<?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-4796045672937798143</id><updated>2012-02-16T23:25:14.252-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TIME AFTER SOME TIME</title><subtitle type='html'>A collection of bullshit and beauty, thoughts and ideas, truth and wisdom, lies and misconceptions, love and understanding.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timeaftersometime.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796045672937798143/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timeaftersometime.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12450991753340548831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796045672937798143.post-6659617010115556661</id><published>2009-04-25T20:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T20:24:57.614-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TALENT</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Eculqz5oq2I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Eculqz5oq2I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4796045672937798143-6659617010115556661?l=timeaftersometime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796045672937798143/posts/default/6659617010115556661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796045672937798143/posts/default/6659617010115556661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timeaftersometime.blogspot.com/2009/04/talent.html' title='TALENT'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12450991753340548831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796045672937798143.post-4696226336832821065</id><published>2009-04-24T09:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T09:43:45.697-04:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS SHIT MUST STOP!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Over the recent weeks, two adolescent males have committed suicide from being bullied, taunted and called gay at school.  Something MUST be done about this.  This is unacceptable.  If these boys were called racial epithets, like nigger, rag head, gook or any other idiotic negative racial term and were picked on in that sense, schools would never in a million years tolerate such BULLSHIT! &lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that today's school systems are teaching hate....but they damn sure aren't teaching acceptance.  This is unspeakable sadness. Not because he may or may not have been gay but because he was a CHILD that had so much life ahead of him. Don't tolerate HATE in any form. Please don't overlook bullying or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;racism&lt;/span&gt; or homophobia or any form of discrimination.  Not standing up for what is right in this world only condones the evil that others do.  Not one more child, male or female, gay or straight needs to die over something so preventable. My immense sadness over this has manifested itself into anger. See for yourself below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2009/US/04/23/bullying.suicide/index.html"&gt;http://www.cnn.com/2009/US/04/23/bullying.suicide/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4796045672937798143-4696226336832821065?l=timeaftersometime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796045672937798143/posts/default/4696226336832821065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796045672937798143/posts/default/4696226336832821065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timeaftersometime.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-shit-must-stop.html' title='THIS SHIT MUST STOP!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12450991753340548831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796045672937798143.post-4445998768088064717</id><published>2009-04-22T11:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T11:54:14.809-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Britain..2  USA...0</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T73IhcIs8sA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T73IhcIs8sA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW!! Britain most definetly has talent. Check this one out!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4796045672937798143-4445998768088064717?l=timeaftersometime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796045672937798143/posts/default/4445998768088064717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796045672937798143/posts/default/4445998768088064717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timeaftersometime.blogspot.com/2009/04/britain2-usa0.html' title='Britain..2  USA...0'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12450991753340548831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796045672937798143.post-2768943803402094878</id><published>2009-04-16T12:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T13:08:28.339-04:00</updated><title type='text'>GAY GAY GAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ax62TIDVTFk&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/Ax62TIDVTFk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people have way too much time on their hands. The kid in the Youtube video above is 15 year old Valmir Potter "Spears" from Brazil. He and his friend, Josy, make their own videos, choreographed to Britney Spears' songs. Quite frankly, they are fucking hysterical. I wanted to post his rendition of "If U Seek Amy" but, it has been removed from Youtube for terms of service violation. He does "Womanizer" in the video above. When the girl pops up from behind the kitchen counter at about :25 seconds into the video, I just about lose my shit. The gayest thing to come out of Brazil since Havaianas. Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4796045672937798143-2768943803402094878?l=timeaftersometime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796045672937798143/posts/default/2768943803402094878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796045672937798143/posts/default/2768943803402094878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timeaftersometime.blogspot.com/2009/04/gay-gay-gay.html' title='GAY GAY GAY'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12450991753340548831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796045672937798143.post-4332155088876201306</id><published>2009-04-15T17:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T20:53:18.087-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Only Downtown...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DLf0VHIprm4/SeZbUHDEmTI/AAAAAAAAACU/kyCjlCCNjA0/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325044010459633970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DLf0VHIprm4/SeZbUHDEmTI/AAAAAAAAACU/kyCjlCCNjA0/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My boyfriend always says that a bunch of weirdos live downtown, and specifically in my buildings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate to say, that today, he was proven right. As I was coming down the sidewalk, I witnessed a guy scooping up dog shit in a plastic grocery bag in front of the first building. My first thought was that he was just picking up after his pet and was taking the "bag o' shit" to the dumpster to discard it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH BUT NO....... he scooped up the bag of dog shit in his plastic grocery bag and took off running down the street. I stopped dead in my tracks, mainly in utter shock but also to see where he was going. He didn't stop. He kept running, never dropping the "bag o' doodie". Running, passing several trash cans. And running, still with his shit sack. I stood there in awe as I watched him run until he rounded the corner several blocks away and was out of sight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WTF? It was like he had just being caught stealing dog shit. Like I'm the shit police or something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah...weirdos do live downtown. But I wouldn't live anywhere else. 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/4796045672937798143-4332155088876201306?l=timeaftersometime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796045672937798143/posts/default/4332155088876201306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796045672937798143/posts/default/4332155088876201306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timeaftersometime.blogspot.com/2009/04/only-downtown.html' title='Only Downtown...'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12450991753340548831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DLf0VHIprm4/SeZbUHDEmTI/AAAAAAAAACU/kyCjlCCNjA0/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796045672937798143.post-4473307837356836524</id><published>2009-04-14T18:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T18:13:02.145-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Judge A Book By Its Cover</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DLf0VHIprm4/SeUIptRQ7NI/AAAAAAAAACM/uArXeGv_T48/s1600-h/Susan_Boyle_1383642c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324671647055146194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DLf0VHIprm4/SeUIptRQ7NI/AAAAAAAAACM/uArXeGv_T48/s400/Susan_Boyle_1383642c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have probably seen or heard about this by now. If you haven't, I felt inclined to share. This is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;contestant&lt;/span&gt; on "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Britain's&lt;/span&gt; Got Talent". Susan Boyle is her name. I'm certain this isn't the last anyone will ever hear of her. AMAZING! Check out the bitch that rolls her eyes at her....at the end her face is SO SHATTERED. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9lp0IWv8QZY"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9lp0IWv8QZY&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/4796045672937798143-4473307837356836524?l=timeaftersometime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796045672937798143/posts/default/4473307837356836524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796045672937798143/posts/default/4473307837356836524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timeaftersometime.blogspot.com/2009/04/never-judge-book-by-its-cover.html' title='Never Judge A Book By Its Cover'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12450991753340548831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DLf0VHIprm4/SeUIptRQ7NI/AAAAAAAAACM/uArXeGv_T48/s72-c/Susan_Boyle_1383642c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796045672937798143.post-2394180632785582819</id><published>2009-04-10T09:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T09:37:08.584-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts and Prayers</title><content type='html'>Last night my best friend's mother was killed in an accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to ask if you are reading this and you are a spiritual person that you please keep my friend and their family in your thoughts and prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few things to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;reiterate&lt;/span&gt; here.  