination-station.html' title='Imagination Station'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-5080921266659156219</id><published>2008-02-10T16:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T17:07:35.685-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mexican food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frontier restaurant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='red chile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Mexico'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='green chile'/><title type='text'>A Glimpse into New Mexican culture - our food.</title><content type='html'>New Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;A mystery to all who don't live there.&lt;br /&gt;And for what its worth, a mystery to all who do live there and are used to all it has to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought, partially because I miss ol' NM, to enlighten you into how New Mexico works and what we have to offer. To tell you of our culture, our food, our fun places to go. So next time when someone forgets that NM is a state (a part of the union in 1912) you can take the high road and tell them a little about us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today you will be educated on &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_Mexican_cuisine"&gt;New Mexican food&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Mexican food is delicious. Most people in New Mexico eat it 1-4 times a week (restaurant or home cooked) and tend to "crave" it when they are 100 miles away from the nearest New Mexican Restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Mexican food is not mexican food....mostly. Mexican food can be found all over the United States and although good, does not satisfy the New Mexican palate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it different?&lt;br /&gt;New Mexican food is generally smothered in one of two things. Red or Green chile. Our own &lt;a href="http://www.zianet.com/focus/chile.htm"&gt;New Mexican brand of chile &lt;/a&gt;in fact. If you take a jaunt down to NM you'll see and hear "Hatch" a lot. "Hatch" is a brand of chile grown in a little town called.... Hatch. Mostly you'll hear "I love 'Hatch' green chile" as the Green brand of chile is more liked and more smothered on things than red chile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/R6zang8x27I/AAAAAAAAACc/XVBQVO-A23I/s1600-h/newmexicanfood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/R6zang8x27I/AAAAAAAAACc/XVBQVO-A23I/s400/newmexicanfood.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164743245081729970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is a plate of New Mexican food. (from Ortegas)&lt;br /&gt;You will see the signature beans, lettuce dressing, and (bean) burrito with the accompaniment of potatoes (instead of rice) and a delicious iced tea. Most people I know drink iced tea with thier meal and I assume because it is the best tasting drink that goes with NMfood. If you look in the middle of the two drinks there is a third canister holding honey. If you are at a "New Mexican food restaurant" and it does not have honey on the table, you are NOT at a "New Mexican food restaurant" (NMFR).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey is used for sopapillas. Sopapillas are fried dough pockets of delicious. Or in real terms they are a fried bread (from the native american influence) that forms a "pocket" that you can put honey in as a desert. Sopapillas are also eaten with beef and beans, or in any way really, but mostly is eaten as a desert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your "NMFR" does not have sopapillas, you should get up, go to the owner and punch him in the face. Tell him he does not have the right to call his restaurant "New Mexican".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.agpix.com/catalog/AGPix_DeCo9/AGPix_DeCo9_0645.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 126px;" src="http://www.agpix.com/catalog/AGPix_DeCo9/AGPix_DeCo9_0645.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.jupiterimages.com/common/detail/64/83/23048364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 105px; height: 166px;" src="http://images.jupiterimages.com/common/detail/64/83/23048364.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;These deserve to be together.&lt;br /&gt;Do not deny them this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us New Mexicans feel passionate about our food. Why? We like it. It's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't put meat or beans or onions or other Tex-mex CRAP in our chile. Unless you are eating Green Chile Stew, you shouldn't have meat in your chile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red Chili is usually presented blended and pureed in a sauce and smothered on typical plates like enchiladas and huevos rancheros. My favorite breakfast is scrambled eggs, beans, and chile. Deeelicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/R69yd1lvDHI/AAAAAAAAACs/hG0R3nJlos4/s1600-h/DSC01222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/R69yd1lvDHI/AAAAAAAAACs/hG0R3nJlos4/s320/DSC01222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165473154544372850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My very own red chile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Green chile comes chopped, in strips, or in a stew. Green chile is more widely used on everything else so much so that Subway, McDonalds, and probably even Burger King (I don't have much on this since I don't eat there often) have there own green chile options for food. Green Chile Hamburgers are most popular amongst...well...everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Now why am I talking about chile so much? Because us New Mexicans put chile on everything. (As you can tell). We eat it for every occasion. Even non-occasions. August and September smell GREAT in New Mexico because of the roasting of the harvested chile's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you happen to be in New Mexico anytime soon, let me give you a few pointers on what to eat, where to eat, and how to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I've lived in New Mexico for 25 years I like to stick with the standard &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bean Burrito - with red chile and cheese on top&lt;/span&gt;. I usually don't pay attention to what other people get, but I will tell you what I know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Most people also order&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huevos Rancheros - with an egg over-easy and blue corn tortillas&lt;br /&gt;Enchiladas with red or green chile&lt;br /&gt;Posole (a delicious pork/red chile stew)&lt;br /&gt;Standard Tacos&lt;br /&gt;Tamales&lt;br /&gt;or for breakfast - the "breakfast burrito", which i'm sure you know what is in there...just add chile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't go to Gardunos. Although an alright place, you will be bombarded with mexican kitch posted all over the place. And the mariachi bands playing while you eat. Plus, why eat there when you can eat like a local?&lt;br /&gt;Also, get out of Old Town. They charge way too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do go to (my top 4):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Charlie's Front Door&lt;/span&gt;: located at Menaul and Wyoming - a nice cozy restaurant my family eats at the day after Thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ortegas&lt;/span&gt; - Comanche and Wyoming - they use wheat for there sopapillas and serve potatoes instead of spanish rice if you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Padillas &lt;/span&gt;- Girard and Indian School - Small, quaint, and they use whole beans instead of the refried beans some restaurants serve. They also have very very long lines at lunch so eat there but be prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Garcias&lt;/span&gt; - Menaul and Juan Tabo (and other various locations) - they give you a LOT for your money. And are very delicious as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extra Restaurant: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Frontier - &lt;/span&gt;central and cornell&lt;br /&gt;Frontier is a wonderful, next-to-the-University, open 24 hours, offers everything restaurant. If you go anywhere in Albuquerque, you must go here. They offer new mexican food (excellent green chile breakfast burritos), regular food, deserts (try the sweet roll) and it is ALL very good. ALL of the food. There is no place like the Frontier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/R6-CHVlvDII/AAAAAAAAAC0/2lVRiGbEQMQ/s1600-h/DSC00065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/R6-CHVlvDII/AAAAAAAAAC0/2lVRiGbEQMQ/s320/DSC00065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165490360183360642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How to eat: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;More like how to ORDER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waitress: Can I take your order?&lt;br /&gt;YOU: Yes, I'd like the huevos, over-easy, with blue corn tortillas.&lt;br /&gt;Waitress: Red or Green? (this will be asked every time you order, unless you state the kind of chile beforehand)&lt;br /&gt;YOU: Green. (or red)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=alternate answer= YOU: Christmas...&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is both red and green chile. You aren't stating you would like Christmas and you didn't just go insane by randomly saying, on a July afternoon, the holiday, Christmas. ---try it sometime, why have ONE flavor of chile when you can have both?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it. A glimpse into New Mexican food and even a part of how we work down there. And now, you can eat like a local.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-5080921266659156219?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/5080921266659156219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=5080921266659156219' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/5080921266659156219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/5080921266659156219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2008/02/glimpse-into-new-mexican-culture-our.html' title='A Glimpse into New Mexican culture - our food.'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/R6zang8x27I/AAAAAAAAACc/XVBQVO-A23I/s72-c/newmexicanfood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-6934652756496476683</id><published>2008-02-09T16:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T17:06:14.743-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Poem</title><content type='html'>I had a dream I was flying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was away from this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free from obligations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free from life itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt the wind in my face as&lt;br /&gt;I dove down between cliffs&lt;br /&gt;and back up again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't afraid anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go anywhere&lt;br /&gt;do anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was me&lt;br /&gt;I was an animal&lt;br /&gt;affected by nothing&lt;br /&gt;affected by no one&lt;br /&gt;I was me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew what I wanted&lt;br /&gt;To Fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew what I needed&lt;br /&gt;To Fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No questions&lt;br /&gt;No answers&lt;br /&gt;Just me and the wind and my wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream I was flying&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-6934652756496476683?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/6934652756496476683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=6934652756496476683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/6934652756496476683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/6934652756496476683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2008/02/poem.html' title='A Poem'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-8635033128276655465</id><published>2008-01-31T11:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T12:52:38.098-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Violence in movies and Sex on tv.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(This blog was about THIS:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all about embryo research and stem cell crap. But this is going to far. Not that it isn't Coool to see that sperm can come from bone marrow. (although a little creepy if you ask me....what the heck CAN'T bone marrow do?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/R6ID4Q8x26I/AAAAAAAAACU/EWvDznlc_Hw/s1600-h/sperm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/R6ID4Q8x26I/AAAAAAAAACU/EWvDznlc_Hw/s400/sperm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161692388077460386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spermy spermy spermy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes.... "Theoretically, a lesbian couple could both be biological parents to a new child after using their own bone marrow to create sperm." This is cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But....is sex, like, not allowed anymore? This article is coming from England, who I thought was a little more "lax" on the whole sex thing. Here in America, we don't like it. Oh no, rather have violence than a bit of sex show on tv or in movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(And now its about THIS:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I must say that because of this, my generation, or at least me, is very desensitized to violence. This is no suprise to me, but always comes up in conversations like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leslie = "Apocolypto was SO good!"&lt;br /&gt;Friends = "Wasn't it supposed to be overly violent?"&lt;br /&gt;Leslie = "Well, it was violent, but I don't expect that the mayan culture &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; violent."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(or what I REALLY said..."Well yea, but it was awesome like this one part where a Jaguar attacks a dude and tears at his face")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to somehow turn into a "I defend Apocolypto" blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked this movie so much. I didn't want to see it because of the whole "Mel Gibson makes racial remarks to a police officer" issue.&lt;br /&gt;But I did....just because. And I liked it. People got killed, there was sacrifice and holding of beating hearts, a jaguar killed someone by ripping his face, and a whole village was attacked and taken prisoner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't "surprised" by the violence.  I wasn't horrified or taken aback or anything of the sort.&lt;br /&gt;I mean...isn't that what happened in the old days? in the Mayan days? Didn't people get attacked by jaguars? Didn't one village attack another sometimes because they wanted thier land? Didn't they sacrifice people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes they did. They sacrificed children. They threw them in water and cut them open sometimes. During thier "football" games the losing team would get killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie was not unnecessarily violent.&lt;br /&gt;That isn't to say you can't be effected by it, or disgusted by it. I wasn't, but I think I'm really desensitized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example: I love playing the sniper in Ghost Recon...no let me take that back, I KICK ASS playing the sniper in Ghost Recon. I kick ass playing ANYTHING in Ghost Recon. I have no mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.techmixer.com/pic/2007/09/ghost-recon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.techmixer.com/pic/2007/09/ghost-recon.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(ghost recon is a military game of fun shooting times.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't to say that if in a real war I would do well. All the violence, all the death, and destruction. I'd probably die like the first day. Or have a mental breakdown. I can't watch real "fighting" videos or people breaking their legs. I don't like it. It's gross.&lt;br /&gt;But Movies? Yes. TV? yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why? Because TV and Movies show so much of it that I'm fine with it. Sex on the other hand is NOT shown. And because of that, when it IS shown I giggle. I look away. I don't talk about sex with my friends, I talk about punching people. Not literally, but ....you get my drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet I think people would be a lot more happy if they had "sex" in their lives. you know? like not always actual sex. but at least a feeling of not being ashamed if they or someone else mentions it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah I don't know. Its whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all I think I'm going to go watch Apocolypto again. And...you should see it too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img120.imageshack.us/img120/279/apocalypto29hm4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://img120.imageshack.us/img120/279/apocalypto29hm4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You talkin to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-8635033128276655465?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://spluch.blogspot.com/2008/01/scientists-create-sperm-from-female.html' title='Violence in movies and Sex on tv.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/8635033128276655465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=8635033128276655465' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/8635033128276655465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/8635033128276655465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2008/01/violence-in-movies-and-sex-on-tv.html' title='Violence in movies and Sex on tv.'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/R6ID4Q8x26I/AAAAAAAAACU/EWvDznlc_Hw/s72-c/sperm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-1233908755692048505</id><published>2008-01-23T13:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T16:07:06.037-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='radio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science'/><title type='text'>Things I've learned while working</title><content type='html'>It's not what you think. I haven't learned any office secrets. In fact one thing I've learned that pertains to office work is...basically ....I'm pretty good at learnin new databases. I've worked with so many different kind of databases that you just show me how to use your database once and I got it.&lt;br /&gt;But this is not about work. And in fact, I should get BACK to work instead of writing this blog...but... I can multitask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.accuradio.com/"&gt;Accuradio&lt;/a&gt; - this website offers radio station type music for free. Whats better than that? It has already put it in ready made genres for you. It offers everything from Broadway to Reggae to Classic Rock. And it has a new channel, which quickly became my favorite: Modern Rock Classics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a. &lt;/span&gt;Classics makes it sound OLD. This is not the case. It is in fact all the awesome alternative music I listened to in the 90s. And believe me the 90s isn't old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;b. &lt;/span&gt;Usually when you run across a music station that plays alternative, it plays the crappy songs that you can't remember by the bands that weren't even popular. Or they play N'Sync.&lt;br /&gt;I have found only 2 places that did no such thing... one is Q101 the alternative radio station here in Chicago and the other: Accuradio's Modern Rock Classics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To give you an example of the music I listened to as a snotty teenager and the music Accuradio plays so awesomely, here is a list of songs that have just played....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;block rockin beats - The Chemical Brothers&lt;br /&gt;poprocks and coke - Green Day&lt;br /&gt;soul to squeeze - Red Hot Chili Peppers&lt;br /&gt;pain lies on the riverside - Live&lt;br /&gt;el scorcho - Weezer&lt;br /&gt;Sugar - System of a Down&lt;br /&gt;Rock and Roll Lifestyle - Cake&lt;br /&gt;My own summer - The Deftones&lt;br /&gt;The Way - Fastball&lt;br /&gt;Doin Time - Sublime&lt;br /&gt;Sober - Tool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I won't bother you with any more listings, but you get my drift. And...now you know what kinda music I love. (though this list isn't even touching the surface)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/R5eoog8x23I/AAAAAAAAAB8/mOo9epAHPhM/s1600-h/wat-rong-khun-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/R5eoog8x23I/AAAAAAAAAB8/mOo9epAHPhM/s400/wat-rong-khun-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158777312169286514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wat Rong Khun - Thailand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.neatorama.com/"&gt;Neatorama&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This wonderful website has, as it's so cleverly titled, "neat" stuff. I proceeded to find the top most beautiful churches in the world. For those of you do who know me and for those of you who don't : I love churches, cathedrals, temples, synagogues, but I am not religious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. I'm not religious. But if you build a stupid looking church to worship in, I question your faith. For example, in Albuquerque there is a plain white square building with 2 windows and painted on the side is Faith Church (or something like that). It has a crappy parking lot with no trees and it is located on Central and...like...wyoming.. (well, above or below wyoming). Now you may be thinking:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Leslie! What? People should be able to worship anywhere! It doesn't matter where they do it, just as long as they believe and have faith and have a heart...blah blah blah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, well I agree...to a point. Wouldn't you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feel&lt;/span&gt; it more if you were in THIS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/R5ertQ8x24I/AAAAAAAAACE/wieGiiOd8yI/s1600-h/las-lajas-cathedral-sideview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/R5ertQ8x24I/AAAAAAAAACE/wieGiiOd8yI/s400/las-lajas-cathedral-sideview.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158780692308548482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Las Lajas Cathed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ral - Chile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rather than a poopy white dumb building with no windows? I know you might also be thinking&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Leslie, these places are in other countries"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yeah well, there are SO many more beautiful churches in Albuquerque you could go to. And to those of you who are now thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"It's not just the place, it's the people you worship with"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have this to say: Poop then, go ahead and get in your white, no windowed, building that probably has leaks, just go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.wired.com/wiredscience/2007/12/scientists-time.html"&gt; Science&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;----if you click on that link you will see a pretty cool article about how time is actually 2 dimensions, instead of the previously supposed one dimension. This all practically blew my mind. Well, as much as one mind can be blown from science...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...which in my case..is pretty much A LOT. I've always &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;loved &lt;/span&gt;astronomy and biology and such, not to mention physics and quantum physics (though I never got much into those two things more than watching videos and &lt;a href="http://www.whatthebleep.com/"&gt;movies&lt;/a&gt;, etc).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been freaked out about other dimensions, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt; itself, and things "not of this world". That is to say, some things existing without humans knowing and all that fantastical fun type stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; List of little things I've learned while here :&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a.&lt;/span&gt; Ladies that wear healed shoes seem to be the LOUDEST walkers on earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    b. &lt;/span&gt;Heath Ledger died.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;c.&lt;/span&gt; I like Mac's&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;d. &lt;/span&gt;I need new headphones&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e.&lt;/span&gt; I miss the summer&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  f.&lt;/span&gt; We need to take Japan's game show ideas and do them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...enough of that...I need to get back to work.....now YOU have some learnin to do. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-1233908755692048505?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/1233908755692048505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=1233908755692048505' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/1233908755692048505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/1233908755692048505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2008/01/things-ive-learned-while-working.html' title='Things I&apos;ve learned while working'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/R5eoog8x23I/AAAAAAAAAB8/mOo9epAHPhM/s72-c/wat-rong-khun-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-8443863780655022227</id><published>2008-01-16T09:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T11:36:44.990-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wall'/><title type='text'>My Happiness Wall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is my happiness wall. Picture this wall on all three sides of me, blocking things as I walk, filtering bad things that might come through...