Don't be a childish bitch over something stupid, being mad and distancing your friend.  You never know when they are going to need you and when you may need them.  Although in a time of need, that all washes away, it's just not something that friends, family or friends who are family...should do.  And you don't want to feel like an ass when something bad happens.  The point is, "you never know".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You never know" what may happen to anyone that you love.  Something could take them from you in an instant.  So please, let the people you love and care for know how you feel.  If you love them, say it.  You shouldn't get tired of saying it and they will never get tired of hearing it.  Always remember, the last thing you say to someone could be the last thing they ever hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be blogging for a few days. I have strep throat and will be attending funeral arrangements with my friend and obviously won't feel like blogging. Again, I ask that you keep my friend and their family in your thoughts and prayers.  Go tell someone that you love them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4796045672937798143-2394180632785582819?l=timeaftersometime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796045672937798143/posts/default/2394180632785582819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796045672937798143/posts/default/2394180632785582819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timeaftersometime.blogspot.com/2009/04/thoughts-and-prayers.html' title='Thoughts and Prayers'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12450991753340548831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796045672937798143.post-5498162420728981359</id><published>2009-04-06T23:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T23:32:40.079-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful, Dirty, Rich</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DLf0VHIprm4/SdrI9FGoJOI/AAAAAAAAACE/05Ix0z4AABs/s1600-h/LadyGaga-PokerFace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321786861359211746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DLf0VHIprm4/SdrI9FGoJOI/AAAAAAAAACE/05Ix0z4AABs/s400/LadyGaga-PokerFace.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lady Gaga - "Beautiful, Dirty, Rich"  from AOL Sessions. Un huh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://music.aol.com/video/beautiful-dirty-rich-aol-sessions/lady-gaga/2460916"&gt;http://music.aol.com/video/beautiful-dirty-rich-aol-sessions/lady-gaga/2460916&lt;/a&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/4796045672937798143-5498162420728981359?l=timeaftersometime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796045672937798143/posts/default/5498162420728981359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796045672937798143/posts/default/5498162420728981359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timeaftersometime.blogspot.com/2009/04/beautiful-dirty-rich.html' title='Beautiful, Dirty, Rich'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12450991753340548831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DLf0VHIprm4/SdrI9FGoJOI/AAAAAAAAACE/05Ix0z4AABs/s72-c/LadyGaga-PokerFace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796045672937798143.post-783011504903120500</id><published>2009-04-06T22:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T22:44:17.135-04:00</updated><title type='text'>GO TO HELL CAROLINA!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DLf0VHIprm4/Sdq92RznbDI/AAAAAAAAAB8/c-daunNSutY/s1600-h/tarheelssuck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321774649882143794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DLf0VHIprm4/Sdq92RznbDI/AAAAAAAAAB8/c-daunNSutY/s400/tarheelssuck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though I'm from North Carolina, I'd pull for Team North Korea against the Tarheels. UNC fans are cocky, obnoxious, most of them never even went to college...must less to Carolina. They're pretentious, ghetto, poor sport, whiners. Congratulations on your...what appears to be...NCAA Championship win against Michigan State. Now go loot Chapel Hill, puke, pull Hansborough out of the closet, start fires in Franklin Street so you can jump through them and then SHUT THE FUCK UP until next year!! Douchebags.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4796045672937798143-783011504903120500?l=timeaftersometime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796045672937798143/posts/default/783011504903120500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796045672937798143/posts/default/783011504903120500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timeaftersometime.blogspot.com/2009/04/go-to-hell-carolina.html' title='GO TO HELL CAROLINA!!!!'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12450991753340548831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DLf0VHIprm4/Sdq92RznbDI/AAAAAAAAAB8/c-daunNSutY/s72-c/tarheelssuck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796045672937798143.post-4683247717450968430</id><published>2009-04-06T09:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T09:31:56.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Justice Served?</title><content type='html'>Last week a woman in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Redding&lt;/span&gt;, CA was sentenced to 6 years in state prison for accidentally killing a woman in an auto accident. Wait for it..... Here's the catch.  The woman was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt; and speeding when she crashed into a line of vehicles in a construction zone, killing a person in one of the cars she hit, when it burst into flames.&lt;br /&gt;6 years? Seriously? This is fucking ridiculous.  Accidents are called such for a reason.  The bitch was stupid and careless. I get that. But 6 years in prison?  Who hasn't sent a text while driving? Apparently, quite a few people.  In the poll accompanying the article, 73% of 36,000 people said they have NEVER sent a text while driving.  BULLSHIT. &lt;br /&gt;Here's even more bullshit.  Rapper, T.I. was sentenced to ONLY 366 days in prison for the massive arsenal the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ATF&lt;/span&gt; confiscated when they raided his home.  I'm not hating on T.I., I'm actually a fan.  But when a convicted felon posses enough automatic weapons to arm a militia and only gets 366 days in prison, while a stupid bitch that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;accidentally&lt;/span&gt; kills someone due to speeding and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt; gets 6 years....someone has gotten it seriously twisted.&lt;br /&gt;This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Redding&lt;/span&gt;, CA woman was obviously being made an example of.  A more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;appropriate&lt;/span&gt; punishment would have been revoking her license and probation.  Don't get me wrong a civil suit from the victim's family is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; in order.  But , if this shit is that serious a problem, then California needs to ban cell phones in cars PERIOD.  This is stupid.  She should have hired a better lawyer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4796045672937798143-4683247717450968430?l=timeaftersometime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796045672937798143/posts/default/4683247717450968430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796045672937798143/posts/default/4683247717450968430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timeaftersometime.blogspot.com/2009/04/justice-served.html' title='Justice Served?'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12450991753340548831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796045672937798143.post-7216524632912373466</id><published>2009-04-02T09:11:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T22:45:27.489-04:00</updated><title type='text'>She KILLED IT!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DLf0VHIprm4/SdS7gDatS6I/AAAAAAAAAB0/s7uSY42Gkxk/s1600-h/American-Idol-Gaga_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320083219178933154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DLf0VHIprm4/SdS7gDatS6I/AAAAAAAAAB0/s7uSY42Gkxk/s400/American-Idol-Gaga_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lady Gaga killed it last night in her American Idol performance. This bitch is the real deal. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;shiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Her performance last night encompasses her total package. What you see is only half of what you get. She's got skills. Everything, from the outfit, arrangement and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;choreography&lt;/span&gt; was bananas. I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;officially&lt;/span&gt; goo goo for Gaga. Watch out Britney. Lady Gaga can sing and dance. AT THE SAME TIME. The up and coming Queen of Pop. If you missed the performance, hit the link below. Check out the standing ovation at the end. She gave those bitches the flu!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7c2FMvQuDOY"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7c2FMvQuDOY&lt;/a&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/4796045672937798143-7216524632912373466?l=timeaftersometime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796045672937798143/posts/default/7216524632912373466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796045672937798143/posts/default/7216524632912373466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timeaftersometime.blogspot.com/2009/04/she-killed-it.html' title='She KILLED IT!!!'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12450991753340548831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DLf0VHIprm4/SdS7gDatS6I/AAAAAAAAAB0/s7uSY42Gkxk/s72-c/American-Idol-Gaga_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796045672937798143.post-1599348290059871989</id><published>2009-04-01T23:49:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T01:18:00.