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt;Family&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the Boating job&lt;/span&gt;having no job&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;free time&lt;/span&gt;staying up late&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;walking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;improv&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;seeing late improv shows&lt;/span&gt;having time to do things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stopping to smell the roses&lt;/span&gt;sleeping in&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;being warm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;exercise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;being able to write when I want to&lt;/span&gt;reading during the day&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;getting up and havin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;g a relaxed morning and making breakfast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cleaning the house on my terms&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;being relaxed all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course..My happiness wall isn't as strong as I would like it because during the "building of the wall" I ran out of money and I was (and am) completely and utterly poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Recently I started a new full time job. Hooray! I have a job! I have money to pay my rent! Heck that should add to my Happiness wall. It SHOULD be the base of the wall! I'm not saying money and all the comforts it brings should be a base of a happiness wall. If anything, your "self" should be the base.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your "self" being you. The "you" you aren't afraid of, the "you" you don't mind spending time with. That "you" should be the base of your happiness wall. But I digress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I started a new full time job. I hadn't realized I had been out of the "full time office job" column of life for 7 months. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7 MONTHS&lt;/span&gt;! Its a surprise that I didn't end up homeless. Thank you mom and dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This 7 Months is when I built my happiness wall, as I expect anyone would do if they didn't have to work. And when they did have to work it was doing a job that they loved. Its not uncommon. Most everyone would be happy if they didn't have to work...but I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I started a new full time job. I am reminded during this job of things that contributed to my "unhappiness" hammer, which liked to bash into my happiness wall from time to time. It isn't very big right now. Say...its like one of those hammers you buy with a tool box set when you are 18. Small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were several things I couldn't remember from my times at the "ol' office job" that will make this Unhappiness hammer bigger that it usually is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;the crazy co-workers (every office has them)&lt;br /&gt;having to get up early (now this ain't Too bad, because i can get here at 8:30)&lt;br /&gt;meetings and sitting all day (I can literally feel my spine collapsing on top of itself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intermingled with all of this, I started my job right when I started rehearsals for Amy Fisher. This means I cannot "relax", I cannot "go out with friends for happy hour", I cannot "have a home cooked meal" as many people do after work. My weekends are booked and I don't think I have free time until....April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I'm not complaining about that, and the rehearsals and plays and improv stuff I'm doing is actually adding to my Happiness wall, though they provide a little bit weaker "structure" to the wall than if they were happening when I wasn't having to go to a job.&lt;br /&gt;You get me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all in all, if you find me stressed out or quiet or even a little bit angry, just know that its not about you. I'm probably just trying to rebuild my wall with "meditation" or as I like to call it "day dreaming". And I'm probably just angry with my job. And I'm probably pms'ing - THAT is a whole different story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-8443863780655022227?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/8443863780655022227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=8443863780655022227' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/8443863780655022227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/8443863780655022227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-happiness-wall.html' title='My Happiness Wall'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-4481729131129377244</id><published>2008-01-08T15:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T16:02:44.193-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='addictions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drugs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Addictive personality</title><content type='html'>I've noticed in the past month that I have an addictive personality. Not so much the drugs or the alcohol. But I'm addicted to books. (TV too, but ....honestly ...not as much...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Natalie said this the other day. Not the whole sentence but the "you have an addictive personality" thing. And I was like, no, I'm not addicted to drugs. but if you think about it I totally do...at the time I was talking about this book "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt;" By Stephenie Meyer. And I was talking about it like, if I didn't read it that day that I would die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was literally THINKING about the book all the time. I Still am. I can't STOP thinking about it. At one point when I was reading the book, it was consuming my life. I couldn't talk to my friends. I was thinking about the book during conversations. I wanted to just go and READ the book instead of talking to people. I equated everything people said to what was happening in the book. If I had to sell something to get money to buy the next book I probably would have, instead I just used my credit card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my comparisons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt; (and sequels &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;New Moon&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eclipse&lt;/span&gt;) =&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; heroin&lt;/span&gt; (I picked up the book one time and I can't get enough, but its not as bad as---)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All the Harry Potter books&lt;/span&gt; = &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;black tar heroin&lt;/span&gt; (I have literally read each of these books 4 times and plan on reading them again soon, why? cause I consistently think about em)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anne Rice, Vampire Chronicles&lt;/span&gt; = &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cocaine&lt;/span&gt; (I once tried to read the first book and it was ok, then later I tried it again and eventually devoured the whole series in a month)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;John Saul books&lt;/span&gt; = &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;marijuana&lt;/span&gt; (a guilty pleasure, yet not really wonderful books. Though I'll dabble in them from time to time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Golden Compass / other fantasy books&lt;/span&gt; = prescription pills...that aren't mine (if they are there, in the medicine cabinet and I have nothing else to read...I'll read em..not that I won't get a high off of them, because I will.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is why I realized I DO have that sort of personality. Though not as dangerous, it still can reek havoc on my life as much as drugs would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though not on my body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unless I stop eating because I am reading....oh wait....did that already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoot. Well all I can say is I don't need your help! I'm FINE! I need these books. I NEED THEM.&lt;br /&gt;Stop it. Don't say that to me! I don't sacrific ANYTHING for these books. They are my life you know. My friends. These books are there for me even when YOU'RE not. Yeah I said it! I said it out loud!&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry. I love you. I didn't mean it. Can I borrow 20 bucks? I need to buy....you a present....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine. Don't be surprised when $20 is missing from your wallet though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-4481729131129377244?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/4481729131129377244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=4481729131129377244' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/4481729131129377244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/4481729131129377244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2008/01/addictive-personality.html' title='Addictive personality'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-443491158095828855</id><published>2007-12-22T15:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T15:10:32.688-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Blog</title><content type='html'>I'm writing a quick blog that I will not even correct when I teype out stuff. (except for "stuff)  My computer is at the last letgs of batteries and it is going to need to chargue up its stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading "Twilight" it is so so so so so good. I love it. Its about vampires. Who'da guessed it really cause I love vampires. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey in 3 days it will be cChristmas. And this christmas will be the first one waaway from home! HOME! i'm not going to be home. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its ok. I miss home toughgh. though. Its sad really. Today its reainning in Chicago. And by reanining I mean Rainning. with two "n's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times. I got a great christmas gift from my friend Mandy . Its Kotter (from wellcome back kotter) and he wrote  awhole bunch a emails. Hahaha. hilarious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make a movie. and learn how to edit stuff together. Why can't I grasp that technological stuff? WHY? its too difficult I say. Too difficult. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whne I get paid from the JOB i finally got I am going to buy Metroid Prime 3. OR I will buy Draw Life (or whatever that game is called for the DS) it looks cool. &lt;br /&gt;Love youall&lt;br /&gt;leslie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-443491158095828855?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/443491158095828855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=443491158095828855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/443491158095828855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/443491158095828855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2007/12/quick-blog.html' title='Quick Blog'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-3209779164925390612</id><published>2007-12-11T19:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T19:51:31.543-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vampires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interview with the vampire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ave maria'/><title type='text'>Nothing to do. Nothing to do.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://home.tiscali.nl/richardy/Pictures/the%20vampire%20lestat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://home.tiscali.nl/richardy/Pictures/the%20vampire%20lestat.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what I want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make a video (i believe they call them APA's?) of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Interview with the Vampire&lt;/span&gt; to the tune of Josh Grobans "ave maria".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. No one has done it yet. &lt;br /&gt;2. it would be beautiful&lt;br /&gt;3. because then I could watch &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Interview with the Vampire&lt;/span&gt; all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched that movie today. Its interesting because I've noticed people around this time of the year (winter) start getting into Harry Potter (me? no i'm into him all the time). Its a "winter" thing. Well, i found this out about me: I get into the Vampire Chronicles around this time. My favorite being the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Vampire Lestat&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fu--ing awesome book that is. I would eat it if it was food. I would make love to it if it was a man. I would vote for it if it was running for president. I love this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I highly recommend people read this book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to adapt a screenplay for this book. one that doesn't disappoint, like Queen of the Damned did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those of you who don't know me. I love vampires. I always have. I've loved them since I was 5 years old. This isn't some &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;phase&lt;/span&gt; i'm in, oh no. Nope! i'm forever in delusion with this one. Always thought I would become a vampire by the time I was 27. Still believe it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anything this next year (when I DO turn 27) I am going to watch a vampire movie every week. And read all the vampire books I can. Its the least I can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all in all, there is nothing to do because I want to do things I cannot do. Such is life. Such is mother friggin life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-3209779164925390612?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/3209779164925390612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=3209779164925390612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/3209779164925390612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/3209779164925390612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2007/12/nothing-to-do-nothing-to-do.html' title='Nothing to do. Nothing to do.'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-6977526878515548267</id><published>2007-12-03T11:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T11:53:28.328-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='italian greyhound'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='margot at the wedding'/><title type='text'>Welcome Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/R1RAhOf9IHI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Ec4v0P5EkVU/s1600-R/DSC01926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/R1RAhOf9IHI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Jaj5GtM9ZzQ/s320/DSC01926.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139804014308565106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back to my blog! As you can see I've been missing since 2005.&lt;br /&gt;I've been out of it for a while (no not really, just posting on my myspace). This one is way better though (take that myspace!) and I would like to post on here more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what better way to do that then to start posting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend I visited my bro and his partner in Portland, Oregon! It was super fun because I surprised my parents. They totally didn't know I was comin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the best was meeting my brothers dog, Mia. She is the sweetest thing EVER in the world (ok ok Meeka is too) and I love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did we do? Just hung out as a family. What a great time it was. My dad and I went to see Margot at the Wedding. ...Don't see it, unless you want to be confused. Not to say the actors didn't do a good job, but it was like the writer had all these different stories to tell and then just ended the movie. And Margot was an asshole but there was no explanation of why.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. Just don't go see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, we also had a wonderful home cooked Thanksgiving meal. I had like 3 this month! Twice baked potatoes, green beans, turkey, and a delicious pumpkin pie.&lt;br /&gt;i almost puked i ate so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I hung out in the hot tub and then traveled home on an early flight the next day. Nothing's better than going on a vacation when you don't have a job. Unless you DO have a job and you go on vacation. I believe that would be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a wonderful time! Hooray!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-6977526878515548267?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/6977526878515548267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=6977526878515548267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/6977526878515548267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/6977526878515548267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2007/12/welcome-back.html' title='Welcome Back'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/R1RAhOf9IHI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Jaj5GtM9ZzQ/s72-c/DSC01926.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-111082535051952179</id><published>2005-03-14T12:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T12:40:01.283-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;aretake this moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;mmerse yourself in its particulars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;espond to this person, this challenge, this deed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q&lt;/strong&gt;uit the evasions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;top giving yourself needless trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Its time to really live; to fully inhabit the situation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you happen to be in now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;-Epictetus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-111082535051952179?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/111082535051952179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=111082535051952179' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/111082535051952179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/111082535051952179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2005/03/caretake-this-moment.html' title=''/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-111021825620664664</id><published>2005-03-07T11:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T11:58:11.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Apple! Orange! Cranberry!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This is something I wrote on another blog. Thought I'd share it with you. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;First of all.&lt;br /&gt;Why is it fruit juice is really only 27% juice with the exception of apple? Apple juice is ALWAYS 100% what’s the deal? They not have enough of the other fruit and an abundance of apples?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or are they lying to us, putting additives like crack in our Apple juice and making the Kiddies all run around and get diagnosed with ADD and ADHD, so we all have to buy Ritalin for our Kids thus giving Pfizer more of our money each and everyday. And the President is sitting in his golf cart laughing and laughing at the addicted country that’s running around buying more crap that we don’t need, eating more food that is giving us more fat around our bellies and more heart disease only to make us buy MORE drugs to make us feel better and then Pfizer gets MORE money. AND then I bet Pfizer has a deal with Saudi Arabia or something and they secretly own all the oil that we use and are charging up the Wahoo for it which means they or the President also owns car companies that are Constantly selling SUVs at us with low ass gas mileage. And then we have to give them MORE money for gas. THIS then pollutes the earth with all this gross black tar crap and destroys the ozone. Which can only mean that they are in cahoots with Aliens that can’t land here unless %20the Ozone is depleted which is going to happen any day now. &lt;strong&gt;THE ALIENS ARE COMING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I’m gonna buy a digital camera…with my bonus from the insurance company that I work for. And then renew my prescription at Wal-Mart and go eat at McDonalds…Fill my Scion up with gas….and go…hunting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-111021825620664664?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/111021825620664664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=111021825620664664' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/111021825620664664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/111021825620664664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2005/03/apple-orange-cranberry.html' title='Apple! Orange! Cranberry!'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-110971177465269023</id><published>2005-03-01T15:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T15:16:14.656-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I remember!</title><content type='html'>Ok after I finished that entry thingy thing. I remembered what I was going to say.&lt;br /&gt;dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was gonna tell you that I just had a vacation and i had so much fun. Like the best time ever, and its funny cause it was in Portales. PORTALES people. those of you who don't know, its a 12,000 pop. town in eastern New mex. And its where i went to College.&lt;br /&gt;OH man how fun it was. Cause i got to see all my friends, and most importantly see my bestest buddy Joshie pie. And his senior recital (a final umph of acting at our college), Servant of Two Masters was SO GOOD. JOSH rocked. And Steven He rocked too. And everyone else. like Jennae and those two new girls that I don't know very well. They rocked too.&lt;br /&gt;It was so good. and I was SO jealous because in my 4 years there we did about 2 or 3 comedies, and i would have liked to partake in thier fun. OK OK really i just wanted to be with all my friendies from college. I miss them so much! I miss being over there and having a good time, having parties, having NO JOB.  It was the best time over there.&lt;br /&gt;OH don't get me wrong I love it here too. (and i'll tell ya if Gorilla Tango wasn't here I would be a mess, without friends, and all sad and shit) But I wish I could sort of MELD the two groups together. And we would all have fun, NO jobs, parties all the time.&lt;br /&gt;But i think soon we will all have that luxury cause we are all damn talented. And i think SNL should come a-scoutin this place cause they don't EVEN KNOW how many people they could pick up from little ol albuquerque. they don't even know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So listen if you know how to get ahold of SNL, you should tell them to come make a pit stop over here in Albuquerque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and um....D-fest was fun. (thats dramafest for all you non-geeks). We didn't get to sleep in at all but thats allright, it was worth it just to see all my friends again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i miss josh! WAAAAAAAAAAA. what i wouldn't give to have one more theatre history class that we didn't pay attention in and just doodled musicals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"its birth control time" people. Its birth control time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i don't think anyone will get that except me. josh. and maybe Laura.&lt;br /&gt;Ask me about it sometime and i will tell you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-110971177465269023?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/110971177465269023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=110971177465269023' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/110971177465269023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/110971177465269023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2005/03/now-i-remember.html' title='Now I remember!'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-110971103489954988</id><published>2005-03-01T12:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T15:03:54.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got to pee.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;so i peed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;and I ate lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;and I was looking at this thing 'minimized' and it said "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Blogger : Eyes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And i thought it said "booger eyes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;hee hee. I have booger eyes. Do you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;OH man you know who I just love? Jude Law....yeah....Jude Law....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;OKok i went on this thing having things to say and then I went to lunch. And I can't remember any of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I have a "great" memory eh? EH? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ahaarr harrr. yes. i'm crazy. And I've got bad breath. must....eat.......peppermint.....something....