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks...I Guess</title><content type='html'>I've been blogging for almost a month now. When I started blogging, I decided to start blogging for "shits and giggles" and to have a "creative" outlet for my thoughts and opinions. Mainly just to make an attempt to sort the shit that runs through my mind on the daily.&lt;br /&gt;Almost a month ago when I wrote my first blog I never imagined getting a TOTAL of 10 hits, period. Now, I'm averaging 5 to 7 hits a day. I get the whole static &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;IP&lt;/span&gt; address possibility, causing numerous hits from the same person. But still, I'm a more than a little shocked and quite grateful at the results.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying I have a Perez Hilton following by any means. (By the way, did you happen to catch the Bad Girls Club Reunion he hosted last night? That &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;shiz&lt;/span&gt; was HILARIOUS!!). I'll also be the first to admit that most of the time, my blog posts are nothing more than boring, meaningless, bullshit ramblings that aren't even that interesting. But, more than 35 different people check in to see what stupid shit I have to say each week. THAT BLOWS MY MIND. I mean, fuck...I don't even know anyone that lives in Apex, NC or Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;So, thanks for your genuine interest, your waste of time, your moment of bliss to make fun of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;grammatical&lt;/span&gt; errors a plenty, or your other critiques.&lt;br /&gt;But just keeping it real....I don't do it for you. I do it for me. Don't get me wrong, its flattering to get hits each day. But honestly, if you know my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OCD&lt;/span&gt; ass, you know it bothers me MORE to get these hits and to NOT KNOW WHO the viewers are. None the less, thanks...I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4796045672937798143-1599348290059871989?l=timeaftersometime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796045672937798143/posts/default/1599348290059871989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796045672937798143/posts/default/1599348290059871989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timeaftersometime.blogspot.com/2009/04/thanksi-guess.html' title='Thanks...I Guess'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12450991753340548831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796045672937798143.post-1008487361149767555</id><published>2009-03-31T18:48:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T18:54:14.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Another day, dats all it is. Jus another day"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DLf0VHIprm4/SdKeqfWkJkI/AAAAAAAAABk/oavDopL8Ifk/s1600-h/hidesilverware.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319488562685814338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DLf0VHIprm4/SdKeqfWkJkI/AAAAAAAAABk/oavDopL8Ifk/s400/hidesilverware.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend in Florida sent the link below to my cell late last night. This is a HOT GHETTO MESS!! LMAO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XT2UmZxzmjs&amp;amp;eurl=http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2Efacebook%@ecom%2Fhome%2Ephp%3F&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XT2UmZxzmjs&amp;amp;eurl=http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2Efacebook%@ecom%2Fhome%2Ephp%3F&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&lt;/a&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/4796045672937798143-1008487361149767555?l=timeaftersometime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796045672937798143/posts/default/1008487361149767555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796045672937798143/posts/default/1008487361149767555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timeaftersometime.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-day-dats-all-it-is-jus-another.html' title='&quot;Another day, dats all it is. Jus another day&quot;'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12450991753340548831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DLf0VHIprm4/SdKeqfWkJkI/AAAAAAAAABk/oavDopL8Ifk/s72-c/hidesilverware.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796045672937798143.post-8530045014558725893</id><published>2009-03-30T18:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T18:36:02.661-04:00</updated><title type='text'>There's An App For That...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DLf0VHIprm4/SdFCW8etpqI/AAAAAAAAABU/W6VzES5Ulfw/s1600-h/pre_open_close.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319105596860769954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DLf0VHIprm4/SdFCW8etpqI/AAAAAAAAABU/W6VzES5Ulfw/s320/pre_open_close.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Palm is releasing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;, a new kick ass phone to compete with the iPhone 3G, sometime before Summer.  This is sweet news to me because I'm probably the only person in the free world right now that doesn't want an iPhone or that doesn't already have one.  I have the Palm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Treo&lt;/span&gt; and I love it.  I don't want something that EVERYONE has.  If I wanted to be like everyone else, I'd recycle and pretend to care about the environment.&lt;br /&gt;Quite frankly, people with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;iPhones&lt;/span&gt; annoy me.  If you know someone that has one, they probably have shown you something on it.  Shoved it all up in your face and said something like, "check this out", "isn't this cool", or "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;, I just got my iPhone and there's even an app to tell me how AWESOME I am".  Go to a bar, and some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;doucebag&lt;/span&gt; is doing God knows what on it.  News flash...just because Apple makes the iPhone, you having one doesn't make you cool and hip to technology.  A 10 year old could operate it, and in most cases they do.  Merry Christmas Sally and Freddie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has that damn phone.  An &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt; phone but with SHITTY AT&amp;amp;T service.  I'd like to drop someone with an iPhone in the middle of Arizona, on I-40 about 60 miles west of Flagstaff, or hell, even Austin, TX and see how much fun they have with their precious "electronic orgasm" then.  What happens? You would end up with a very expensive &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;No "G"&lt;/span&gt; Touch that has zero service. Wonder if there's an app for that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not completely hating on the iPhone.  There is one app that is cool as hell and I wish was available on other devices.  It's a $2 app that gives you a bunch of different options to use when taking photos with your iPhone.  For example, it gives you instant camera mode, 1974 mode(basically looks like a Polaroid) and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;helga&lt;/span&gt; mode. Very kick ass.  If anyone knows if there is anything like this as a basic photo app for all phones let me know. I really doubt it though. Apple bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Palm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt; will be exclusive to Sprint. Lucky me.  Check out some of the specs here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.engadget.com/2009/01/13/palm-pre-everything-you-ever-wanted-to-know/"&gt;http://www.engadget.com/2009/01/13/palm-pre-everything-you-ever-wanted-to-know/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4796045672937798143-8530045014558725893?l=timeaftersometime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796045672937798143/posts/default/8530045014558725893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796045672937798143/posts/default/8530045014558725893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timeaftersometime.blogspot.com/2009/03/theres-app-for-that.html' title='There&apos;s An App For That...'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12450991753340548831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DLf0VHIprm4/SdFCW8etpqI/AAAAAAAAABU/W6VzES5Ulfw/s72-c/pre_open_close.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796045672937798143.post-6505618356784735631</id><published>2009-03-29T15:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T16:14:48.484-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How I Wish You Were Here</title><content type='html'>Today, I'm nursing a serious hangover. I went out with some straight friends last night. I had a great time. I love hanging with straight people. There's never any drama. You never have to be concerned with running into people you don't want to see or dress for a fashion critique. It's always what "going out" was meant to be...drinking, having fun and hanging out with cool people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been on the sofa most of the day waiting for my boyfriend to finally arrive, napping in and out, watching the game and downloading music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever so often, I go through my ipod and delete songs that I'm tired of or songs that are old; mainly the ones that remind me of college. For some reason, I'm on a DMB kick today. I had previously deleted all the DMB songs I had on my ipod because I was not going to be "that guy". "That guy" being the cliche, frat boy stoner that worships Dave Matthews. Because honestly, I'm none of those things. And quite frankly, I was just tired of certain songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what goes around comes around. I've revived the DMB songs that I like back into my ipod, along with some Feist, Leona Naess, Keri Hilson and Lil Wayne. Random, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since, I'm not doing much of anything, and have; so far, wasted an almost perfectly beautiful day, I figured I would skimp on the blog writing and post some amazing lyrics.  This is an awesome song that just puts it out there.  It's quite simple, but cuts very deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Where are you going &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;with your long face pulling down?