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;man i have crushes on the wrong people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And thats all i'm going to say about that. ALL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eating&lt;/strong&gt;: Red bellpepper. turkey sandy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;reading&lt;/strong&gt;: nuthin. Although I should finish LOTR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;watching&lt;/strong&gt;: Tonight? uh....scrubs. I have this nagging feeling that I have something to do...but i can't remember it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;playing&lt;/strong&gt;: tag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Whats your favorite childrens game?? Hmmmmm? My favorite was tag, but most importantly TV TAG. haaaa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-110971103489954988?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/110971103489954988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=110971103489954988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/110971103489954988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/110971103489954988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2005/03/ive-got-to-pee.html' title='I&apos;ve got to pee.'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-110867453551053901</id><published>2005-02-17T14:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T15:08:55.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pee pee Rodriguez</title><content type='html'>Your mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i was totally sick on Tuesday. Like Sleep all day-don't know what time it is-tissues all over the floor-hair greasy- snot runnin-can't concentrate on Zelda-SICK.&lt;br /&gt;And today? WELL its all over. I'm fine. I took decongestant and i'm fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so pissed off because of that. YOu know? Cause the ladies at my work are SO SICK and they have been SO SICK for like 3 weeks. And I'm sick for 2 DAYS? damn it. And i know that selfish and i know I shouldn't really be thinking this cause the powers that be will make me sick (and i don't need to be cause I's gots stuffs to do) But still.&lt;br /&gt;I went to the damn doctor! If i knew it was just a fricken cold I wouldn't have gone to the doctor. BUt i felt like my head was gonna pop open. the PRESSURE people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way. this is off the subject. But (and this might just be way out of date) I AM SO ADDICTED to ZELDA : Majoras Mask. I love this game. I went home at lunch and played it.&lt;br /&gt;I had like 3 bites of my lunch. Seriously. But the thing that pisses me off  is that Link only has "3 days" ooOooOoo. and I have to keep going back in time so the game doesn't end. And THEN I have to RE-DO things. ANd that is so DUMB cause i already did that! ARRG! Do you understand people? DO YOU?&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;I really have to get back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ANd this is random too. but If I had one question to ask God when I die, I'm gonna ask her&lt;br /&gt;"Whose side are you really on?"&lt;br /&gt;yeah cause then I can come back on the right side. AHAHAAAA HAAAA. ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who likes the beatles?&lt;br /&gt;I like the beatles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight days a week I loooooooove you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man there are so many songs I'm going to play at my wedding. SO many.&lt;br /&gt;So you better be up and able to dance all night SUCKAS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang does this decongestant have crack in it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-110867453551053901?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/110867453551053901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=110867453551053901' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/110867453551053901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/110867453551053901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2005/02/pee-pee-rodriguez.html' title='Pee pee Rodriguez'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-110842202141875138</id><published>2005-02-14T15:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T16:44:12.463-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Beatles Poem of Love  By Lesliepie</title><content type='html'>The Poem of Love.&lt;br /&gt;By LesliePie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Love Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Love Love&lt;br /&gt;Love Love Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know I love you&lt;br /&gt;I 'll always be true&lt;br /&gt;so pleeeeeeeeease...&lt;br /&gt;Love me do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said she loves you&lt;br /&gt;and you know that can't be bad&lt;br /&gt;she said she loves you&lt;br /&gt;and you know you should be glad!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you something&lt;br /&gt;I think you'll understand&lt;br /&gt;when I say that something&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold your hand!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooo I need your love babe&lt;br /&gt;hope you need my love babe&lt;br /&gt;just like i need you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hold me&lt;br /&gt;love me&lt;br /&gt;hold me&lt;br /&gt;love me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-110842202141875138?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/110842202141875138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=110842202141875138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/110842202141875138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/110842202141875138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2005/02/beatles-poem-of-love-by-lesliepie.html' title='Beatles Poem of Love  By Lesliepie'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-110677288661697910</id><published>2005-01-26T14:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T14:54:46.616-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ukrainian Blog</title><content type='html'>For some reason, and i'm not sure why, that Victor Yuschenko just intregues me.&lt;br /&gt;Is it because he was being poisoned? probably&lt;br /&gt;Is it because the opponent was probably poisoning him and then lost the election? yes.&lt;br /&gt;But this is interesting! He has a BLOG! Yeah! A BLOG! and its neat. so check it out if you wanna. &lt;br /&gt;I think we could keep tabs on Ol' Bushie alot easier if he had a blog. Yeah and then we could comment and tell him "NO thank you I don't want another $80 billion to go to the war, oh look how you've screwed up."&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo i got the blog thing from Boingboing.com you should totally go to that site it rocks.&lt;br /&gt;oh and go to www.thepbf.com&lt;br /&gt;hilarious comics.&lt;br /&gt;ok barf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: Hey Jude&lt;br /&gt;Now reading: Lord of the Rings, Cosmo, US weekly&lt;br /&gt;Now watching: Scrubs, Committed.&lt;br /&gt;Now Tasting: Grilled Cheese (mozerella)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-110677288661697910?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://yuschenko.ua/eng/' title='Ukrainian Blog'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/110677288661697910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=110677288661697910' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/110677288661697910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/110677288661697910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2005/01/ukrainian-blog.html' title='Ukrainian Blog'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-110668702447562856</id><published>2005-01-25T12:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T15:03:44.476-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog blog bloggity blog</title><content type='html'>Let me write a poem for you and this time it won't suck as much.&lt;br /&gt;(read: As much)&lt;br /&gt;ok dudes.&lt;br /&gt;here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOu know what? I went to lunch and i decided I didn't want to write a poem. Yes it has been like 2 hours since I started this postee.&lt;br /&gt;but i'll write something else.  ya? (by the way,have you ever gone into the bathroom with headphones on and music playing? its a lot more fun than just peeing.)&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;um....lets get a suggestion......Crayons. Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crayons.&lt;br /&gt;My crayons started to hate me today&lt;br /&gt;why does the peach one mock me &lt;br /&gt;and the red, blue, yellow, and grey?&lt;br /&gt;i'm just trying to draw a tree&lt;br /&gt;in downtown with the sun in the way&lt;br /&gt;but no they all seem to be different colors&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe this is true?&lt;br /&gt;my brown doors are now carnation pink&lt;br /&gt;and my street is a nice sky blue&lt;br /&gt;the tree trunk is not what you think&lt;br /&gt;its now a purplish hue.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know what to do now&lt;br /&gt;and i'm getting pretty scared&lt;br /&gt;oh well i think i'll just melt them&lt;br /&gt;and put them in my hair.&lt;br /&gt;By:lesliepie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-110668702447562856?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/110668702447562856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=110668702447562856' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/110668702447562856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/110668702447562856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2005/01/blog-blog-bloggity-blog.html' title='Blog blog bloggity blog'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-110658916137158218</id><published>2005-01-24T11:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T11:52:41.370-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BeetleJuice, beetlejuice, beetlejuice</title><content type='html'>Work work&lt;br /&gt;i like work&lt;br /&gt;oh wait i don't&lt;br /&gt;so hand me the phone&lt;br /&gt;and i will get out &lt;br /&gt;and won't ever pout&lt;br /&gt;today is monday&lt;br /&gt;not much of a fun-day&lt;br /&gt;but i've got rehearsal&lt;br /&gt;and that will be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKokok it didn't rhyme at the end, but really, poems don't always have to rhyme! ok thats a lame excuse for a lame poem. And "Don't" and "Phone" don't really rhyme anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to watch a movie this weekend, like go out and do that whole thing, but I didn't have anyone to go with, and i'm so god damn busy anyway that I don't have the time. I don't see how people can find the time to go see movies, especially a lot of them. Cause they are f-in $9 and i can't afford many movies at that price! So then you have to be particular in when you see the movies, you know like before 2pm so its $6 or before 5pm so its only $6. OR go to the dollar movie which had NOTHING playing for a while there, but now it does, but now i have to find the time to go there and the movies change every week it seems so that just makes everything suck. I wish i had cable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH man so my phone bill was $103!!!!!!!!! I DON'T TALK THAT MUCH! AAAAAH!&lt;br /&gt;i'm so calling them. Just in case you guys wanted to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep. I had a brain blockkkkk. OHOOO i want to write this movie that has like all my thoughts just put right in video so then people can see into my head. Like you know when you're so bored that you're sitting there and your eyeballs just want to explode? Well, yeah i'm putting that in my movie. OH and when there are two conversations in the room and you just happen to get sucked into the boring one. And you CAN'T leave. And the other conversation looks like so much fun and you just wish you could go over there but you feel obligated to stay with the boring one and be intelligent for once, and talk about real life. &lt;br /&gt;Next time i hope i'm in the fun conversation.&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, gotta go back to work. see ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-110658916137158218?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/110658916137158218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=110658916137158218' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/110658916137158218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/110658916137158218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2005/01/beetlejuice-beetlejuice-beetlejuice.html' title='BeetleJuice, beetlejuice, beetlejuice'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-110632699487563395</id><published>2005-01-21T10:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T11:03:14.876-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spongebob SquareWHA?</title><content type='html'>I just had to say something about this. I didn't really hear anything about it until last night but COME ON!&lt;br /&gt;I mean this "cartoon" thing that these people are releasing are promoting tolerence, TOLERANCE&gt; and the ...American "Family" Assoc. is complaining because it also says something about homosexuality?!?!?!! ITS TOLERANCE PEOPLE! I don't know where these "crazy" christians come from (and that means I know all christians aren't like that) but if you sit here and say that Jesus loves all and then you preach hate everywhere, its just sick to me. youknow? &lt;br /&gt;and plus this tolerence video is being distributed to schools. OH LOOK AT THAT you have no right to say that because homosexuality is against your religion that it shouldn't be in schools. OH too bad. As much as you want to have your religion in schools it ain't gonna happen people. If we bring your religion in there, its only right to bring EVERY OTHER religion in schools. &lt;br /&gt;And you can say as much as you can that 60% of America is Christian, that does not mean that you can start controlling things. &lt;br /&gt;And as I said before i know its not all christians, its the crazy ones. Because if you hate someone for the way they are, the way they were born, that to me is not living in "Jesus' shadow" Or whatever it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WWJD? What would Jesus do? Yeah he wouldn't be hatin' thats for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you and goodnight.&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/6906223-110632699487563395?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&amp;cid=769&amp;e=1&amp;u=/nm/20050121/music_nm/life_spongebob_dc' title='Spongebob SquareWHA?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/110632699487563395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=110632699487563395' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/110632699487563395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/110632699487563395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2005/01/spongebob-squarewha.html' title='Spongebob SquareWHA?'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-110624528793432543</id><published>2005-01-20T12:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T12:21:27.933-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Look at this! And Go here!</title><content type='html'>First off. The above link is to the biggest baby ever. And i'm not saying its huge because its been eating a lot. It's huge cause it has just been born. DANG!&lt;br /&gt;16.7 pounds. Good thing they have cesarean (sp?) births cause this would rip a woman in half. And lets all agree people, no one wants to be ripped in half by a baby. Well, no one wants to be ripped in half by anything really. &lt;br /&gt;OH that reminds me about that movie "Jason goes to hell" and in the beginning there are those two people having sex in the tent by the lake, and its getting pretty hot and heavy you know and then suddenly (Oh the girl is on top) a machete (sp?) goes into the tent and the girl and RIPS her in HALF! IT WAS SO COOOOOOOL! and later in that movie Jason gets some persons head between his hands and he SQUISHES IT! GOd that was a cool movie.&lt;br /&gt;Killing rocks.&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo. i hope this works....this is a comic i absolutely LOVE! its So weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://postcards.ucomics.com/get/?MsgID=3db0b85e3bc7f17db9ed4a6d4feef618&amp;amp;site_ref=mycomic"&gt;Strange Brew&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-110624528793432543?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&amp;u=/050120/481/xvc10101201208' title='Look at this! And Go here!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/110624528793432543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=110624528793432543' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/110624528793432543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/110624528793432543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2005/01/look-at-this-and-go-here.html' title='Look at this! And Go here!'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-110616703689223883</id><published>2005-01-19T14:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T14:37:16.893-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Poem</title><content type='html'>This is a poem that my Friend Doug wrote about me. We had a contest of the best poem and he totally won. that buttface. Oh. and the stuff about me jerkin boys around....that ......isn't....at all....true......&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it is fun and I like it so here it is....yay!&lt;br /&gt;Ahh the day is half over people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is girl name Leslie lu&lt;br /&gt;She bought a dress that wasn't new.&lt;br /&gt;She saw some stuff that made her cry&lt;br /&gt;She told the truth and not a lie&lt;br /&gt;And then there was that special time&lt;br /&gt;That everyone give her a dime&lt;br /&gt;She through then from the efiel tower&lt;br /&gt;And it gave her super human power&lt;br /&gt;Atomic Dime girl is her name&lt;br /&gt;and fighting crime is her game&lt;br /&gt;She runs around in underroos&lt;br /&gt;And bad guys they will always lose&lt;br /&gt;They presented her with the city keys&lt;br /&gt;They didn't know that she had fleas&lt;br /&gt;She scretches them all day and night&lt;br /&gt;and even when she flies a kite&lt;br /&gt;She'd love to kiss a pretty boy&lt;br /&gt;But none of them fall for her ploy&lt;br /&gt;They know she'll use them and throw them out&lt;br /&gt;And none of them want mope and pout&lt;br /&gt;cause she really is a heart breaker&lt;br /&gt;and a maccaroni and cheese maker&lt;br /&gt;She can't control the way she is&lt;br /&gt;She stands up to take a whizz&lt;br /&gt;I think that I will punch her butt&lt;br /&gt;because I like to watch her putt&lt;br /&gt;Okay that's all you know enough&lt;br /&gt;So don't give me any guff&lt;br /&gt;I like to ramble on and on&lt;br /&gt;And in this game I think I won&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(by Doug)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-110616703689223883?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/110616703689223883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=110616703689223883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/110616703689223883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/110616703689223883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2005/01/poem.html' title='A Poem'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-110615263310018432</id><published>2005-01-19T10:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T10:37:13.103-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jibbbby Jabby</title><content type='html'>You must go here. You've probably already heard of this by now, it was on Jay Leno last night. Its JibJab and they have put out a new video just in time for the Bush Inaguration. (which by the way is tomorrow, so EVERYONE DON'T BUY ANYTHING, we must freeze the economy) Pshh. Using 40 million for a gosh darn inauguration. I don't think so Bushy, half of America didn't want you so I wouldn't rub it in our faces.&lt;br /&gt;OR else. we'll....freeze the economy. HA! So don't buy anything tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;oh and go to the link its great.&lt;br /&gt;ok thats all for now. bye bye! :OD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-110615263310018432?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://movies.yahoo.com/movies/feature/jibjabinaugural.html' title='Jibbbby Jabby'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/110615263310018432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=110615263310018432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/110615263310018432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/110615263310018432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2005/01/jibbbby-jabby.html' title='Jibbbby Jabby'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-110608198753534339</id><published>2005-01-18T14:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T17:37:51.520-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Japanese Horror films are scary</title><content type='html'>Hi there. :oD&lt;br /&gt;Howdy!&lt;br /&gt;dooooooodie&lt;br /&gt;Oh man i went to see the Grudge last night (yeah way late) ANYHOO&gt; it creeped me out. That noise that the ghost makes is freaky and i heard it when i was trying to go to sleep. That and it was too quiet last night too.&lt;br /&gt;oh but i had this dream that I was saving a baby from the water cause it was really tired of swimming. &lt;br /&gt;I wonder what that means.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and why does everything have to be so complicated?&lt;br /&gt;OH man that sounds like Avril Lavigne. I totally thought I saw her the otherday but then I thought, why the heck would she be in Albuquerque, walking downtown? There isn't any reason. &lt;br /&gt;I mean if i were a celebrity i wouldn't choose Alb. to hide out, i would choose like Switzerland. Its way prettier. &lt;br /&gt;And thus are my random thoughts of this Tuesday Afternoon. &lt;br /&gt;thank you and good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-110608198753534339?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/110608198753534339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=110608198753534339' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/110608198753534339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/110608198753534339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2005/01/japanese-horror-films-are-scary.html' title='Japanese Horror films are scary'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-110572755358960580</id><published>2005-01-14T11:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T17:37:00.150-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloggee geek and Fishys</title><content type='html'>OK. what I really want to do is show these pictures I got in email. The "Deep-sea creatures found after the Tsunami" Eh? EH? doesn't that sound cool? Well it is cool. And i wanted to show you my favorite picture which is a black dragonfish. Oooo. its awesome. And if you really want to see it then look it up. But these pictures are really creepy. &lt;br /&gt;Did you know there is such a think as a sea spider? WELL THERE IS! and its all creepy and it gives me chills cause the legs are really huge and long and thin. Eeeeeew. &lt;br /&gt;You know what i'm gonna ask Dan how to do it. Cause here it says to download Hello Bloggerspot or whatever and i'm at work and i can't so i need another way to do it. but I don't have anywhere to "store" them online. Unless its talking about an email. but I bet its not.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you have realized that i haven't got the blog dummy book. You know i don't even know if there is one out there. I'm hungry.&lt;br /&gt;OH man i'm gonna go to lunch and watch ER. I LOVE ER! &lt;br /&gt;don't even get me started. Lets just say if you haven't seen it and sat down with me to watch it i could tell you the story from the beginning. &lt;br /&gt;the beginning people. thats like 10 years or so.&lt;br /&gt;Ok well, lunch awaits. i'm outie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-110572755358960580?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/110572755358960580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=110572755358960580' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/110572755358960580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/110572755358960580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2005/01/bloggee-geek-and-fishys.html' title='Bloggee geek and Fishys'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-110565163291449054</id><published>2005-01-13T15:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T17:00:53.520-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere over the Rainnnnnboww</title><content type='html'>So I have The Wizard of Oz song in my head. Which one you ask? well, a good one, but i don't have any words, just the tune...&lt;br /&gt;na na na na na na na na na...na na na na na na na na naaaaaaaaa laaaaaaa! Do. Dooo! La doo doo la la! Doo la laaaaaaa, &lt;br /&gt;oh its Somewhere over the Rainbow.&lt;br /&gt;yeah. thats it.&lt;br /&gt;ANyhoo i totally slept in today. I turned around and said "oh I need to go to a meeting, so I need to get up..." And i TURNED....AND I LOOKED AT THE CLOCK.....and it said 8:23!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;NOOOOOOO! I had to be there at 8!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8!&lt;/strong&gt; Don't you understand people? YOu know i've never slept in before. I know its an honest mistake but i'll tell you, i was freaking out. I didn't eat breakfast, i ran around my apartment (must have looked pretty silly), and i got dressed (it doesn't match) i didn't have any makeup one (huge zit) and i drove with only a little bit of my windsheild scraped. it was pretty dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, you know for reals i'm going to get one of those Blog for Dummies books. Or HTML or something cause i wanna be cool like you. And whatelse do I do at work? &lt;br /&gt;i mean...come on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ps. Movie to see : The Spanish Prisoner&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-110565163291449054?