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don’t hide away like an ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But you can’t see, but you can smell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And the sound of waves coming down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am no superman not at all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and I have no answers for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am no hero, oh and that’s for sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But I do know one thing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Is where you are is where I belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I do know, where you go, is where I want to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Where are you going, where do you go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Are you looking for answers, for reasons under the stars?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If along the way you are growing weary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You can rest with me until a brighter day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You're okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am no superman, thats for sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and I have no answers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am no hero, oh don't you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But I do know one thing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;where you are, is where I belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;where you go, I do know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Is where I belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Where are you going &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;with your beautiful face looking down?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't hide away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You are like an ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;that I can't see but I can smell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sound of your waves coming down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am no superman that's for sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have no answers for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am no hero, oh that I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But I do know one thing, is where you are,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;is where I belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Where you are, I do know, is where I want to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;~Dave Matthews&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Where Are You Going (live version)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4796045672937798143-6505618356784735631?l=timeaftersometime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796045672937798143/posts/default/6505618356784735631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796045672937798143/posts/default/6505618356784735631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timeaftersometime.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-i-wish-you-were-here.html' title='How I Wish You Were Here'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12450991753340548831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796045672937798143.post-1385524168273713149</id><published>2009-03-26T09:28:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T14:34:50.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Really Grinds My Gears</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DLf0VHIprm4/ScuLNlUXAdI/AAAAAAAAABM/gPd-eSMaEdM/s1600-h/l_2ff16abbcc200dfdb44b778e3af2a21c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317496850513068498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DLf0VHIprm4/ScuLNlUXAdI/AAAAAAAAABM/gPd-eSMaEdM/s320/l_2ff16abbcc200dfdb44b778e3af2a21c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was bored this morning on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MySpace&lt;/span&gt;. I know, how miserable. Right? None the less, I was looking at a profile this morning and it hit me.... I really do HATE some people. Just keeping it real. I know that's wrong but there are some people we, as humans, don't like, and will never like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In looking at this person's profile, I realized AGAIN one of the MANY reasons why I don't like SOME people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what really grinds my gears...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;douchebags&lt;/span&gt; take photos of their car and put them all over their profile? News flash asshole...if people are your "friends"; one, they know that you are a pretentious fuck; and two, they know what kind of car you have and what it looks like. Why post pics of the interior and exterior of your shit like you are trying to sell it on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Craigslist&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what really did me in when looking at this particular profile that I happened to come across. This person had a room by room photo tour of their house, with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;smartass&lt;/span&gt; pretentious comments with each pic. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Oye&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;vay&lt;/span&gt;. Seriously? It looked like Rainbow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Brite&lt;/span&gt; had thrown up all over the walls of this place (see photo above). Please don't mistake my critique as bitterness. I'm just simply saying, if you have friends, they should know what your house looks like. And, if you have friends, they should have told you that it looks like a team of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;psychiatric&lt;/span&gt; patients on LSD decorated your home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost like this person was trying to market themselves on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;MySpace&lt;/span&gt; by showing "what they have" instead of "who they are". But, for me, "it ain't a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;werkin&lt;/span&gt;'". I totally saw what you have and who you are and I'm not impressed. And apparently no one else is either. 30 years old, single and only 39 friends in an area you grew up in? Perhaps, I'm being a little tough and critical here. Maybe this is what happens when you don't have many friends because you have shit on people your whole life. So what else are you going to have pictures of on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;MySpace&lt;/span&gt;? Who else do you "hang out" with besides your material things and your fat horribly bleached job Mom? Go for what you know, boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I didn't already know this person was a total douche, one look at their profile would have clued me in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends don't let friends post pictures of pretentious, materialistic, horribly decorated shit in public places!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for an intervention.&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/4796045672937798143-1385524168273713149?l=timeaftersometime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796045672937798143/posts/default/1385524168273713149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796045672937798143/posts/default/1385524168273713149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timeaftersometime.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-really-grinds-my-gears.html' title='What Really Grinds My Gears'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12450991753340548831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DLf0VHIprm4/ScuLNlUXAdI/AAAAAAAAABM/gPd-eSMaEdM/s72-c/l_2ff16abbcc200dfdb44b778e3af2a21c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796045672937798143.post-6218586064147601336</id><published>2009-03-26T08:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T08:47:13.548-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lil Bootsie Bad</title><content type='html'>Just back from my doctor's appointment and I am free from my boot!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several weeks ago I fractured my tibia. I was stuck on crutches for a few weeks and in a damned big black ankle boot....up until now.  It's really hard to accessorize and dress up a boot like that.  There's no way to make it cool.  Unless you have been in one before, you have no idea how stoked I am to be out of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wish "the boot" on anyone.  Well maybe one or two people.  xoxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4796045672937798143-6218586064147601336?l=timeaftersometime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796045672937798143/posts/default/6218586064147601336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796045672937798143/posts/default/6218586064147601336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timeaftersometime.blogspot.com/2009/03/lil-bootsie-bad.html' title='Lil Bootsie Bad'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12450991753340548831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796045672937798143.post-8788004166837235835</id><published>2009-03-24T18:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T18:54:01.747-04:00</updated><title type='text'>GooGoo for Gaga</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DLf0VHIprm4/Sclj-Hz-ACI/AAAAAAAAABE/Ftw-dGozcik/s1600-h/Lady-gaga-corset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316890753987641378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DLf0VHIprm4/Sclj-Hz-ACI/AAAAAAAAABE/Ftw-dGozcik/s400/Lady-gaga-corset.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DLf0VHIprm4/ScljeKjLiwI/AAAAAAAAAA8/pjSfsDbbQYw/s1600-h/Lady-gaga-corset.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;AMAZING!!!!! HOT HOT HOT!!! Check it out...Live performance and gagaloo version of Poker Face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zU5jmbPvPwU"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zU5jmbPvPwU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DLf0VHIprm4/ScljeKjLiwI/AAAAAAAAAA8/pjSfsDbbQYw/s1600-h/Lady-gaga-corset.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DLf0VHIprm4/ScljeKjLiwI/AAAAAAAAAA8/pjSfsDbbQYw/s1600-h/Lady-gaga-corset.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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/4796045672937798143-8788004166837235835?l=timeaftersometime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796045672937798143/posts/default/8788004166837235835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796045672937798143/posts/default/8788004166837235835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timeaftersometime.blogspot.com/2009/03/googoo-for-gaga.html' title='GooGoo for Gaga'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12450991753340548831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DLf0VHIprm4/Sclj-Hz-ACI/AAAAAAAAABE/Ftw-dGozcik/s72-c/Lady-gaga-corset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796045672937798143.post-4083261816450063348</id><published>2009-03-24T13:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T16:37:21.361-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In Search of Sunrise</title><content type='html'>Took two days off from blogging. Nothing much going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday two anonymous friends and I visited Boylan Bridge Brew Pub. I thought I would give it another shot since they had just opened the last time I was there. I thought for sure, since a week or so had passed, that they would most definitely have their shit together. The first thing the server said as she came to our table was, "ok, so here's what we are out of...". Its a fucking brewery that BREWS their own beer!! One would think, they could just brew more. I'm not an idiot and&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I realize that you can't just brew beer like you would a pot of coffee. But, seriously this place sucks ass. Out of the 6 or so beers they brew, they only had 2. The two that they had were in stock for a reason. They sucked. We took a few sips and didn't drink anymore. The server suggested another beer (not theirs), and sampled us on it. So for the 3 of us she brought ONE shot glass of the beer she was sampling for us. I was like, this bitch has lost her damn mind. I mean damn. Maybe they are short on glasses or a Mexican in the kitchen to wash dishes, but the least this bitch could have done is bring us 3 straws.&lt;br /&gt;As far as ambiance, again, I went hoping for music and got nothing but the background noise of passing street traffic. What a waste of a great spot. No wonder it took them so long to finally open. The way it's operating now open is an easy indicator of why it took them nearly a year and a half to open. They seriously need to get their shit together.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't suggest this place. If you're going just for the view...just take a 40oz, your ipod and hang out on the Boylan Bridge. Save yourself the trouble.&lt;br /&gt;The night wasn't a total loss. My friends and I ended up at the Burough. Thank GOD it wasn't infested with the stalkerish queer-o-sexuals that stare at you the entire time last night. We had a good time and the drinks there are ALWAYS on point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this CD came out last year(2008) but I can't seem to get it off my ipod. Tiesto's In Search Of Sunrise 7:Asia is amazing!! If you like trance, you should definitely download this shit. Very chill, very upbeat mood music. It's a 2 disc set so you don't get tired of the same 12 tracks. 28 tracks total. It's also available on Limewire for download in 2 full mixes. One file per disc. Just do a search for the album... In Search Of Sunrise 7:Asia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to buy groceries at the Fresh Market. I wish they delivered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4796045672937798143-4083261816450063348?l=timeaftersometime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796045672937798143/posts/default/4083261816450063348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796045672937798143/posts/default/4083261816450063348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timeaftersometime.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-search-of-sunrise.html' title='In Search of Sunrise'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12450991753340548831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796045672937798143.post-5939501247797610962</id><published>2009-03-21T17:54:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T18:40:55.291-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pppp Pppp Poker Face</title><content type='html'>It is my strong belief that sometimes we all need to pause and self access; taking a personal inventory of our lives. That's the point I'm at right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm taking a long hard look at my "friends", my job, my decisions, my future, relationships, where I live, and most of all what really matters to me. For me, this accessment only happens usually about once every 3 years. Of course, I think about my future and you bet your ass I insta-access friends and relationships, in the moment, when shit happens. However, for me, 3 years is about the half-life of my patience for change. Also, this 3 year period is usually my time table for short term goal achievement, as well.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DLf0VHIprm4/ScVrRIKgwRI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WjfCVRBA2-g/s1600-h/Namaste.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This assessment doesn't always mean that I ditch my friends, relationships, and job every 3 years. I just evaluate where I stand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A lot can happen within 3 years. My goals change. Friends and relationships drift closer together or further apart. And as I continue to age in reverse(lol), my opinions, ambitions and values tend to fluctuate. So, this self assessment is a good way to clear away "dead weight", course correct and move forward along my life's path.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every one's life, sooner or later, needs an enema.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here's to personal inventories, battling personal demons and Grey Goose. Namaste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&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/4796045672937798143-5939501247797610962?l=timeaftersometime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796045672937798143/posts/default/5939501247797610962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796045672937798143/posts/default/5939501247797610962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timeaftersometime.blogspot.com/2009/03/pppp-pppp-poker-face.html' title='Pppp Pppp Poker Face'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12450991753340548831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796045672937798143.post-6798332115054979038</id><published>2009-03-19T18:26:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T19:07:38.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bullshit Ramble or Destiny</title><content type='html'>It is my opinion that everyone is placed in our life for a specific reason. Don't get it twisted to mean that our lives are already preplanned by some higher spiritual being. People that we come in contact with daily, friends that we have had for many years, relationships, sex partners, coworkers (you get my point) all serve a greater purpose in our life. They are the "tools" that we are given in our life. Some lift us up when we are down. Some give us advice or share experiences that guide our life decisions. Some make us cry our eyes out for good or for bad. Some drag us down to the pits of pure hell on earth. Whatever the case, they (the tools) influence our past, present and future. Some are taken from us far too soon, while others long out live their welcome. Whatever the case, we use these "tools" to "build" off of our experiences with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how insignificant a person may seem, they serve a purpose. I believe that we are put in certain places at certain times in order to be supplied the "tools" that impact our life and the lives of others. How we choose to use them is our decision to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may seem like bullshit to some. However, when you think about, everyone needs someone else to fulfill something in their life on a daily basis. Whether it's a compliment from a stranger that makes a difference or simple human interaction, it's all significant. If you have ever seen "Castaway", this is why Tom Hanks made friends with a fucking basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time spent with someone that you love with all of your heart; that gets taken away or time spent with an asshole that uses you....both are significant. And if we appreciate the good and the bad , we learn. We build. We prosper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4796045672937798143-6798332115054979038?l=timeaftersometime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796045672937798143/posts/default/6798332115054979038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796045672937798143/posts/default/6798332115054979038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timeaftersometime.blogspot.com/2009/03/our-destiny.html' title='Bullshit Ramble or Destiny'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12450991753340548831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796045672937798143.post-8823604723205829183</id><published>2009-03-19T18:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T18:26:01.829-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DLf0VHIprm4/ScLEHllQPuI/AAAAAAAAAAk/QhWDE7dWyP8/s1600-h/1237477962250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315026144877100770" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 367px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DLf0VHIprm4/ScLEHllQPuI/AAAAAAAAAAk/QhWDE7dWyP8/s400/1237477962250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;George W. Bush will receive $7M for a book of his memoirs of his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;clusterfuck&lt;/span&gt; of a presidency.  Wow, someone has a sense of humor.  Maybe he'll tell us how he orchestrated the attacks of 9/11 or how it feels to be responsible for the deaths of thousands of brave US service men and women and thousands of innocent Iraqi civilians. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think a fitting title would be, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Douchebag&lt;/span&gt; of the Century...Mission Accomplished". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At any rate, it seems like a pretty high price for a children's book.&lt;/div&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/4796045672937798143-8823604723205829183?l=timeaftersometime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796045672937798143/posts/default/8823604723205829183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796045672937798143/posts/default/8823604723205829183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timeaftersometime.blogspot.com/2009/03/are-you-fucking-kidding-me.html' title='ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12450991753340548831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DLf0VHIprm4/ScLEHllQPuI/AAAAAAAAAAk/QhWDE7dWyP8/s72-c/1237477962250.