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/110565163291449054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=110565163291449054' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/110565163291449054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/110565163291449054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2005/01/somewhere-over-rainnnnnboww.html' title='Somewhere over the Rainnnnnboww'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-110554994258881742</id><published>2005-01-12T10:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T16:59:45.160-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello? Who is this? </title><content type='html'>dudes. hello.&lt;br /&gt;um... i really have nothing to say today except, oh i don't know, Uncle Sam Oatmeal is real good. But only with brown sugar.&lt;br /&gt;i woke up last night at 3:12am and i thought it was the &lt;strong&gt;date&lt;/strong&gt; instead of the time and that I had to get up for some reason, so i turned on my tv and laid there for a while. anyhoo. yes. &lt;br /&gt;I can't believe its only Wednesday. OH man this job is sucking me dry. I must quit. But then there is the money thing. Damn America. they don't help. its like you're in debt with them if they help you.&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired man! Dang! &lt;br /&gt;You know what i'm going to get? one of those like "for dummies" books. On blogs. Cause i need to learn how to make this more interesting. AAARRR!&lt;br /&gt;yes. that is what i'll do. oh but first I need to get contacts and an oil change. oh poop.&lt;br /&gt;ok i really should get back to work....&lt;br /&gt;HA! work. thats funny.&lt;br /&gt;ANd you know its not like I don't like work in general. Just THIS job. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-110554994258881742?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/110554994258881742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=110554994258881742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/110554994258881742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/110554994258881742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2005/01/hello-who-is-this.html' title='Hello? Who is this? '/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-110540011357307903</id><published>2005-01-10T16:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T16:58:41.213-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Posty toasty</title><content type='html'>YO YO YO!&lt;br /&gt;waz up my peoples!&lt;br /&gt;just working. got 30 more minutes in my work day. Hmmmm what did i do? WHAT DID I DO you ask? nothing. nothing at all. I emptied boxes of paper. i pulled out some files and acted like i was working. I read my friend Joshes plays. I wrote him, i wrote Doug, i wrote Jan, i wrote Kristin, i wrote Kelly, i wrote Dan. hmmm.oh i forgot to write Crystal. &lt;br /&gt;i watched Roseanne at lunch. that was cool. but i had to go back before I could watch the other one, which is dumb because i never saw that one before.&lt;br /&gt;ohh check out this picture its so cute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[img]http://www.gorillatango.com/fun/hippoturtle.jpg[/img]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't it great? apparently the hippos mother got killed in the tsunami and the turtle became the surrogate mom. OHH how great. that is so cute i want to vomit.&lt;br /&gt;ok ok no. but i really do.&lt;br /&gt;oh go to my friends blog she's great. www.xanga.com/burgundymasque&lt;br /&gt;although i think she is the only one that reads my blog so "hey kristin check out your own blog!"&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo its great. its neat cause she can put what music she is listening to. I wanna do that. Dang it. Dunno how. phhht. &lt;br /&gt;well anyhoo. i'm gonna tell you anyway buggers. i'm not listening to anything. HA! how about tha- WAIT! i forgot i wanted to listen to OPrah! DAMN IT! it was about women with dark secrets! ARRR! i listened to Montel this morning and it was about kids seeing their parents get killed. I know, rough huh? yeah.&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, i'm very busy this month and people keep coming up to me to do new projects and i'm like HOLD ON let me sort out what i want to do first and make a list of things i need to do! AAH! i'm crapping!.&lt;br /&gt;that is totally what i'm like.&lt;br /&gt;ha. anyway i guess i should work.....oh who am i kidding. I'm not gonna work the last 20 minutes of my day! HA!&lt;br /&gt;good bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-110540011357307903?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/110540011357307903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=110540011357307903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/110540011357307903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/110540011357307903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2005/01/posty-toasty.html' title='Posty toasty'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-110503040777197050</id><published>2005-01-06T10:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T16:58:11.083-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Notorious </title><content type='html'>YOu know, its like i get a headache if i don't drink caffiene, and i get a headache if I do. Its just not fair. I should just drink water. I mean i have water, i should drink it. ow. my head hurts. right at the temple. its like pulsating slowly. &lt;br /&gt;ok it stopped. &lt;br /&gt;So Jude Law got engaged. Now I only have like one more celebrity that I have a chance with. poop. &lt;br /&gt;oh well.  Laa lalaaa. &lt;br /&gt;oh i had a bumpersticker saying I want my radio station back. YAY! woo hoOO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-110503040777197050?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/110503040777197050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=110503040777197050' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/110503040777197050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/110503040777197050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2005/01/notorious.html' title='Notorious '/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-108636475208729395</id><published>2004-06-04T10:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T16:55:42.860-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rummmmm and Monkey WOO</title><content type='html'>ok this is the best website ever. I am getting all these emails from Bentley and I just have to tell you (which is probably just me) to go here....&lt;strong&gt;www.rumandmonkey.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;So anyhoo here is who I am if I were a historical lunatic....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joshua Abraham Norton, first and only Emperor of the United States of America! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born in England sometime in the second decade of the nineteenth century, you carved a notable business career, in South Africa and later San Francisco, until an entry into the rice market wiped out your fortune in 1854. After this, you became quite different. The first sign of this came on September 17, 1859, when you expressed your dissatisfaction with the political situation in America by declaring yourself Norton I, Emperor of the USA. You remained as such, unchallenged, for twenty-one years. &lt;br /&gt;Within a month you had decreed the dissolution of Congress. When this was largely ignored, you summoned all interested parties to discuss the matter in a music hall, and then summoned the army to quell the rebellious leaders in Washington. This did not work. Magnanimously, you decreed (eventually) that Congress could remain for the time being. However, you disbanded both major political parties in 1869, as well as instituting a fine of $25 for using the abominable nickname "Frisco" for your home city. &lt;br /&gt;Your days consisted of parading around your domain - the San Francisco streets - in a uniform of royal blue with gold epaulettes. This was set off by a beaver hat and umbrella. You dispensed philosophy and inspected the state of sidewalks and the police with equal aplomb. You were a great ally of the maligned Chinese of the city, and once dispersed a riot by standing between the Chinese and their would-be assailants and reciting the Lord's Prayer quietly, head bowed.&lt;br /&gt;Once arrested, you were swiftly pardoned by the Police Chief with all apologies, after which all policemen were ordered to salute you on the street. Your renown grew. Proprietors of respectable establishments fixed brass plaques to their walls proclaiming your patronage; musical and theatrical performances invariably reserved seats for you and your two dogs. (As an aside, you were a good friend of Mark Twain, who wrote an epitaph for one of your faithful hounds, Bummer.) The Census of 1870 listed your occupation as "Emperor". &lt;br /&gt;The Board of Supervisors of San Francisco, upon noticing the slightly delapidated state of your attire, replaced it at their own expense. You responded graciously by granting a patent of nobility to each member. Your death, collapsing on the street on January 8, 1880, made front page news under the headline "Le Roi est Mort". Aside from what you had on your person, your possessions amounted to a single sovereign, a collection of walking sticks, an old sabre, your correspondence with Queen Victoria and 1,098,235 shares of stock in a worthless gold mine. Your funeral cortege was of 30,000 people and over two miles long. &lt;br /&gt;The burial was marked by a total eclipse of the sun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I definately think thats me!&lt;br /&gt;I also have two names&lt;br /&gt;my cool name: &lt;strong&gt;Fellatio Jones&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my insult name (name you can call me): &lt;strong&gt;Shoesniffer Son-of-a-cesspit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this website cool?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-108636475208729395?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/108636475208729395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=108636475208729395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/108636475208729395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/108636475208729395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2004/06/rummmmm-and-monkey-woo.html' title='Rummmmm and Monkey WOO'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-108481230627950284</id><published>2004-05-17T11:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T16:55:02.493-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreamy McDreamy</title><content type='html'>My other weird and crazy dream.&lt;br /&gt;I think this is the weirdest one I've ever had. And I will tell you that is a lot. &lt;br /&gt;OK it started out in this village that only had shops and houses on one side (right) and a road in the middle and then a cliff type thing on the left side. It was a peaceful village and ....ok so in this dream it was kind of like a horror movie. It had mainly black, white and blueish colors. It was at night and for some scary reason the villiage was freezing, not "brrr..i'm freezing" but it was turning into ice. The street had a huge crack in it and it felt like at any moment it would open and kill anyone who was there. So all the people were panicking and trying not to die. Then it was the morning and there was a hamburger stand to the right and behind the village. My friend Jennae was saying she was craving a hamburger. and I was hungry too. So my dad and I went up to the stand which looked real peaceful and summery. There was a line because they made good hamburgers and also many of the restaurants in the village were destroyed. But the line went very fast because all the food was premade. the hamburgers were in thier little holders, and the fries were all individually stuck into these holes. I asked my dad if I could have fries but he said no and so I said can I get chips. He said "yeah I think your grandma would think thats ok". But then I ended up not getting chips. We were looking back at the village after we got the hamburgers and it was nighttime over there. There were blinking signs that were on this building that pointed down and they said "Yawn, Downstairs" Which meant someone was downstairs. ..you know to hide from the impending doom. SO we went downstairs and we were looking for the person that put up the signs. She wasn't there so we started eating the burgers. The burgers were huge. HUGE. and only slightly warm. and dry. and then there was this other lady that came up and was hungrely eating a hotdog. This is when I felt like the horror that was in the village was making people crave meat. And that something bad was going to happen after that. But I never got there because my alarm went off. &lt;br /&gt;HOpe that was entertaining to read. Cause it was a weird dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-108481230627950284?