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796045672937798143.post-7656925039600478634</id><published>2009-03-17T23:13:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T23:30:12.352-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DOUCHEBAG OF THE DAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DLf0VHIprm4/ScBoywNS_NI/AAAAAAAAAAc/RF_BcsGwXfY/s1600-h/1237319632290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314362781440605394" style="WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 394px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DLf0VHIprm4/ScBoywNS_NI/AAAAAAAAAAc/RF_BcsGwXfY/s400/1237319632290.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You can't resolve it(AIDS) with the distribution of condoms. On the contrary, it increases the problem." &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;? SERIOUSLY? Condoms increases AIDS? That is one of the fucking stupidest things I have EVER heard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the same breath, the pope also said that...get this....The Roman Catholic Church is at the forefront of the battle against AIDS. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Doing what? Passing out judgement instead of condoms?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only thing The Roman Catholic Church is at the forefront of is molesting little boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GOD help us!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4796045672937798143-7656925039600478634?l=timeaftersometime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796045672937798143/posts/default/7656925039600478634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796045672937798143/posts/default/7656925039600478634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timeaftersometime.blogspot.com/2009/03/douchebag-of-day.html' title='DOUCHEBAG OF THE DAY!'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12450991753340548831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DLf0VHIprm4/ScBoywNS_NI/AAAAAAAAAAc/RF_BcsGwXfY/s72-c/1237319632290.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796045672937798143.post-3101603483612199264</id><published>2009-03-17T13:11:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T13:38:24.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Going To DC? Don't Forget To Pack Condoms.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.aol.com/health/article/aids-hiv-rate-in-washington-dc/383463"&gt;http://news.aol.com/health/article/aids-hiv-rate-in-washington-dc/383463&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm actually at a loss for words. The most shocking part is further dissecting the statistics. The 100,000 ratio count that they used in the statistics for the metro areas listed is a total of ALL people; gay, straight, Asian, Latino, etc. What's more frightening is the fact that they don't break the actual statistics down per social group or race. Because, quite frankly, that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;30-some per&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;100,000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;total people would NO DOUBT be MUCH HIGHER if it were specific to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;100,000&lt;/span&gt; gay men or African Americans in those respective metro areas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm finally convinced that people really just don't give a shit. Today's gay man apparently doesn't remember back in the day when people were dropping like flies from HIV/AIDS. Perhaps, it's because today's treatment for HIV/AIDS is "somewhat better" and people are living longer with HIV/AIDS. Whatever the case, this article is alarming. Our nation's capital has AIDS rates that are close, per capita, to parts of Uganda and Kenya. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Almost all of the metro areas ranked as the worst HIV/AIDS statistics have a considerably large African American population. I didn't see Denver, CO, Seattle, WA or Salt Lake City, Utah on the list. Brothers on the "DL" are seriously fucking shit up. Gays are seriously fucking shit up. Something has got to be done before we see an epidemic that makes the first appearance of HIV/AIDS in San Francisco more than 25 years ago look like, no more than, a mild case of the common cold. Where's the funding? WTF? For the love of GOD, WRAP THAT SHIT UP!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4796045672937798143-3101603483612199264?l=timeaftersometime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796045672937798143/posts/default/3101603483612199264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796045672937798143/posts/default/3101603483612199264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timeaftersometime.blogspot.com/2009/03/going-to-dc-dont-forget-to-pack-condoms.html' title='Going To DC? Don&apos;t Forget To Pack Condoms.'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12450991753340548831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796045672937798143.post-133554805096717760</id><published>2009-03-16T15:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T15:05:20.072-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Voted For OBAMA</title><content type='html'>"It's hard to understand how derivative traders at AIG  warranted any bonuses, much less $165 million in extra pay. How do they justify this outrage to the taxpayers who are keeping the company afloat? All across the country, there are people who work hard and meet their responsibilities every day, without the benefit of government bailouts or multimillion-dollar bonuses. And all they ask is that everyone, from Main Street to Wall Street to Washington, play by the same rules. This isn't just a matter of dollars and cents. It's about our fundamental values." &lt;br /&gt;~ President Obama (responding to AIG executives receiving millions in bonuses after a government bailout).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen and thank GOD we have a brother in the White House!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4796045672937798143-133554805096717760?l=timeaftersometime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796045672937798143/posts/default/133554805096717760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796045672937798143/posts/default/133554805096717760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timeaftersometime.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-i-voted-for-obama.html' title='Why I Voted For OBAMA'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12450991753340548831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796045672937798143.post-7020282074662103990</id><published>2009-03-16T10:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T12:27:05.779-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome To The Border May I Take Your Order?</title><content type='html'>Alice Waters is a left over(no pun intended) hippie from the 60's.  She owns and operates one of the most famous resturants in the world, Chez Panisse, located in Berkeley, CA.  Her resturant was the first of its kind to serve meats without antibiotics and steroids.  The resturant also prides itself in serving only in-season fresh veggies from local organic farms.  Alice Waters has been championing a battle to have an edible food garden placed at the White House for many years now. Alice is a huge leader in the "organic" food movement.  She has coined her cause the "slow food movement" in opposition to the term, "fast food".  Alice feels that we are killing oursleves by eating crap foods. She also believes that our imported vegatables are full of pesticides and chemicals that are harming us.&lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,1844541,00.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally believe that she knows what she's talking about.  Have you ever been to Berkeley?  This lady is a left over hippie in a state where medical marijuanna is legal.  I mean...seriously, Alice doesn't even have a microwave in her kitchen.  That's dedication to a cause.&lt;br /&gt;I buy organic when I go to the store, whenever possible.  I ALWAYS buy free range or antibiotic/steroid free chicken.  But just keeping it real, the real world doesn't have time to pop by the farmers market, pick up some veggies and make a salad for lunch on a 30 minute lunch break.  So, we tend to endulge and eat crap foods.  Healthy eating IS a lifestyle. And, I eat healthy/organic 90% of the time.  I have much love for Alice and her movement. But, I have to wonder if a hippie without a microwave has ever had the following(some of my favorite "crap foods"):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A Krystal Chik w/Cheese from Krystal Burger&lt;br /&gt;2. A Krispy Kreme Doughnut&lt;br /&gt;3. A corndog from the NC State Fair&lt;br /&gt;4. A fried apple pie from Snoopys&lt;br /&gt;5. Anything from Taco Bell after a night of heavy drinking&lt;br /&gt;6. A "dirty water dog" from any vendor on the streets of NYC&lt;br /&gt;7. A slice of NY Style pizza&lt;br /&gt;8. Easy Cheese&lt;br /&gt;9. Bojangles&lt;br /&gt;10. Supersonic Cheeseburger from Sonic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4796045672937798143-7020282074662103990?l=timeaftersometime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796045672937798143/posts/default/7020282074662103990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796045672937798143/posts/default/7020282074662103990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timeaftersometime.blogspot.com/2009/03/welcome-to-border-may-i-take-your-order.html' title='Welcome To The Border May I Take Your Order?'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12450991753340548831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796045672937798143.post-2726352872005247904</id><published>2009-03-14T13:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T14:32:40.965-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Innocent Virtues</title><content type='html'>It amazes how the utter power and beauty of a type of music or a particular song can raise you up, bring you down and remind you of a specific moment in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of times we get lost in memories. We daydream about how things used to be. How much fun a particular time in our past was. How happy we were. The friends we used to have. The things we used to do. Places we went. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people are lost in their current lives, wasting away today's precious minutes on "what used to be". They long for a time in their past that has since disappeared for one reason or another. They move. Friends or family move. Someone dies. Their health changes. They get older. They break up. Get divorced. Have children. Graduate and enter "the real world". Get "that promotion" that consumes their life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the flip side of that. People also run from their past. To get away from the evils and past regressions. But, even in a full sprint, many are destined to repeat it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On rare occasions those desperate enough for change, decide to flee the present for the past, on the dreams of "what used to be" and make hasty mistakes. They think that going back to a certain time, place or way of life will bring back all of the beauty and goodness of the past. But things are never the same. That's why it's called "the past".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are never as BAD or, as GOOD as they seem. Things can always get better. And shit WILL always get worse. It's the facts of life. Learn to be happy or learn to be miserable where you are in your life right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daydreaming is great. Memories are what sustain our human appetite of truly living. However, if you are one of those who feel your best days are behind you, then you need to make something happen for "the right now". That way, in 10 years from now; while daydreaming on a rainy and cold Saturday, you can look back and say, "man, that was one of the greatest times of my life".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DLf0VHIprm4/Sbv3nExmQbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YgJ4RJKoLcY/s1600-h/bigD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DLf0VHIprm4/Sbv3nExmQbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YgJ4RJKoLcY/s320/bigD.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313112436082360754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4796045672937798143-2726352872005247904?l=timeaftersometime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796045672937798143/posts/default/2726352872005247904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796045672937798143/posts/default/2726352872005247904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timeaftersometime.blogspot.com/2009/03/innocent-virtues.html' title='Innocent Virtues'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12450991753340548831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DLf0VHIprm4/Sbv3nExmQbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YgJ4RJKoLcY/s72-c/bigD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796045672937798143.post-2892912156042435959</id><published>2009-03-13T15:56:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T16:28:58.802-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Seek the Queen Of Pop...</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://services.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f8/416542555" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" flashVars="videoId=15393145001&amp;playerId=416542555&amp;viewerSecureGatewayURL=https://console.brightcove.com/services/amfgateway&amp;servicesURL=http://services.brightcove.com/services&amp;cdnURL=http://admin.brightcove.com&amp;domain=embed&amp;autoStart=false&amp;" base="http://admin.brightcove.com" name="flashObj" width="510" height="550" seamlesstabbing="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" swLiveConnect="true" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;p&gt;She's come along way from CRAZY.  Far removed from the shaved head tirade, beating the shit out of an SUV with an umbrella, wearing a pink wig and speaking with a fake British accent.  Driving around LA with small fry and tater tot in her lap while texting.  Remember the train wreck of a performance at the VMA's?  It was fun(ny) while it lasted. &lt;br /&gt;Best part of the video: The Stepford Wife ending.  She is HOT!! I'd do her. lol Come back of the century YA'LL!!!.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4796045672937798143-2892912156042435959?l=timeaftersometime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796045672937798143/posts/default/2892912156042435959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796045672937798143/posts/default/2892912156042435959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timeaftersometime.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-you-seek-queen-of-pop.html' title='If You Seek the Queen Of Pop...'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12450991753340548831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796045672937798143.post-5701050294664564820</id><published>2009-03-12T21:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T21:42:34.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Short and Sweet</title><content type='html'>Would the following people PLEASE just go away and NEVER come back:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rush Limpballs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Octapussy Mom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bitches driving SUVs talking on cell phones&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Miley Cyrus&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mall Walkers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People who wear "fanny packs" under any circumstances&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People  who wear "fanny packs" in the front, under any circumstances&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brad Pitt, Angelina Jolie and all of your 361 children&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The entire Sarah Palin clan (no pun intended)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nancy Grace&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chris Brown&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People who think The Office and Family Guy aren't HILARIOUS&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walmart&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;P Diddy, Puff Daddy, Sean "Puffy" Combs or whatever the fuck your name&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kanye "I put the DL in DL" West&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tyra Banks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fox News&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ty "annoying as fuck homo" Pennington from Extreme Makeover Home Edition&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Prop 8 supporters&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People who think all Spanish speaking Latinos who live in the US are from Mexico&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4796045672937798143-5701050294664564820?l=timeaftersometime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796045672937798143/posts/default/5701050294664564820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796045672937798143/posts/default/5701050294664564820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timeaftersometime.blogspot.com/2009/03/short-and-sweet.html' title='Short and Sweet'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12450991753340548831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796045672937798143.post-1430406172131130055</id><published>2009-03-11T12:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T13:38:00.777-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Disterbia</title><content type='html'>I saw something at work yesterday that I haven't been able to clear from my head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our waiting area we have an "Etch-A-Sketch", mainly for kids to play with while they are waiting.  Keeps the bastards from running around all over the place messing stuff up.  Kids usually leave the typical doodling that you would expect from an 8 or 9 year old.  However, 98% of the time, adults pick it up more often than kids.  I have seen some AMAZING artwork done on them and left behind by adults.  I think adults gravitate to it because its something that brings back memories of their childhood, or either they're just not that into W Magazine.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed the sitting area yesterday and the "Etch-A-Sketch" caught my eye.  Sitting on the table between the two leather chairs was the "Etch-A-Sketch" that read, "I HATE MY LIFE".  This hit me like a ton of bricks.  Very powerful.  In fact, it still bothers me today.  The weird thing is, it wasn't there when I arrived only an hour before.  But yet, I hadn't seen anyone back there "sketching" on it either.  Which, I think is another reason the "sketch", "I HATE MY LIFE" is so powerful.  I got to thinking, maybe there was someone back there playing with it that had gone UNNOTICED.  Perhaps, part of their depression is fueled by them going "unnoticed" in life.  Maybe they get overlooked a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding this bothers me because it seemed like a cry for help.  It felt like reading a suicide note after a successful kill.  Was it a customer that left this for everyone, ANYONE to see? Or was it someone that I work with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt compelled to take a photo of it.  Either to post it here or on FOUND.  I'm on crutches with a fractured tibia, so my journey to the office to grab my cell took longer than normal.  By the time I had returned, a young African American boy, roughly 9 years old, picked it up and read it.  The look on his face was very inquisitive. Confused. Almost priceless. He paused for a minute, gave it a hefty shake; clearing it, and began his own "sketch". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure why this has touched me so much.  I think maybe if I could have put a face to the sorrow, it would have made sense or provided some sort of closure.  Maybe if I had noticed it in time, I could have said something to the author. Been extra nice. Given a compliment. A smile. Made a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eery.  Weird.  Powerful.  Enlightening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4796045672937798143-1430406172131130055?l=timeaftersometime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796045672937798143/posts/default/1430406172131130055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796045672937798143/posts/default/1430406172131130055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timeaftersometime.blogspot.com/2009/03/disterbia.html' title='Disterbia'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12450991753340548831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796045672937798143.post-8760585314111767159</id><published>2009-03-10T14:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T14:57:54.