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/108481230627950284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=108481230627950284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/108481230627950284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/108481230627950284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2004/05/dreamy-mcdreamy.html' title='Dreamy McDreamy'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-108439277280766709</id><published>2004-05-12T11:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T16:54:37.446-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream a little dreammmmmm</title><content type='html'>I had this crazy dream last night.&lt;br /&gt;Which you should tell me any interpretations if you can...&lt;br /&gt;Ok here it goes,&lt;br /&gt;I was driving in my car and I turned the corner and there were these flashing lights from a cop car. So i went and looked and there were two guys handcuffed and just standing there. And the cop car that had just arrived was looking at this other cop car where there was an unconcious cop laying there. And so the cop called across the park (there was a park)for back up. And the two guys were very big guys and they started attacking me. I tried to run away but they started getting in my car. I was trying to tell them to get away. ONe guy got in my car and i was pulling him out and trying to punch him (but in my dreams punching is very slow) but I did get him a few times in the balls. Then he got out of my car and I closed the door and locked it. Then the passengar side door was opened suddenly and I closed it and locked it, but thought I pressed unlock and then both the unlock and lock buttons had and L on it (lock). then I got out (I don't know why) and started trying to beat up this other guy, punching him where it hurts a few times, except my punches are more like taps. And then I looked over to the park and all these people had gathered in groups just standing there staring at nothing..And I think then it ended...&lt;br /&gt;And you know...the cops didn't help me. Bastards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-108439277280766709?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/108439277280766709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=108439277280766709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/108439277280766709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/108439277280766709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2004/05/dream-little-dreammmmmm.html' title='Dream a little dreammmmmm'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-108431613583530634</id><published>2004-05-11T16:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T16:52:42.940-06:00</updated><title type='text'>100 things about ME!!!!!</title><content type='html'>100 things about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100 things about me. (1.13.05 some things have been deleted...what can i say, people change. No i'm not telling you what stuff.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am Leslie Nesbit&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm listening to Dr. Phil right now....at work.&lt;br /&gt;3. I like eating cheescake, but now my tummy hurts&lt;br /&gt;4. This IS hard.&lt;br /&gt;5. It hurt when I was my true self in high school but everyone always asked me if I was on drugs&lt;br /&gt;6. Though it is pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;7. I miss my dog Lacy, whom i had for 10 years.&lt;br /&gt;8. I love my dog Meeka now, but she bites my face...and she has fish breath, but she doesn't eat fish. &lt;br /&gt;9. I miss that one summer in Portales when I had one class a day and I could just play the rest of the time.&lt;br /&gt;10. I can't wait to be on SNL, cause then I can have the summers off again. And a long Christmas break. &lt;br /&gt;11. I want to move out, but I don't want to pay. Stupid huh?&lt;br /&gt;12. My favorite number is 27, cause I am going to be a vampire then. &lt;br /&gt;13. I don't know if I want to become a vampire that early now.&lt;br /&gt;14. I have a very active imagination....yes?&lt;br /&gt;15. I love my dreams&lt;br /&gt;16. I haven't had any cool ones lately&lt;br /&gt;17. I love watching nature shows. LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;18. and Trauma Life in the ER is a great show too.&lt;br /&gt;19. I wish guys wouldn't be set in their ways and think that girls don't burp or fart. Because we can let them rip too.&lt;br /&gt;20. On the contrary, I don't want anybody to ever hear me fart.&lt;br /&gt;21. I wanted to be a surgeon when i was little to see the innards of people. &lt;br /&gt;22. Then I wanted to be a brain surgeon. So i could poke at the brain and make them move.&lt;br /&gt;23. Then I became deathly afraid of needles. DEATHLY AFRAID.&lt;br /&gt;24. I miss my friend Claire :(&lt;br /&gt;25. I love my new friends so much I could just squeeze them until they pop.&lt;br /&gt;26. I miss my friends I haven't seen them in like 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;27. &lt;-----I should have said that 27 is my favorite number now, instead of earlier. &lt;br /&gt;28. I wish I knew my birth parents heritage. &lt;br /&gt;29. I think my hair has gotten darker. but I didn't dye it.&lt;br /&gt;30. I've played piano for 18 years but I can't remember any of the peices I've learned.&lt;br /&gt;31. I wish I could remember, it would make me seem smarter.&lt;br /&gt;32. I care what people think a lot. But only after I have said something then I mull over it later that night.&lt;br /&gt;33. I'm stressed out&lt;br /&gt;34. I don't like being this kind of stressed out. I can be so stressed out about theatre and plays and work all day long there and be happy, but in a cubbie I am miserable.&lt;br /&gt;35. I don't envy Paris Hilton. She's gross&lt;br /&gt;36. I do envy Jennifer Aniston, because she gets Brad Pitt.&lt;br /&gt;37. I want to do a movie with Brad Pitt&lt;br /&gt;38. and Orlando bloom&lt;br /&gt;39. and Adam Sandler. But only when he writes a song for me, ok I will do any movie with him&lt;br /&gt;40. I want to have a writing team like Adam sandler and make crazy movies&lt;br /&gt;41. I also want to do horror, drama, and action flicks, but I'm afraid if I get locked into comedy (which I don't mind) I won't ever be able to be taken seriously.&lt;br /&gt;42. That makes me sad.&lt;br /&gt;43. Why do they nominate only dramatic actors and dramatic movies when they say that comedy is harder to do than drama? &lt;br /&gt;44. I like my job because I am constanly walking around. walking is good. &lt;br /&gt;45. &lt;br /&gt;46. &lt;br /&gt;47. &lt;br /&gt;48. I had the best years in college&lt;br /&gt;49. I went to college where I didn't know anyone and I got out with more friends than I could ask for&lt;br /&gt;50. I am scared to lose friends&lt;br /&gt;51. I am also scared of the dark&lt;br /&gt;52. I have a fear that someone will come up behind me and stab me in the back&lt;br /&gt;53. Maybe that's how I died in my past life.&lt;br /&gt;54. I too, believe in past lives&lt;br /&gt;55. I believe in reincarnation&lt;br /&gt;56. I believe that I want to be a dog in my next life...but in a spoiled household, not a mean one&lt;br /&gt;57. I think that past lives alternate, if you had a bad one last time, you will have a good one this time. &lt;br /&gt;58. that means that, at least so far, i am going to have a bad life next time.&lt;br /&gt;59. that's scary&lt;br /&gt;60. I worry a lot&lt;br /&gt;61. I like to drink soda, juice, and lemony water. But i still don't drink my quota for the day&lt;br /&gt;62. I feel tired a lot. &lt;br /&gt;63. I wasn't ever really depressed until the pass few months, and I don't know if I'm out of it yet or not&lt;br /&gt;64. I think its getting way better though because of the summer and the warmth&lt;br /&gt;65. oh and I moved in town&lt;br /&gt;66. &lt;br /&gt;67. Sometimes I don't care about anything&lt;br /&gt;68. I love myself alot&lt;br /&gt;69. I didn't know what 69 meant until 9th grade when my friend Valarie told me&lt;br /&gt;70. That's still pretty early to know what that means now that you think about it.&lt;br /&gt;71.  &lt;br /&gt;72. Speaking of valarie, her son is the cutest thing ever born...ever.&lt;br /&gt;73. I want my own kids because I want to continue my bloodline.&lt;br /&gt;74. By the way....if you already didn't know,.....i'm adopted.&lt;br /&gt;75. I don't think I have issues about that, though my mom always asks me if I do&lt;br /&gt;76. No, mom, I don't&lt;br /&gt;77. I believe in Angels, and pray to them more than whoever else is up there.&lt;br /&gt;78. I have 3 imaginary friends- Billybobjoefred,&lt;br /&gt;79. another one I don't think has a name...hm....and&lt;br /&gt;80. A dog, a black lab to be more precise.&lt;br /&gt;81. I don't think i am going to get the job I applied for, but maybe that's fate talking and i won't mess with it.&lt;br /&gt;82. Yes I believe in fate.&lt;br /&gt;83. I don't like it when people talk about me like I'm not there&lt;br /&gt;84. I wish I could fly, or have super transport powers&lt;br /&gt;85. But if i had to choose an x-men character I would be ..whats her name....Mystique. &lt;br /&gt;86. I had to look that up, cause I don't have a good memory.&lt;br /&gt;87. I do have a good memory, but only for the little things in life&lt;br /&gt;88. I trust too easily, but i'm ok with that so far.&lt;br /&gt;89. One day I will have the coolest house ever.&lt;br /&gt;90. Speaking of money, I am going to build a no-kill shelter and vetrinarian place in Portales, when I'm rich.&lt;br /&gt;91. &lt;br /&gt;92. &lt;br /&gt;93. I want to talk to animals. NOt bugs though. &lt;br /&gt;94. I like living, it's pretty fun.&lt;br /&gt;95. I kinda have 2 colors in my eyes. Brown on the outside, green on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;96. &lt;br /&gt;97. &lt;br /&gt;98. I'm almost done and I am glad because I am running out of things to say.&lt;br /&gt;99. I want $99 in one dollar bills. That way I can pretend I'm rich for a while&lt;br /&gt;100. I lied on this whole thing.......Just kidding. NO really I'm just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-108431613583530634?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/feeds/108431613583530634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6906223&amp;postID=108431613583530634' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/108431613583530634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/108431613583530634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2004/05/100-things-about-me.html' title='100 things about ME!!!!!'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-108394361327943330</id><published>2004-05-07T10:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T16:51:42.096-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Glippity glippity glee</title><content type='html'>So I am sitting here wishing that i was in my beautiful bed, laying (Lying?) on my wonderful fluffy pillow and hoping that this is all a dream. &lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't that be great? Work as a dream. Wait. no. I like my dreams, they're a lot more fun than work. OR if work was a dream and I realized it was a dream then I could fly, or tell off everyone that complained I was giving them work. &lt;br /&gt;Complaining is fine yes, but not at 9:00 in the morning. Although I'm complaining. OK so it's ok for me to complain. Yeah that sounds about right. &lt;br /&gt;My eyes are burning. Why do eyes burn. stupid eyes. now people will think I was smokin a little....you know.&lt;br /&gt;I realized that I have gone this long and I haven't mentioned Friends. Friends. Thats a great word. Fri-ends. We should say it like that. &lt;br /&gt;Ok that's all I'm going to mention about Friends. Except that it was a good one. They didn't disappoint me, thats for sure. They even brought in the foozeball table! FOOZEBALL! &lt;br /&gt;If only I ould type and sleep at the same time. That would rock. &lt;br /&gt;Well. that's all for right now. I guess. Ok. I'm gonna go work now....but if I had my choice, I would be swimming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-108394361327943330?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/108394361327943330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/108394361327943330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2004/05/glippity-glippity-glee.html' title='Glippity glippity glee'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6906223.post-108388038354842561</id><published>2004-05-06T16:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T16:51:04.603-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First Postie ever</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be like Bentley. And thus this is what happened. Yes. I thought I would say hello to everyone and um.....tell you that.....uh......."Don't dream it...Be it" &lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Thats all for today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6906223-108388038354842561?l=a27monkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/108388038354842561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6906223/posts/default/108388038354842561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a27monkey.blogspot.com/2004/05/first-postie-ever.html' title='First Postie ever'/><author><name>Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00922637510780186942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oR4msGAYPak/TN8_26dMeCI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TLXvvWIdZM0/S220/photo.jpeg'/></author></entry></feed>