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No Taxation Without Mutha Fuckin' Representation!!</title><content type='html'>So the latest news from the Economic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Clusterfuck&lt;/span&gt;, that we have all come to know and love, is that some US states won't be able to "timely" refund tax monies to its tax paying, law abiding citizens.&lt;br /&gt;For example, recently a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;douchebag&lt;/span&gt; from the NC Department of Revenue issued a statement saying that North &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Carolinians&lt;/span&gt; receiving state tax refunds may have to wait an "indefinite" period of time before that refund can be paid out. Basically eluding to the fact that NC is out of money. Well I can assure you they are not. What they fail to mention is that the elected state officials are still getting paid. None of them are missing a paycheck or taking a pay reduction. Governor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Perdue&lt;/span&gt; still has cash flow to afford that ugly shit she wore to the State of the State Address last night. Who's dressing this bitch? Apparently no one. Maybe they are using refund money to buy this bitch a stylist.&lt;br /&gt;Coming back to point. Point is, what happens when you OWE taxes to the state at the end of the year? Take it from me, I know. You either pay the money grubbing assholes in a timely "definite" period of time or those bitches charge you a penalty and interest. Then, when they don't get enough that way, they have the option to withhold payment from a tax payers work wages. (And don't get me started on how a single, gay, non property owning tax payer keeps this mother fucking nation &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ballin&lt;/span&gt;' from all of the damn taxes WE pay. Many times for services and government programs that "families" or whores that can't keep their legs closed use. Hard to believe I'm a liberal Democrat huh? No wonder "they" don't want gay marriage to pass.)!!!&lt;br /&gt;With all this State bullshit of....we'll pay you your money when we can ...who's getting penalties and interests from the states? Where do I sign up to garnish state wages? This is what you call, BULLSHIT. This is what you call, BIG GOVERNMENT that has had its way too long, taxing and spending freely. I don't get, that the State of NC or any state for that matter has run out of money. The shit is still coming out of every one's check , every time the state's residents get paid. And what blows my mind about all of this, is that NO ONE seems to care. Like it's not a big deal that people are having to wait an "indefinite" period of time for their OWN MONEY to be refunded back to them OR MOREOVER, that the State of NC along with quite a few other states have managed themselves into a shit storm and have "ran out of money". Give me a fucking break.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, I owe state taxes this year for cashing in a 401K and won't have to wait to get anything back. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Suckas&lt;/span&gt;!! Perhaps, I can start up a class action type group of people that owe taxes this year, go on TV and whine about how, "unfortunately" we have all run out of money. And that we will all pay our state taxes in an "indefinite" period of time. As any moron knows, that shit won't fly. Well, the bright side in all of this is that if Governor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Perdue&lt;/span&gt; is pimped out in Dior the next time she goes in public to represent my home state of NC, maybe the refund waiting won't have been in vain.&lt;br /&gt;Where's Patrick Henry when you need him? (And I'm not talking about that douchebag bigot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;politician&lt;/span&gt; from the Wilmington, NC area either.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4796045672937798143-8760585314111767159?l=timeaftersometime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796045672937798143/posts/default/8760585314111767159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796045672937798143/posts/default/8760585314111767159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timeaftersometime.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-taxation-without-mutha-fuckin.html' title='No Taxation Without Mutha Fuckin&apos; Representation!!'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12450991753340548831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796045672937798143.post-2875210471355756472</id><published>2009-03-08T11:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T12:10:38.254-04:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Anos</title><content type='html'>After waking up this morning and realizing that I had forgotten about the Daylight Savings Time event that took place while I slept, I began to wonder. Perhaps the "2012" nut jobs are on to something. Maybe we have altered time so much with "Fall"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; back and "Spring"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; forward that we really have fucked time up. Maybe the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mayans&lt;/span&gt; could count past 2012 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;after all&lt;/span&gt;, but were really just "in the know". Maybe the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;autistic"&lt;/span&gt; kids that have been diagnosed over the past decade are only displaying the "special powers" of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;clairvoyance that the "2012" nut jobs speak of. When you think about it, even the autistic kids are a lot smarter than the children from decades before. They are way much more tech savy at an earlier age. Holy shit...maybe they are a "super species". At any rate, it really is worth googling "2012" and seeing the shit these people have been "sketching" on about their theory. If some of their points weren't so far-fetched they might have had me waiting for the "spaceship behind the comet" and drinking the "kool-aid" a long time ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;The main thing that baffles me is why we have to lose an hour on the most beautiful day so far this year. It's supposed to be 82 degrees here today. Why couldn't this shit have sprung forward last Sunday when it was 3o degrees?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm not bitching too much because it &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; the start of Spring. I'm going to hobble over (fractured tibia) to this new brewery 2 blocks from my place a little later today with some friends to enjoy the weather and to get a buzz. What? Just keeping it real. One or two Vicodin for the pain from the walk over(doctor's orders) and one or 5 beers (because...I want to), never hurt anyone.&lt;/span&gt; Plus the patio is supposed to be amazing and overlooks our booming metropolis. (oh...yeah and the train tracks where the dead hookers were turning up years ago.)  But thats old shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Happy DST Bitches!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4796045672937798143-2875210471355756472?l=timeaftersometime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796045672937798143/posts/default/2875210471355756472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796045672937798143/posts/default/2875210471355756472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timeaftersometime.blogspot.com/2009/03/3-anos.html' title='3 Anos'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12450991753340548831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4796045672937798143.post-4436818314823968205</id><published>2009-03-07T16:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T18:34:22.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome To My Head</title><content type='html'>I've never really given much thought to blogging. The first of many reasons is that I never really thought anyone would really give two shits about what I was doing or had to say. I mean...I'm a self proclaimed cool mother fucker and all. But just keeping it real...I'm quite boring. Don't get me wrong, I have my moments of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;grandeur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, bliss and comedy. However, I never really thought that I had the "it factor", in order to make an interesting blog.&lt;br /&gt;And then of course, there's the whole "stay the fuck up out my business" angle. I'm a rather private person, so do I really want randoms knowing what I'm thinking or doing on the daily?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined the Twitter revolution yesterday which got the rusty gears in my head turning. I was in utter disbelief after picking up several "followers" in the several hours following the opening of my Twitter account. Maybe people would give two shits if I started a blog. And hell, with Twitter, people already know "what I'm doing". Why not let people know...what I'm thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, I came to the decision to start this blog for one main reason. Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always enjoyed writing. I'm not spectacular at writing. And I learned a long time ago, you don't always have to be great at something to enjoy it for yourself. I saw writing a daily blog as an outlet to channel thoughts, express opinions, rant, rave, obsess, share and hopefully get the creative juices; that have all but dried up over the years, flowing once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with that said ladies and gentlemen... "Welcome To My Head".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4796045672937798143-4436818314823968205?l=timeaftersometime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796045672937798143/posts/default/4436818314823968205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4796045672937798143/posts/default/4436818314823968205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timeaftersometime.blogspot.com/2009/03/welcome-to-my-head.html' title='Welcome To My Head'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12450991753340548831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
